[Intro: Roxanne]
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It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers [3X]
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It's Wu, ah goin on
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[Verse One: The Genius/GZA]
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Reunited, double LP, we're all excited
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Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
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from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
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Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
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Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
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Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
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Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
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You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
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Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
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De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
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I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
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He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
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Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
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Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
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Just consider the unparallel advantage
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Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
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[Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus]
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Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
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I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk
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Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk
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The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
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my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
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Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
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I come like a thousand doves
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Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
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Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
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Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
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I don't walk, I get carried
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Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
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but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
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The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
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my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
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Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
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You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash
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[*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*]
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[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers [2X]
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Yeah... and RZA
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[Verse Three: RZA]
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Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
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Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
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Stinkbox, order from pink dot
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MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
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Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
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Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
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How can I put it? Life is like video footage
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Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
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I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
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attack when you least notice through explosive postage
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I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day
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Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
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Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
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I got the golden egg plus the goose
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Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
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Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
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Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
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sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko
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Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
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and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us
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[Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung]
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Is it appetite for destruction
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Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin
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Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
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I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
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Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
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that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
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It's only right you pay homage
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to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
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as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal
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Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals
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got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
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Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
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Drunk off of cheap wine
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Each line be on point when I speak mine
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On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter the Wu
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Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through
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[Outro: Roxanne]
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It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers [6X]
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[*violins play on for a while*]
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It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers [5X]
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Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
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Wu-Tannnnnnnng
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[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
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[Roxanne] And RZA...
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Reunited
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Wu Tang Clan |