[Intro: The Genius/GZA from "Clan in Da Front"]

Niggaz on the left, brag [bad word] to death

Now hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp

Niggaz on the left, brag [bad word] to death

Hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what

This goes back to nineteen..

Ahem, check it, yo

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!

Yeah, good morning to all you [bad word] notty-headed niggaz

Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
 [bad word] niggaz [bad word] my body

Bring that [bad word] meth in here

Yo yo yo yo

Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked

Then attack you like a pit that lock [bad word] DOWN

As [bad word] and freaks the sound, hardcore

but giving you more and more, like ding!

Nah shorty, get you open like six packs

Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks

A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!

Word life, I get that [bad word] while I'm fulla spite!

Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed

Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!

Shake the ground while my beats just break you down

Raw sound, we going to war right now

So, yo, bombin

We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments

Save ya breath before I bomb it

[Verse Two: Method Man]

I be that insane [bad word] from the psycho ward

I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword

So how you figure that you can even [bad word] with mine?

Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that [bad word] one time!

And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow

I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical

The [bad word] you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do

I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root

PLO style, buddha monks with the owls

So who's the [bad word] man? Meth-Tical

On the chessbox

[Verse Three: Inspector Deck]

Yo, yeah, yo

I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has

The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz

Murderous material, made by a madman

It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man

From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic

Representing with the skill that's iller

Dare [bad word]  get pierced just like an ear

The zoo-we-do [bad word] bop strictly hardware

Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison

Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!

Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode

Bound to catch another [bad word] charge when I explode

[Verse Four: Ghostface Killer]

Slammin a hype [bad word] verse til ya head burst

I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that

Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock

I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!

I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic

Flashback's how I attacked your whole project

I'm raw, [bad word] and raw! I repeat, if I die

My seed'll be ill like me

Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck

I get vexed, like crashing up a phat [bad word] Lex'

So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage

Peace, I'm out, jettin like [bad word] slave

[Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA]

Yo

Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, [bad word] ya jewels

While the meth got me open like falopian tubes

I bring death to a snake when he least expect

Ain't a [bad word] thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck [bad word] Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal

Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel

Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil

The pencil, I break strong winds up against your

Abbot, [bad word] up through your county lik