Wu Banga 101 (feat. GZA, Cappadonna, Masta Killa & Raekwon)

GHOSTFACE KILLAH
 Miscellaneous
 Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced
 I move with the speed and strength of ants
 Identical in form with the Beez they swarm
 Hold up the cold current appear warm
 My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
 to the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
 Mr. Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic
 Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic
 See the logo? A monument in hip-hop
 Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks
 Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
 Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
 Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
 Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
 Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
 My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure
 No surprise, double disc touched five
 Those elements, kept environments colonized
 with the high flyin death-defyin flow like the Rebel
 Right there, but you're one light year, from my level
 Uh-huh. yeah. yo. check it. yo.
 Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine
 slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
 He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
 Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
 Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
 Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
 Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
 Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"
 Shirley fainted dead on the spot
 Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
 Oh shit!
 Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs
 Masqueradin X-rated throw blades, all occasions
 Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Daas gobbles White House
 Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups
 Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out
 No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow
 was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you
 The way we lamp, fans come and get you
 Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
 the black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
 Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do
 It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew
 Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo
 Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips
 Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash
 Alcatraz cats roll out fast.
 Wu thousand nuthin but hardcore
 We tryin to get land riches and more
 Ghost put me on to it
 We just do it, floss or whatever
 Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks
 Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
 Had to beat niggaz with toast
 Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
 Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at?
 Fakin the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
 Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
 Y'all heard about us like we heard about you
 Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue
 Calm down not tryin to hurt you, burst through
 That shit, fatter than all y'all niggaz outfits
 We the glitch like Y2K
 Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day
 "Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible.
 His remarkable armor is supreme!"
 Yo
 Sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool
 Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
 Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum
 Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot
 Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face
 Shots to the body that shake like the bass
 I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down
 Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest
 Skip to the, rap through po'
 Smashed a fresh ball of wax ceasar
 Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista
 Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin trunks
 Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice
 Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless
 Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick
 carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights
 too bright Ghost is comin y'all fix the mirrors
 Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't
 Exile he no longer in the hood
 Bless the kid that max the most
 Me I turn a wedding into hoax
 Roses tied to bombs on posts
 On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice
 Rasta nigga rock the big do's
 Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu