Lyrics

[Intro: Prince Rakeem & Ason Unique] Yeah, yeah, check the flavor of this Yo see my pinky? See my thumb? See my fist? Ya better get the hell outta here Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda This is the Wu-Tang Clan, we wanna bomb ya [Verse 1: Ason Unique] Brothers get petro when Ason appears When I step into your atmos', here comes the fear Can I get riggy-diggy-raw, huh? Man! Who's knows your shields, yes the man I am Which means I'm clean, another slang on your brain Forget about all that handy flocks and chains I'm popular, straight from the opera I rocks on a nigga 'cause I'm about ta Blow up! With the jaws, the party I'm in there Ya step to the Shaolin, throw the blunt to the rear What time is it? It's time to whip the whip Mad difference to the pockets, feelin legit 'Cause when I come out this way, I don't play To put a brother away, chk-blaow! Blown away Give it to ya raw, my style is hardcore Don't funk the jaw, Wu-Tang jaw Shit is about to get funky in here I die for this 'cause you're shot when I'm there Whoever's with me, you better step with me Right now, if not, another beat down [Chorus: Prince Rakeem] The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! [Verse 2: Prince Rakeem] Yo, it might sound dramatic, I'm a rap fanatic The mic is a habit, I gots to grab it Whipped it, flipped it, then I sticked it Enter my pocket once I've rocked it Sound is known as the high syndrome Like smoke from a blunt when it enters the dome The deliver the method to improve my effort Of my flow when I go buckwild with the record MCs laid up, they heard my flavor Got a bomb whip like my next door neighbor Never the effect of 28 got me paranoid Girls are something I can't avoid Gimme gimme gimme, I stay when I'm simmy But I won't say a gift without something on my Jimmy This is the slicksta when I gets your sister Flipped ya, hit her then I'm quick ta Live New York with a two dime talk Then who keeps walking through the Times speed talking Those who hit the, flow seems to get you Hit you and then Big Prince come and stick you And I'll be having you running up the Avenue My rhymes that be grabbing you and beats that be stabbing you Some fail to fuckin voodoo, the drunken monk If it ain't loud enough, pop your trunk [Chorus: Prince Rakeem] The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! The Wu is comin through! [Outro: Prince Rakeem] So what you gonna do? ["Wu-Tang crew" -] Ol' Dirty Bastard *cut and scratched a few times*