Daytona 500 (feat. Raekwon & Cappadonna)

We are the G.O.D's an' we came to rock the spot
 Like Ironman Starks, they be the illest MCs in the world today
 Cappa, Raekwon an' the R.Z.A., so listen to them clear
 An' put the box right near your ear, light your blunts an' down your beers
 'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez
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 Say, "Peace" to cats who rock mack knowledge, knowledgists
 Street astrologists, light up the mic God, knowledge this
 Fly joints that carried your points, Corolla Motorola holder
 Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
 Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
 Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
 Rappel on fakes like reflectors
 He had sugar in his ear, in his last crack career
 We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
 Run in his crib o, get ditto, skate like a limo
 An' jet to the flyest estate, relate, take a break
 Break down an eighth an' then wait drop it like Drake
 Thugs, they be booin' an' screwin', we canoin'
 Claim they doin' the same shit we doin', fuck your union
 It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle
 On the alley, tried to challenge God for the new vials
 Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
 Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
 The Mac 10 flex white cats like Windex
 Index finger be sore, bustin' these fly scripts
 The Wally kid count crazily, grands with our plans
 Layin' with my bitches an' my mans in Lex Lands
 We losin' 'em, jet to the stash an' now Jerusalem
 Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em
 Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
 Roll with the older God, build with the Son an' the Star
 All these MCs start realizin'
 That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibin'
 The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest
 But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us
 Mercury raps is roughed, then God just shown like taps
 Red an' white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat
 Doin' forever shit, like pissin' out the window on turnpikes
 Robbin' niggaz for leathers, high swipin' on dirt bikes
 Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble
 Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ
 The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
 Slayin' all these earthlings an' fake foreigners
 In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubblin' strings
 Body chemical 'Cream', we burn kerosene
 The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
 Long heads inscriptions with three sixes in
 Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
 I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
 Zoomin' like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
 Money's Rolex with sparkles, Chef Ragtop is spotless
 I'm Iron Man, no cheap cash metal, I'm steel alloy
 True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
 Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxes
 The track hit like the bangers in hundred watt boxes
 Yo, jostlin' these cats while Little J be deli-in'
 Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians
 All these MCs start realizin'
 That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibin'
 The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest
 But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us
 Give me the the fifty thou, small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills
 My Benz spills, what up Lils? Murder one Dunn
 Killer bee stung, guess who back home, Son?
 My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
 Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
 The mad hatter, big dick style, beware goons
 Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
 Let the Gods build, pull up the grill, check out the mad skills
 Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
 An' keep it, jiggy style of rap an' watchin' knuckle slang
 Sweep it out of order, ape recorder can't record my slaughter
 Spoil the rotten, Don is too good to be forgotten
 High top notch, borderline rhymes is hand cocked
 Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot
 Get yourself shot
 All these MCs start realizin'
 That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibin'
 The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest
 But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us