[Busta Rhymes] 
Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now? 
Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? 
Yeah yeah yeah.. 
Historical and monumental shit 
What the fuck now?  Yeah, yeah, yeah 
 
Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball 
Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall 
Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what's best for you 
y'all niggaz better safeguard your shit 
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap 
Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap 
Street niggaz now the corporate boss 
Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss 
And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb 
Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom 
Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm 
You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm 
The way we blow SHIT is a shame 
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne 
Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz 
Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW! 
 
[Raekwon the Chef] 
Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches 
Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous 
Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs 
That's my specialty, more to bust 
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord 
I analyze your work those that got merked were not established 
Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry 
S-5, blowin through Asbury 
Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand 
Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse's 
Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers 
God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand 
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem 
Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses 
Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo 
Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him 
 
[GZA] 
Move up the block, giant box blast my song 
Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on 
Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias 
Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris 
I zoom in, while the listeners tune in 
Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union 
Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle 
Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble 
Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed 
He produce at unattainable rains of top speed 
This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant 
was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments 
Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise 
Starlight scope, with the night vision device 
Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice 
Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice 
[*GUNBLAST*]