After The Smoke Is Clear

ghostface killah, the delphonics ()
 (after the smoke is done) yo
 Yeah (tang-o-phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what
 (number one)
 Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas
 (after the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house
 Whaddup, bench press these cats
 (tang-o-phonics number one) yo
 Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty
 Like keyon, got his wig pushed back,
 Five-thirty
 Yo they gotta hit
 Placed on my head, what should the God do?
 Max out in spain and do business with the jews
 Never that
 Them never look angry out of synch
 The imperial, industrial king got weight
 Don't give a fuck
 Like the poor part, we watch heart to heart
 They used to push me in shuffel cards
 Now I'm writing books like ebinezzer
 The porno teaser
 Sayin words like sheeba
 Educated rapper fouling the teaser
 My team got rocks like six flags, plus the wu lab
 Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags
 Don't touch this
 Cracklin hot shit
 I snap ya shoulder blade in half,
 Laugh, and pop shit
 Reader's digest, passed my book to l. ron hubbard
 Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it
 But devils love it
 Movie trap raps cover the tracks
 Like ajax
 Sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientel
 My cartel
 Willie star passed,
 Shit his piece, where's the nobel?
 Oh, well,
 Siginin off as usual,
 The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the stairwell
 Break: ghostface killah, the delphonics ()
 (tang-o-phonics number one) yeah, yo, yo
 Represent my projects stapelton (after the smoke is done)
 He represent that project park hill (tang-o-phonics number one)
 You represent that project murder west brighton now born
 Arm bangin into that will (ahhhhh)
 Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, stapelton
 (tang-o-phonics and wu-tang still here)
 Park hill, word up, yeah, yeah, new york
 The greatest story ever told by me, precisely
 Roman numeral I be
 Plus three describe me
 My son move like the toad
 Get drunk
 Speak in codes
 Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
 Got beef with the cold
 Met my comrad
 Go half on this lamp down in baghdad
 Flippin like a mex tab
 Get money like an a-rab
 The type niggas snapped
 Six legs on the crab
 Now, hush, who wanna do what
 My click better bust
 Underprivileged,
 Grew up in a stapelton house village,
 Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage
 When the water was flowin (tang-o-phonics number one)
 I spot a fifty-five borough
 A nigga was still flowin,
 Voice was echoin
 I rise high like an opera's
 Procter wouldn't gamble
 The sample, it shocked her
 My ninjas run wilder than shaka zulu
 Some play peace like donny the guru
 Others live to be wise and old like desmond dutchu
 Undisputed champion
 Bell holders
 Shape and mold us
 Sole controler of the moon
 I, solar and polar
 I blow half smoke through my nasal
 Bust my ways with thirty words
 Wu-tang wasn't for children like
 Cannibals raidin sicilians
 the delphonics
 After the smoke is done
 Wu-tang-o-phonics number one
 After the smoke is done
 Wu-tang-o-phonics number one
 After the smoke is clear
 Tang-o-phonics and wu-tang still here
 After the smoke is done
 Wu-tang-o-phonics number one
 Ahhhhh (wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)