Camay (feat. Raekwon & Cappadonna) - Radio Edit

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

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