rushing elephants

wu-tang clan

yo

yo

yo

what up kid? yo

these niggaz is back

son

i'm telling you

spit that

done it nigga

yeah. yeah. yeah

yeah

i seen it like a zenith

man

you hear me man? word up

man

ya'll know what it is

it's on again

man

for real

top gun

what what

aiyo

we came through thumping like elephants

the new range is super-charged

i remains intelligent

back to the formula

lord

hard grammar

this is god school

make sure the lobby ain't jammed up

excalibur swords

t-rexes

bibles of rhymes

we in the lunchroom

weed and veggies for breakfast

polo campus

sicker lances

the crisp

hundred dollar kick niggas

that be showing you hand steps

back to the dormatory

where niggas

broke my forearm and index finger

now you write glory

true holding my flag

it's all engraved in my blade

so when i wave it

you gon' say rae mad

now it's 28 days later

now wu's up

do something

you can't

it's blood in my eye

i might get amped

to rip something down

the billboard holders is back

so when you see me

you gon' say he gets down

from darkness to dna

i move with my brother

and we resonate

energy that shifts in colors

bringing mc's punishment

then i'm done with it

the meter leave way on the fast break

i run with it

it was not a hobby

but a childhood passion

that had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned

every line to line

bar for bar is clockwork

hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt

check the total amount of mc's inflicted

with torture

from moving with work that's restricted

we criticize producers til they joints are right

then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light

hitting them from well conceiled firing positions

with explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen

drastic

pyroclastic

connected with the same old

down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano

blitz like the green bay packers

sack like the linebackers

hang with niggas

like redneck crackers

strangle cold bottles of beck's

like a vexed german

duck low behind the car

my tech burning

neck burning

from eight karats of sunlight

absorbed

in the grill

big pun like

lord of the wu-tang sword

know what that means?

like j.r. tolkien

it's the lord of the rings

this is my man

chef

auto

like grand theft auto

the 18th letter

followed by the mark of zorro

plus a

not for apple

but i pack an apple

shorty try to buck back

and knock me off the saddle

caramel

pecan

sundae

pregline

plump breasts

was filled with saline

her big booty cousin

nasty nadine

get you on the floor

whore tried to double team

is he still that nucca? is he in the hood like that?

is he really strapped? will he really split yo' shit?

i thought you said he rap? pull up in the yard

ten sets

he ain't flexing

microphone ripping

heat holding

who testing? rope-a-dope his black lotus

can't quote this

chat with the sword tongue

duck when the axe is swinging

wild apache drum

crazy horse kicking his thoughts

he won't quit

can't tell 'em nothing

he grown

give the man room

space was demanded

beat banging through the speaker

voice

heat seek missle

guided at the listener

swing to the gospel

catch up and wet at the brothel

unstoppable

direction of my flow

optional

to the ear

depending on the current of air

the crowd's in