Intro: Roxanne

It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)

It's Wu, ah goin on

Verse One: The Genius/GZA

Reunited, double LP, we're all excited

Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited

from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth

Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf

Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily

Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly

Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions

You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition

Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual

De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals

I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural

He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural

Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment

Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments

Just consider the unparallel advantage

Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus

Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk

I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk

Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk

The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk

my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?

Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church

I come like a thousand doves

Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love

Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse

Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze

I don't walk, I get carried

Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly

but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers

The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man

my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out

Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth

You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*

[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X)

Yeah... and RZA

Verse Three: RZA

Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone