[GZA]
   Slept on this hazardous enterprise
   Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise
   Week self-captivity became months
   Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump
   Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?
   Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper
   Unfair corruptions lead to abductions
   Creatin wider circles of destructions
   So we attack, with the pen and blaze in
   From the terrifyin to the fascinating
   Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit
   Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits
   They heavily defended airfields
   But they bodies rot behind punctured steels
   When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice?
   Oh that water was my liquid of choice
   Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet
   Powerful projection, noise is deafening
   Carrier battle groups, that's threatening
   Higher level bombing, plus
   The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud
   In the same crucial manner but different style
  
   (Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style!)
  
   [Raekwon the Chef]
   Yeah..
   Aiyyo once again, all blunts again
   Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in
   Allah's helpful most, innovative raps
   that brought wealth through, shot out the belch too
   We holdin, automatic semis with sick lines
   Run up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz
   Styles so sharp, state of the art
   Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin darts
   Flowin like water, "Apocalypse Now"
   Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you short us
   Runnin through parkin lots, don't get caught
   Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks
  
   [Method Man]
   It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin in the hood
   Gotta a hundred wolves waitin in the woods
   for the Clan's forthcomin
   I miss you in the game a court summons
   And fugitives of rap caught runnin, y'all get locked up
   E'rything was wack 'til we popped up
   And got it on and poppin like Orville Reddenbacher
   Potnah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa
   Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha
   Request lines are now open, you see these MC's chokin
   and thinkin, "What's that SHIT they be smokin?"
   I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis
   Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious
   {*hach, spit*} Y'all niggaz got some fuckin nerve
   to critic what I write, that's my muh'fuckin word
   Blah blah blah, like N'Sync
   Kiss that ass "Bye Bye Bye" knahmsayin? I ain't playin
  
   [Masta Killa]
   Many shall come, few chose to stay exact
   Track after track I'm fightin for survival
   Before me I see hills and mountains they sway
   The words gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean
   I walk water holdin y'all suspended with the vocal
   What's the total people that came to see the Gods?
   I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry
   Potentcy, high-level content
   Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places
   All ages streets to cages, split faces
   Shoutin nuff love to the peeps from Miami
   We live from Pulaski and spread glassy