"Whar"
(feat. Ghostface Killah, Kool Rap, Tash Mahogany)

[Kool G. Rap:]
 You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil
 Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl
 I holds weight, ya'll niggas skinny like Olive Oil
 We throws atleast half a ki' in the pot to boil
 Royal niggas, rags to riches
 Because your boy breaks [bad word] like glasses, dishes
 Burn money like I put it in some grass and spliffed it
 If I don't get my man that's passed, it's not misses
 Female donkeys, ya'll niggas [bad word] and [bad word]  Hard white rap, just some foil like chiclets
 Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress
 The [bad word] like Al Capone dying for the syphlis
 Cross me, you name flying on the hit list
 Ya'll niggas buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift
 That ain't the hard pose, [bad word]  you just scared stiff
 I'm on my grizzly, you might walk right into bear [bad word]  You rock your pants too tight, get off that [bad word] [bad word]  No turning back when it's on, I ain't trynna hear [bad word]  Like the coast guard, I got them choppers than can airlift
 [bad word]  Tash Mahogany]
 Sword, don't you know what you bring?
 You destroy everything - all the blood that you give to men
 There's, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live
 All the war that you bring to men
 War - [bad word]  home - takes families
 War - I'm not a great big fan of it
 War - is something that is scandalous
 Oh no – oh no
 War - [bad word]  by air, land, & sea
 War - is man's insanity
 This world... for sure...
 Must stop - this world of war

[Ghostface Killah:]
 Tell ya fake niggas don't get me involved, my back is chunky
 Four-five hanging out the jeans, is [bad word]  Facial hair beard, looking like Abe Lincoln
 Stand next to you and my jewels look like ya cage is shrinking
 Love sweets like a dope fiend, nodder with fat hands
 Keep birds around me, they be calling me Batman
 Precisely I pop like cheap luggage, prefusely bleeding
 Word on the streets is you lost three buckets
 [bad word] it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds
 Rob me, [bad word]  I have your whole hood crying
 Lighting candles on the street like, 'why you trying? '
 Oh lord, why you had to lullabye him
 His jewels is cursed, his seeds is first
 When he do shows, he pop a wheelie off his murst
 Six three, medium built, tall like Lurch
 While ya'll [bad word] be sleep, he be putting in work

[RZA:]
 That's his absorbance stance, I got it down to a glance
 It's war, I got the biggest gun down my pants, pants
 Got a rock, rocket in my pocket
 For to knock ya head right out the socket
 Turn teardrops to smile, been glanced this spare child
 Spra ya gallon of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows
 No phone home, you dribbling, we stone ya sibling
 Get my bloods from Tilden, to burn your building
 Poison tip dagger sword, chop through your collar bone
 No, you don't got a [bad word] chance to holler home
 Nice dream, your sliced spleen, cut through your ice bling
 G-O-D, heats, melts you like it's ice cream
 I'm not vanilla, I'm black panther chinchilla
 My cousin's an orangutan, my brother's a gorilla
 The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight
 Get you trapped in the jungle now you can't escape
 War it is, that's the biz, glock pop, plops the feds
 Split your wig, crack your whip, smack your wiz, blast your 'quip
 Chains and whips, planes and ships, guns, swords and flintstones
 And bricks, munch, clothes and kicks, you know it's
 [bad word]