Bells of War (feat. U-God, Method Man, RZA, Masta Killa, Raekwon & Ghostface Killah)

Give me the cue

Skip the introduction

Proceed the lip function

The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed

Splatter your melons like some Attica felons

Use a firearm good

Bloods go for heart swelling

Insert the spasm

Yes the dirty herb has him

Thoroughbred thugs insert the phantasm

Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture

Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures

When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance

Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance

Words seem to zing on down to Beijing

When we touch down you crown renowned kings

There's no honor amongst thieves

Street pharmaceutical

Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men

But not these

We profound hardcore sound

To MC's thumbs down, prepare

Killa bees it be warfare, this the year

Niggas gotta take you off of here

Hold the square

If we go there we go gritty

And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor

My razor sharp darts be like cold stares

The smell of fear makes my nostrils flair

Truth or dare

Ask yourself can you compare

To these niggas in the hood, Johnny B. Goode

Or he be gone yeah

The struggle goes on, you've been warned

PLO from here to Lebanon

How many bombs must we drop in the Ninety-Now

Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news from Meth-Tical

You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding

Ayo kid you gots to be kidding

Allah said it's written

You gots to be kidding yo

It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence

You dense

I get locked the fuck up

Released on my own recognizance

Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds

Wu-Tang hovers one thousand notches above MC level

Yo, I stay high as like treble

Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals

Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions

Wack MC's only lasted one season

The morale was low at the corral

Adjective pronouns had no style

Your weak proposal

Aim the official, initial is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah

All that other bullshit ain't permissable

Annual increase of the Wu-Tang manual

Handles to keep this hip-hop shit tangible

Illegible, every egg ain't edible

My tracks remain Unforgettable

Like Ol' Nat Cole

Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier

Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper

Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia

And free the Black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang

The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall

Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nothing

We came to punish the glutton with a substance

That can't be contained, Wu-Tang

Motherfuckers

We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club

Y'all all in the back

Scared to speak the speak cause you scared

Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is

All you been seeing is upsets in the boxing shit, right

It's like come on man

This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker

Dang, he caught Whitaker

He caught Whitaker a long time ago

Mike got touched

Then Mike got touched by Holyfield

Hey Mike's, Mike's gonna forfeit this fight

He ain't fighting McDermit

He ain't fighting

Nope

What up

You talking bout he, what he, what he, what he did

Told them he cut his eye, in sparring

Stella D'oro wrap breadsticks

David Berkowitz

Einstein birthed a hit, now nurture it

M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens

Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's

Fix your sawed off

Wu-Tang tore me off the cross

All you saw was white meat

Skin hanging off

These is words from the Arch Bishop

Some call it six up

The Betty Crocker, Marvel cake stakes admissor

Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada

Slam dance, tarantula style, you'se a fan of the

Monopoly king, Slavic poetry

Carnegie Hall's off the hook

Let's push through the armory

Mack truck hitting soloist, Soul Controllers

Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless

You know cause Wu-Tang is invincible, you know what I mean

It's Wu-Tang Forever God

We gonna get down with that W

You gonna get down with that W

That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom

That's the Wisdom of the Universe

That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation of the Gods

You know what I'm sayin'

We breaking egg through these days God

You know what I'm sayin'

We got the fucking way

We got the medicine for your sickness

Out here, ya know what I mean

I was telling Shorty like

Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school

Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD

And you'll get all the education you need this year

You know what I mean

Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit

Word man it's Wu-Tang Forever God

Niggas can't fuck with these lyrics God

You know what I'm sayin'

Nah mean

Oh hell no, none of this shit

Come on man beats, lyrics man, y'all niggas

Niggas can't even understand half this shit

I think niggas ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G

(Wax niggas ass for free or fee) Word

Yo, you know what

The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000

You know what I mean

That's just gonna come back with a comet

You hear, we gonna bring a comet

Check for that shit in the millennium

You know what I mean? So, yo, y'all niggas man

Be the resurrection

The Gods is here man

Born Gods is here