[Intro + background]En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang styleI'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin, thenShaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword styleIf what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerousDo you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?Wu-Tang!Wu-Tang!Wu-Tang!Wu-Tang!
[Verse 1: Logic]Aye yo, Wu-Tang foreverWho rhyme better?We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than everR.I.P. O.D.B, comin' through like Killa BeeEver since I heard Enter the 36 in '93You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style, I leave 'em all dismemberedFuck a mumble rap, that shit won't never be rememberedNot even a contender, no, pretender, best surrenderMy agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra)Yeah, we live and thoroughAssassinatin' every single muthafuckin' boroughFrom Staten to Brooklyn to Queens, the Bronx and Harlem, all the way to MarylandYeah, we comin' for all 'emBobby Tarantino to the DigitalMy shit is pivotalSmokin' chronic, no medicinalWho you know assemble the Clan like Voltron?The one and only Logic, the God, the don, I'm gone
[Break: Ghostface Killah]Aye yo, Logic, what up? We gon' let these muthafuckas try this Wu-Tang style
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, kaboom!Guess who stepped in the roomIt's Ghostface, gold plates, old truths, more cakeIntelligent brothers with nine hoods, movin' snowflakesGuillotine your head, last scene in the showcasePush weight, this ColgateTre-eights and old gatesExfoliate those we most hate, we don't associateWe wear robes that you can't even pronunciateWe eat foods where you can't even pronounce you ateCribs where the floor just rises up and rotatesLocations low-key, can't even locateTwin nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmatesTea makin' us so much cream, we bought gold platesSee AlsoYou Can't Defeat Me | Know Your Meme
[Verse 3: Raekwon]Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my bladesIt gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge57 MB, yo, metallic greenSeats is piped offSeize 'em old tracks, unite through 'emThe kitchen is my palace, get your dance onWhile we just levitate with trees, get your branch onI'm known to wile out, put the cams onJewels down, the sets dip, my gems got grams onA specialist when I'm bakin'Rhymes be comin' out, we makin'We challengin' these chumps for lumpsHere's the statement—stop hatin'The crew is all about gettin' this cake inYou know about me, you relatin'
[Verse 4: RZA]The enigma, the stigmas that the RZA and the GZABoth lyrical prolific, fixtures of rap scripturesMixtures of hipsters, weed smokers, and beer drinkersPrince and the Pauper, spiritual clear-thinkersCake in the oven, Superbad like McLovin huggin' all four boroughs, puffin' herb with my cousinAcademically speaking, rap vocabulary's weakenin'I felt it comin' like The Weeknd when these starboys start tweakin'Sporadic pill-poppin' of OxyContinIII-gotten sexual intercourse make shorty wop feel rottenThe travesty-tapestry of microphone mastery has been refutedDiluted, broken down to a catastropheBut cats still get the trophyHit y'all with that "Okie-dokie"Burt Reynolds, Bandit, goddamnitWhere the fuck is Smokey Bear when you need one?I got a light-beam gunI'll blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed fromBut you'll die through iniquity, plus stupidity of that trickeryMy verse got it hot up in here, not the humidityYou can never get rid of me, step back and consider meWu Killa Bee, but I'm not big on bigotry
[Verse 5: Method Man]Old-school on this track, I feel invincibleThis new school ain't really got rules and lack the principlesGot more clowns than the Motown, they puttin' criticalThe gun, Smokey Robinson, you need a MiracleGo back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyricalWhen nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminalsThe stats, homie, all these killas usin' subliminalsY'all don't even smile in your pictures, your dudes is miserable We're the unpredictable, torture over your physicalDrop a bar, used to pour water over the cerealAnother bar, reppin' my squad, not individualBut one Nation under God, that's indivisibleMy time critical, hands-off from digitalMe and my lady bark, back when the planet was digableI'm cool like that, my cash rule like thatI'm classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that, come on
[Verse 6: Inspectah Deck]It's only Logic, we got 'em mobber than the mosh pitFifth Brother, INS hotter than the tropicsThe hot shit I drop quickMajor player, watch my stock liftRazor-blade sharpness regardless to whom or whatSound boy, turn that music upNaysayer, you ain't even got a clue what's upDeadly melody, the sickness, the remedyEverything circulate back around eventuallyWitty, unpredictable, talent all-naturalGain, Wu-Tang pumpin' through your veinsTwenty-five years, still more of the sameThe flow like water with the boilin' flameINS, your highness, they callin' my nameBoy, I wet the scene similar to fallin' rainIn our own lane, y'all soundin' all the sameTell 'em Wu-Tang is on your brain
[Verse 7: Cappadonna]Survival of the fittest be cold days with no moneyThey don't want me with stacks, they better take it from meYou know the currency gone soon as you break a twentySo I ain't down if you ain't talkin' that band languageDear Lord, I'm tryna buy me a train with itAn airplane, see me flyin' to Spain with itBut money don't make me, and I ain't gonna change with itI'm in the hood, lookin' good, the way I came with itDo it for the Cs, they understood the game with itWe gave birth when we understood the pain with itWhen we create wars, everybody is a gangbangerWe killin' each other, but we all got the same angerNever go against the grain, homie, that's hatefulAnother day in the life for us to be gratefulSpread love, homie, yeah, get a platefulIt's better to stay full, so let's make movesI know your momma told you that I was a great dudeThese dirty-ass cops, they kill and rape youOn some Jason shit, might Crystal in the Lake youWhat? What, what? They might Crystal in the Lake you
[Verse 8: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]Boom bap blast'll blow your sleeves offOur Flashback Jacks are somethin' to feed offSmoke and roast ya, the No.9 PotionPull that shit, son, we open the oceanWho gives a fuck who's snortin' and drinkin' and smokin'?You get killed for jokin', everybody's hopin'That's another level of emotionFood stamps niggas doin' groceryPolice wanna grope mePerp walk, then nigga street-talkWe bury niggas in see-sawI carry the torch where I leave offI'm givin' bitches somethin' to breathe onI rip off a shoulder to lean onIt's fair game, it's two in a lane, she took two trainsAnd none of my rhymes are two and the sameNigga get cooked on a open flameI'ma a hillbilly, Park Hill-trained
[Verse 9: U-God]My rhyme starts riots in the mountainsThirty-six million and countin'The harder they come, the harder I goLoosen up my arms, can I get comfortable?Stay on my tip-toes, old-school Wu beatThis is a flip-phone, dude, your slips showin'Where I come from it stays snowin'The grammar is raw, I'm slammin' the doorBeez bang bong in your jawI hit 'em in the head with the hammer of ThorStars and bars, makes me a generalAnything less, makes me a criminalGotta dig deep for these Wu-Tang minerals
[Verse 10: Masta Killa]G.O.D., shadowbox with the L.O.G.I.COn the count of three, Wu-TangFirst, master your breathin'I'm mental ass-whoopin', I'm teachin' when I'm speakin'I'm a champion from BrooklynI'm movin' super-ninjas and Shaolin executionersAvenger, a righteous defenderGrandmaster from the 36th ChamberToad style is mentally strongSo strengthen your armsTo hold my microphone you need iron palmsRemain calm, Jamel IriefWise chief, Wu-Tang poison clansman from the east, yeah
[Verse 11: GZA]Enter a world of a universal mind of one kindA thick swarm of words that's expressed in one rhymeFood for thought, impossible sliders with the seasoning Regardless, I speak logic—clear reasoningThe uncivilized, get the mineral lines, quartzSelf-directed, calculated, controlled thoughtsA point-of-view of the thinkersMonumental architecture, amazing as the Incas
[Break: Cappadonna](Sinatra) (Wu-Tang)W.T.C., ah-haThe facultyAin't nothin' goin' on, don't nothin' moveNobody slide, you might get hurt
[Outro]En garde, I'll let you try my Wu tang styleI'd like to try your Wu tang style, let's begin, thenShaolin shadowboxing and the Wu tang sword styleIf what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerousDo you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me?