Daytona 500

Lyrics

[Intro: Force MD's] We are the G-O-D's And we came to rock the spot like Iron Man Starks They be the illest emcees in the world today Cappa, Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers 'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killa Beez "From where we at to my man's cell From where we at—" [Verse 1: Raekwon] Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge-Knowledges Street astrologists, light up the mic, God, acknowledge this Fly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holder Play it, God, E-pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Repel all fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate, take a break Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Dre Thugs they be booin' and screwin', we canoein' Claim they doin' the same shit we doin' — fuck the union! It's the same style, RZA train, aboard, jump the turnstile On the Isle, he tried to challenge God for the new Bal's Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac' Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day — it pays, Black! The MAC-10 flex, wipe cats like Windex Index finger be sore bustin' these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily, grands revive lands Layin' with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands We losin' 'em, jet to the stash in Now Jerusalem Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em Low-pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the Older God, build with the Sun, Moon and Star [Chorus: Force MD's] All you's MCs start realizin' That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibin' The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest But if your skills are weak, you better step behind us "Ghostface — Ghosface Killah!"" [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Mercury raps is roughed, then god just shown like taps Red and white Wallys that match, bend my baseball hat Doin' forever shit like pissin' out the window on turnpikes Robbin' niggas for leathers, high swipin' on dirt bikes Voice be mellow like Vaughn Harper, Radio Barber Murder sleep-away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist who burn with his pen regardless Slayin' all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubblin' strings Biochemical cream, we burn kerosene The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Blonde heads inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zoom in like binoculars — the rap blacksmith Money's Rolex was rockless, Chef ragtop is spotless I'm Iron Man, no die-cast metal, I'm steel-alloy True identity hidden inside secret tabloids Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxes The track hit like the bangers in hundred watt boxes Yo, jostlin' these cats while Little J be deli'in' Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians [Chorus: Force MD's] "Rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell" All you's MC's start realizin' That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibin' The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest But if your skills are weak, you better step behind us "Cappa-Cappa-Cappa-Cappachino" [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Give me the fifty thou', small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills My beer spills, what up, Lils? Murder one, dun Killer Bee stung, guess who back home, son? My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages of boom, Papi wardrobe The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons Smuggle balloons, Lorna Doones in fat pussy wounds Let the gods build, pull up the grill, check out the mad skills Top-secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it Jiggy style of rap and watchin' knock our slang, sweep it Out-of-order tape recorder can't record my slaughter Spoil the rotten, Donna, too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is Hancocked '96, my ill sound clash is still hot Get yourself shot! [Chorus: Force MD's] All you's MC's start realizin' That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibin' The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest But if your skills are weak, you better step behind us