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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Vocals
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
U-God
U-God
Vocals
Cappadonna
Cappadonna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DeVon Harris
DeVon Harris
Songwriter
Darryl Hill
Darryl Hill
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Derrick Harris
Derrick Harris
Songwriter
Jason S. Hunter
Jason S. Hunter
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
True Master
True Master
Producer
True Master for Wu-Tang Productions
True Master for Wu-Tang Productions
Producer
True Master at 36 Chamberz Studio
True Master at 36 Chamberz Studio
Recording Engineer
RZA
RZA
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hang glide for my **** Tical
Yo, word to God we run this whole shit, son (No doubt)
Right, that's my word
Guaranteed you're dealing with the invincible (No doubt)
I'm specialized in swordsmanship
That's my word, Persian Legacy one time, one time
That's the science of the black man
Stationary ****, have fun on this right here
Yo, shorty, cross your arms
Gonna rock **** to sleep this year (Throw your leather up)
Blade thrower, sword swinger, Killa Bee ringer
Rocky road roll dark greener
Cream fademas, name your God-U Kareema
Shout out Medina, federales Noxzema
Me, jewelery cleaner Million Man March screamers
Ray Catena, cut your joint Wolverine
The Longines, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her
How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina
Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina
Now, I'm out, lamping in Korea with Talima
We moseyin', sweatsuit Adidas, best believe
I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino
Yo, Bobby Robby what up, Max tried to follow me
Sadaam lounging, clean up collect, like the laundry
It's time, yo, swerve like the Nike line
Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot, scrape her
Statuary, yo, floating that snatch-uary
Ayo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the Dutch
This is MC wizardry, Killa Bee invasion
Men of respect blessed with wisdom of the ancients
My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
I launch like lead projectiles straight out the basement
I suplex your rep, left ruined like the Aztecs
Parasites double edge dice your larynx
My Hip-Hop is quarantined locked inside the detox
Under key lock, it's like b-block and E-Glocks
You're ill, your trail ends, thoughts are frail
I strike the cypher and let one survive to tell the tale
Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes
Knock 'em off like the big eights for takin' up space
Never did fear 'em, stick 'em with the truth serum
Who sent 'em, arrest 'em before my charge is ended
Designated hitter flows split the transistor
Kinetic globes light when it shine, burns your retina
Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster
Before and after, I be Self Lord and Master
I be the Ironside, get touched with the chloride
Take walk with the Nine-Finger bandits worldwide
Shaolin hillside, full of homicides
Fuck you dissatisfied the double-dyed, black-brown iodine
Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kick out
Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out
I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed
Scarce chapter, snatch a batch of Winterfresh
It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich
You get buckshot, dummy-clapped, mummy-wrapped and stitched
The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Dame-r sing the song the strongest
Brute force bullet hole straight through your chorus
Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut
A can of ass-whoopin', Flurry shake break, you fucks
Struck, love crooks, waffle iron hooks
Chef cocaine cook, a marvellous book
This deathbed doctrine, paper for the youth
What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth
Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights
Fast life, females are trife, stay tight
I detect that parasite, satellite
RZA beat makes me wanna fight, get hyped
Come to do shows, my slang sound write secretary type
Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man
Working hard for the grand, I understand clear
Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours
My style drop like drawers, you see me on tours
Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street
Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack
Wu article, Cappa, five, CD attack
But my talk stage live killa beehive
Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts
Bring the gold bangle, never make me throw darts
Check out my arts, when I release my smarts
Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts
Written by: Darryl Hill, DeVon Harris, Wu-Tang Clan
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