after the smoke is clear

ghostface killah

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yo

yeah yeah

what

what

who wanna do it

what

slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas

word up

big dick

motherfucking house

whaddup

bench press these cats

yo

yo

god

show these niggas how we get deep

down

and dirty

like keyon

got his wig pushed back

five-thirty

yo they gotta hit

placed on my head

what should the god do?

max out in spain and do business with the jews

never that

them never look angry out of synch

the imperial

industrial king got weight

don't give a fuck

like the poor part

we watch heart to heart

they used to push me in shuffel cards

now i'm writing books like ebinezzer

the porno teaser

sayin words like sheeba

educated rapper fouling the teaser

my team got rocks like six flags

plus the wu lab

cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags

don't touch this

cracklin hot shit

i snap ya shoulder blade in half

laugh

and pop shit

reader's digest

passed my book to l. ron hubbard

got bagged that the world government tried to dub it

but devils love it

movie trap raps cover the tracks

like ajax

sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientel

my cartel

willie star passed

shit his piece

where's the nobel?

oh

well

siginin off as usual

the arsonist

leavin niggas lost in the stairwell

]

yeah

yo

yo

represent my projects stapelton

he represent that project park hill

you represent that project murder west brighton now born

arm bangin into that will

word up

yeah

what

stapelton

park hill

word up

yeah

yeah

new york

the greatest story ever told by me

precisely

roman numeral i be

plus three describe me

my son move like the toad

get drunk

speak in codes

throw a fiend in the sleeper hold

got beef with the cold

met my comrad

go half on this lamp down in baghdad

flippin like a mex tab

get money like an a-rab

the type niggas snapped

six legs on the crab

now

hush

who wanna do what

my click better bust

underprivileged

grew up in a stapelton house village

where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage

when the water was flowin

i spot a fifty-five borough

a nigga was still flowin

voice was echoin

i rise high like an opera's

procter wouldn't gamble

the sample

it shocked her

my ninjas run wilder than shaka zulu

some play peace like donny the guru

others live to be wise and old like desmond dutchu

undisputed champion

bell holders

shape and mold us

sole controler of the moon

i

solar and polar

i blow half smoke through my nasal

bust my ways with thirty words

wu-tang wasn't for children like

cannibals raidin sicilians

after the smoke is done

wu-tang-o-phonics number one

after the smoke is done

wu-tang-o-phonics number one

after the smoke is clear

tang-o-phonics and wu-tang still here

after the smoke is done

wu-tang-o-phonics number one

ahhhhh