[Intro: RZA]

Up from the 36 Chambers...
Heheh.. it's the Ghost..(Face)..(Killahh) Hehheheh
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty [bad word]  Inspectah Deck, U-God
Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The Brand White
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA [bad word] Child
Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang
The [bad word] Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] Scientific Shabazz, my [bad word] man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa [bad word] down from the [bad word] South end of things

Killa beez all over your [bad word] planet
Thirty-six chambers of death
Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
Choppin off your [bad word] dome...
...peace, and every [bad word] borough
Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island
The [bad word] Bronx, killa beez....

(The sword? C'mon, give him the sword)
 [bad word]  The Genius]

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
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...

[Verse One:]

The Wu [bad word] [bad word]  the [bad word] is critical [bad word] wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the [bad word] caught a Fitz like Gerald --
-- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will [bad word] out tomorrow
and shine shine shine like gold mine [bad word] the [bad word] monk, with a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
With the game and soul, of an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
so stop, the life you save may be your [bad word] own
I'll hang your [bad word] with this microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic [bad word] [bad word] with Full Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad hard to [bad word] frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
 [bad word] 

[Verse Two:]

The response while I bomb that [bad word]  "You ain't [bad word] "
Your wack [bad word] town had you gassed
Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang [bad word] Souped up niggaz on a stage [bad word] I don't give a god [bad word]  on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know [bad word] sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You [bad word] so Pat as my style increases
What's that in your pants ahhh human [bad word] 
Throw your [bad word] drawers in the hamper
Next [bad word] strapped with a [bad word] Pamper
How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter
I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
Anyway he's the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You can't [bad word] with those in the major leagues
 [bad word] - 2X]

Hoods on the right
Punks in the back... to what
Niggaz on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back, c'mon... to what
...let your feet stomp
...brag [bad word] to death
...wild for the night
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
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
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp