[Ol Dirty Bastard]
What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine
[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and high prophecies can't define it how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically, perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum,
Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an'
Rumblein patrolmen tearg as laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard