I despise your killing, and raping
   You're... despicable
  
   Are you, my judge?
  
   It's just... you should be punished
   I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
  
   Verse One: U-God
  
   Yo, yeah, yo, yo
   Yo, yeah
   Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
   Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
   Time's ticking, eruptments conduct
   Entering one funk before the drum dry up
   Dial, style, jab vocab slow
   Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
   Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
   For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
   Cut down, come with something that's round and profound
   Blood brothers people of colors we get down
   Watch this fly, force feed things being said
   Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his
   mic half a dangle, seriouser man
   My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
   heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
   Night champion, old villain style seem a
   kiss of spider, to God saga why bother
   Godfather talk drama, fly swatters
  
   Number two, Chao San Poi
  
   Verse Two: The Genius/GZA
  
   This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown
   Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
   Pro tools editing tracks that's rough
   Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough
   So we attack this, and grab all within reach
   Throw a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speech
   Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
   used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
   Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line
   Real thin and shift through the pipeline
   LP's delivered with style and potential
   Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
   order, revealin hidden tape recorders
   Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura
  
   Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
  
   Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up
   Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
   Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
   Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger
   Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open
   with the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on
   Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur
   Slang soufleer home decorater, player
   Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
   Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
   Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
   He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me
  
   Verse Four: Prince Rakeem/RZA
  
   Yo MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder
   Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove
   Gettin down for the funk of it
   Like Fred Sanford in the biz...
   Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
   Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
   bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's
   Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
   Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported
   chambers been recorded, you're fuckin with the loops
   Time for royalty audit
   Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
   Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
   Then grew to a physical body with five meridians
   As the pendulum swings closer to the millenium
   two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen
   I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle
   and politic with Leo and Russell
   When niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you
  
   He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
  
   Verse Five: Masta Killa
  
   Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain
   ignite, blowin the mic to Arabian heights
   As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the
   deadly ground I hold down
   Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
   Panic and confusion echoes through the building
   Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
   Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold
   Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
   look for means of survival and who's liable
   for this harrowing experience
   You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap
   and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy
   To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery
  
   Number two, Chao San Poi
   Number two, Chao San Poi
   He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
  
   Number one, Yen Chang Wa
   He's an adulterer, don't trust him
   Number two, Chao San Poi
   Number two, Chao San Poi
   He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
  
   I despise your killing, and raping
   You're... despicable
  
   Are you, my judge?
  
   It's just... you should be punished
   I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
   I despise your killing, and raping
   You're... despicable
  
   Are you, my judge?
  
   It's just... you should be punished
   I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?