Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Freedom of speech
Watch how I reach my potential
I still know hustlin, dope tracks
And [bad word] 
Travel the world
Found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought Temptations
Slap-boxed in The Devil's cage, Globe Trotter, [bad word] 
I bust in your mouth like a Gusher
It's Wu Tang [bad word] #33;
I ain't mad , I [bad word] My music in the chamber
I'm God's gift; heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chestboard found by a park ranger
Burst of adrenaline, bungee jump off of the ?
I skydive in some sky-blue Ferragamo's
In the streets heavy, my charms chunky
You [bad word] right I [bad word] fans
And I keep the munchies

[Verse 2]
Loose canon, forty deuce flicks
To Paris, way back at the Palace
Like Mike Harris, callous
Fly nicest, metallic, bang mallets
Fly your whole carriage to Paris
The black Pat Garrett, carats on
Donna Karens, guys die trying to
Drive the McLaren
Islamic, got chronic out on the terrace
Angelic body lie cold without spirit
My finest hour, you sacrifice to a higher
Power. Fly from the tower, I fly sour
And raw powder, .40 cal give your pal a shower
Oh [bad word] #33; My new Calvin Klein trousers
Night prowler, your life is ours
Knife your Eddie Bauer, leave you
Push up flowers. You ain't counting
Chip-counters, niggas is pimps, your [bad word] 
Shouted. The 650 get cloudy..

[Verse 3: Killah Sin]
Could it be? Don't discriminate
We dudes black and blue, smack on crews
Like they're food, taking space up
On my dinner plate. Depending on
My mental state, the mood that I'm in'll
Make me charge like a bull, pull the tool out
And ventilate you, sinner taste you down
Make your crown face your frown, full of
Rounds from the pound that detonate when
They penetrate. Tell you always been a snake
You don't move like I do, imitators hate the fact
That they can't do what I do
I'm mindful of my rivals, I can
Smell em when they slide through
? my arrival, they won't even get a side-view
Won't know that life is over
Til I'm standing right beside you
It's not that I don't like you, [bad word] 
I despise you. The other different pedigree
Not cut from the same cloth, stay G'd up
From the feet up, while your heart pump duck sauce
I love it when they tough talk
My guns love to bust off, but every time
I squeeze they call police, they bus me up north
Sinister the finisher, they label me a menace
And got mad when I laughed at the judge
During sentencing, not glorifying prison but
I'm built tough for bidding
It's survival of the [bad word] [bad word] 
I living in ? every hour to the second
I'm gaining my respect
Never catch the guard in the yard
Sharpening the weapons, got shooters
On demand, new crews for the Clan
Sticking everything moving, more loot for the fam
Ain't a [bad word] thing changed, just say the name, [bad word] 
Wu Tang