Lyrics

[Intro: sample] Gotta get that, all the way Gotta get that, all the way Gotta get that, all the way Gotta… [Verse 1: RZA] Provider of the blow, yo enter the Wu-Tang crew With verses that curses dudes like Tal Bo Designed by the mastermind on the mic (Ohh, We love you, Rakeem!) Yeah girl aight Recite to his vidals to idol my title There's no survival for any rival Check it check it, my style is perfected I attack when y'all least it expect it Corel pounds fouls with the Shaolin style Puff the White Owls then break wild Wild wild west, oh yes I suggest Ya bop to the beat, release all ya stress I got the proper hip-hop to rock ya Enter with the Wu-Tang flow, call a doctor But there's no sickness, only rhyme inflictness And a slang that seems to be addictive I got the new rocks, get on Shorty Doo Wop Love the baracud', come on dance on the block So go and do your thang and let me do my thang RZA bza-bang, Enter the Wu-Tang [Chorus: RZA & sample] Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wuuu… Tang! My God! [Verse 2: RZA] Those who try to oppose me or even overthrow me You taking more falls than Wile E. Coyote You can't snag me, rag-tag or bag me I'd have your ass runnin like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy Make decisions, to what? "Catch that pigeon" But I escape right from your fucking vision Blasted, as I mastered you bastards You tried to be slick like Dastard, Dick Dastard I got the remedy to kill off my enemies Carry two guns all my time like Yosemite Sam, goddamn, my style is mad flam I Slam! That's the kind of man that I am The black butterfly, what a guy! What a guy! Rhymes of harmony like a soft lullaby So give a suuu! Real love's getting Power-U In '92, Enter the Wu [Chorus: RZA & sample] Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wuuu… Tang! My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God! Can you Wuuu… Tang! My God! [Outro: RZA] Yea, the Wu-Tang Clan, somethin new in ninety-two Comin through with the Fatal Flying Guillotines So protect ya neck Power Equality, Allah Cee's Everything That means peace…