[GZA (RZA)]
   I grew up around block parties ready to rock
   Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock
   The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop
   A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks
   With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck
   And each link in your chain is trucked
   No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers
   Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper
   I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's
   Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs
   It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout
   +Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt
   Now his wigs pushed back
   Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact
   (Yo)
  
   [Chorus x2: U-God]
   Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+
   Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+
  
   [Method Man]
   MC's have the right to remain silent
   Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'fuckers
   And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
   Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta
   It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya
   Like red heat with hammers and sickles
   I milk like ya baby mama's nipples, got issues
   It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us
   Then lord strike me down where I stand at now
   wit this bottle of Remy, gettin' fucked up child, listen
   The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC
   Of course it's Tical!
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [U-God]
   The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope
   Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke
   The man not for joke, we all out for broke
   Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote
   You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton
   I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one
   I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome
   +Rumble+ when we come, boy you better +Run+, +Run+
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Raekwon]
   Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips
   Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch
   Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs
   Sick winter gear, been on position is where
   Call him an Asiatic God-body, +Longevity+
   Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped
   Swing through the hood calmly
   Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George
   Dust shut shit off, whips spin off
   Get off, slips, which, wiz
   Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines
   Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies
   Dip wide, dress my shit up, fuck six times, wish mine
   Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines
  
   [Chorus]