Wu-Tang Clan — Older Gods

[Produced by 4th Disciple] [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, word, yo, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell Evil acapell's fly, spittin' out of my grill Before I hit the sky with springtime colors, juicy as a Sunkist Certain broads double Dutch this, they carve it in they wrist Pillsbury blazes, straightening combs left on the stove Crumbs in my lady hair, plus yours, the look gold God, the old chain and ball technique, got these Vegetable lasagna niggas in they whips, jumpin' out they seats 18 Bronzeman Part II We like Dorothy Hamill on ice, we in your hood, we might circle Hats down low in the Range, switch lanes Change my tire, peel out, real loud on the stage, yo I shitted on your hood, kid, I shitted on your hood Got to your burner too late, I'm lookin' real good Draped out, shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece "Yo, girlfriend, come here, oh shit! You my man's niece!" The gourmet pocket twenty, bombs made of clay Sexcapades take place, we fuckin' 48 shades Might walk up in your studio time, slap your engineer Lighter fluid to DAT style, hand me the matches now [Verse 2: Raekwon] Aiyo, rainbow Rollie on the wrist, now watch this Niggas bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist E shakes, puffin' on lye, feedin' the seed's plate Pullin' out old .38's to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up Beats break, the nigga whipped, take off his time Honolulu status, gladdest, the rich rock cabbage And dollar vans grands, that nigga mad savage Stationary Hall of Justice, niggas came clumped out Just came home, now they bunked out Money be longer than triple life 'til the Sun burn out That's my word, move it with the burner out Fidel way of thinkin', roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 Most of my team — Five Percent Check what the live said, rollin' with Guess vests pedestrians Yo, holdin' my nuts, fuckin' thousand dollar lesbians [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] Yo, the Older God put me on to how to rock this Maintain 360 Lord and live prosperous It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life One time in the respectable mind Yo, the Older God put me on to how to rock this Maintain 360 Lord and live prosperous It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life One time in the respectable mind [Verse 3: GZA] Let the shot spark soon as his pit-bull barks Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks Witness forget his original statement Even in protection programs, there's no escapement Gunned down, three in town, hit king from seven crowns Spent rounds, catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded, back in the '83 summer heat Up in 3-0-9 park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks All lookin' stank, I ain't playin' with a full deck And as they nervously stare, I know they scared They saw the comin' of Wu in neon in Times Square Household name, assassin, Killa Bee Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy Quick to spot those that bite, camouflage and blend Those that got styles, they got identical twins Don't stress the small thing, copycats are finicky Without skills, they master the art of mimicry But I go line for line on the whole page Your unspotted life on the mic is old age