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

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, holding 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 flying death-defying 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

Ooh! 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

Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all occasions

Round nozzle touchdown, Häagen-Dazs 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, hey yo

Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips

Roman numerals, sun splash them niggas like, Tango and Cash

Alcatraz cats roll out fast

Wu thousand nothing but hardcore

We trying 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 niggas with toast

Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat

Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at?

Faking 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 niggas 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 spazz 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 thinking you shot

Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face

Shots to the body that shake like the bass

I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down

'Nough ammunitions of rounds across the chest

Skip to the intro, rap through po'

Smashed a fresh ball of wax Caesar

Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista

Wally Moc' have tie, swimming 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 coming 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