Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell
               Evil acapell's fly spittin out of my grill
               Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
               Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this
               They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes
               Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair
               Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique
               Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips
               jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II
               We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
               We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range
               Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out
               Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid
               I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late
               I'm lookin real good, draped out
               Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere
               Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
               bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place
               We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
               time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style
               Hand me the matches now

               Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

               Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this
               Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist
               E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate
               Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates
               Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up
               Beats break, the nigga would take off his time
               Honolulu status, gladdest
               the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
               That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice
               Niggaz came clumped out
               Just came home, now they bunked out
               Money be longer than triple life
               til the sun burn out, that's my word
               Move it with the burner out
               Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
               Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said
               Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
               holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians

               [Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this
               [both]  Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
               [Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
               [both]  one time in the respectable mind
               (repeat 2X)

               Verse Three: The Genius/GZA

               Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks
               Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
               Witness, forget his, original statement
               Even in protection programs there's no escapement
               Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns
               Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
               Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat
               Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat
               I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks
               All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck
               And as they nervously stare, I know they scared
               They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square
               Household name, assassin, killa bee
               Mill to the grain, that posess the Wu, trilogy
               Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend
               Those that got styles, they got identical twins
               Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky
               without skills, they master the art of mimicry
               But I go line for line on the whole page
               Your unspotted life on the mic is old age

               *rocket fired, whistles off and explodes, breaking glass*