pioneer the frontier

enter the wu-tang zone

enter the wu-tang zone

enter the wu-tang zone

enter the wu-tang zone

we don't hunt deer

vegetarian dishes from the concierge

presidential suites

presidential treats

brazilian models

oilin' up my feet

10 days a month

my girl pays for lunch

3 days a week

we work out at crunch

time after time

line after line

our stock increases

rhyme after rhyme

in the valley

of san fernando

found q-tip's wallet in el segundo

prolly been spotted on telemundo

with more wild cards than a box of uno

that spin like propeller

my dog like old yeller

holler at the moon

my goons at coachella

i got my hands in the pot

500 grand in the yacht

i'm the dope man with plans to expand on every block

wu-brand

legendary hands

hard as penitentiary rock

now put that to your temple

the wu symbol's 'bout to drop

insert the beam on my glock

got that lean in my bottle

what that mean? high self esteem

straight cream on the top

ridin' chops similar to ufc kickbox

kick rocks

dirty trucker pit stops

shit

grams in a ziploc

watch how the pitbull lock his jaws

then lock your doors

feds watch the boards

hip hop spills out my pores

i be raw

4 plus 4

but 7 more

the clan rock the tours

we be them reservoir dogs

pioneer the frontier

pioneer the frontier

pioneer the frontier

pioneer the frontier

guaranteed i bang hard

i plan to leave the game large

no brainwash

the devil himself could not persuade god

my blade's sharp

circle my square

i dare you braveheart

before i leave your head in your hands

what's your name

huh?

my lines get in your cells like 7 ls

any problem

i address you like i'm sendin' you mail

let me do well

they'd rather see me dead or in jail

but let it be my life story if they ever do tell

know i died for what i live

an intimate connection for that infinite reflection

that's my wife and my kids

there's a price on my lid

so now my stock's high and shots fired

my niggas who was tight with the kid

i'm hot as hell's kitchen with the oven on

deck bomb

teflon the rappers nothin' to a don

if i'm frontin' then respond

if not

throw up your arms

it's the killer bee swarm

and your set

the fuck is y'all?

you enterin' the 36

masterin' the 18

chamber sixth

hands down

i crush bricks

backs that'll break bats

this is what y'all wanted back

classic wu rza track with mathematic actual facts

that weigh heavy

the universal strikin' attack

dance the drunken medley

long axe blade

machete

the shallow steppin' ninja