After the Smoke is Clear

Lyrics

[Chorus: The Delfonics & Ghostface Killah] After the smoke is done (Yo! Yeah) Wu-Tang, you'll find, is number one (Yeah, what, what, who wanna do it? What, what?!) After the smoke is done (Slap fire out y'all monkey ass niggas) Wu-Tang/Delfonics number one (Word up, big dick in the motherfuckin' house Word up, we gon' bench press these cats, yo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, God, show these niggas how we get deep, down and dirty Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back for five birdies Yo, they got a hit placed on my head, what should the God do? Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews? Never that! Don't never look at me out of sync The imperial industrial king got wicked Don't give a fuck, like the poor part, we watch Hart to Hart They used to push me in shopping carts, now I'm writin' darts Like Ebenezer, the porno teaser Sayin' words like Sheeba, Texaco rapper, valet the Visa My team got rides like Six Flags, plus two Wu labs Cameras in nine bedrooms, we all dazzed Don't touch this cracklin' hot shit I'll snap your shoulder blade in half, laugh and pop shit Reader's Digest passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard It got back that the World Government tried to dub it Devils love it, booby-trap raps cover the track like ADAT Sharper than cuts laced on "Marley Scratch" Supreme clientele, my cartel Willie Stargell passed, this shit is peace, where's the Nobel? Oh, well.. signin' off as usual The arsonist leavin' niggas lost in the stairwell [Chorus: The Delfonics & Ghostface Killah] Wu-Tang/Delfonics, number one (Yeah! Yo... yo!) Represent my project Stapleton After the smoke is done He represent that project Park Hill Wu-Tang, you'll find is, number one You represent that project Murder West Brighton, Now Born Harbor, aim your tool at will! Word up After the smoke is clear (Yeah! What?! Stapleton!) Delfonics and Wu-Tang still here (Park Hill! Word up!) (Yeah! Yeah! New York!) [Verse 2: Raekwon] The greatest story ever told by me, precisely Roman numeral IV, plus III, describe me My son move like the Toad, get drunk, speak in codes Throw a fiend in the sleeper-hold, got beef with the globe Meth my comrade, go half on this lab down in Baghdad Flip it like a mess tab, get money like an Arab The type niggas snap, six legs on the crab Now, hush — you wanna do what? My clique better bust [Verse 3: RZA] Underprivileged, grew up in the Stapleton House Village Where blood flood the waters of streets like oil spillage (Wu-Tang, Delfonics number one) Before dog was growin' at the dusthead spot at 55 Bowen Niggas was still flowin', voice was echoin' I rise high like an octave The Procter wouldn't Gamble to Sample the Doctor My ninjas run wild like Shaka Zulu Some play peace like Ganj the guru Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Tutu Undisputed champion girl holders, shape-and-mold'ers Soul controller of the lunar, solar and the polar I blow hash smoke through my nasal, my appraise worth 30 million Wu-Tang third battalion rush like Hannibal raidin' Sicilians [Chorus: The Delfonics] After the smoke is done Wu-Tang, you'll find, is number one After the smoke is done Wu-Tang, you'll find, is number one After the smoke is clear Delfonics and Wu-Tang still here After the smoke is done Wu-Tang/Delfonics, number one [Outro: The Delfonics] Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, Wuuuuuu)