Daytona 500

We are the G, O-D's And we came to rock, the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's, in the world today Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Bees 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 Rapel 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 And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck your union It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style 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, busting these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands We losing em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem Abusing em, rocking his jewels like we using 'em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing 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 and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doing forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes Robbin niggas for leathers, high swiping 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 Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling 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 slap box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zooming 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 jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing 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 And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang Sweep it out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter Spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot Get yourself shot All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us