Murder one of y'all niggas
Get to hurtin' one of y'all niggas
Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all niggas

Kick dirt
Color glocks splitters just listen there's UFO visitors
Fly paintings remainin', reclinin' pro-commissioner
One boot off he Rudolph, know he hyped flew off
Hibernatin', dead in the makin', ear-rake him, gear-rake him
Technician murderer, Wu hit the universe
Our words is crush, fingers icy slush, ringers wants Mercedes bust
Tip bottles, Movado, sailin' in some Wu googles you follow
Mail and jail letters, sendin' niggas lottos
What made you murder my flow, what made you rival my clothes
What made you fuck it, yo son these niggas gotta owe
I think a lot of flows, I flip exotic hoes
We paintin' pictures if it's I seen a lot of those
Gettin fly with Ghost, power just buy the boats
RZA your vision is exquisite, daddy hide your scrolls
Platonic chronic shows, tonic prose
Off the meter Panasonic know, son line me a ho

Devestatin' shockwaves strikin' the nation
Newsflash, warn the people, assassination
The hour of detonation, pure untampered or mixed in any form
In any form mixed untampered it's pure
Dissect each line of the rhyme
Find my ingredients and nutrients
Teach patience and obedience before movement
Killer bee student enrollment
I'm out your control and expose if it's synthetic
Quote these plush degrees as I inject, there's many at risk
Slang therapist Shallah Rae
Plus the people, with magnificent wordplay

Murder one of y'all niggas
Get to hurtin' one of y'all niggas
Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all niggas

Hey yo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path
They quoted tracks while we spoke math, blowin' fast
Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft
I don't flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash
Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash
Floatin' past in an alley with the oak dash
Show the cash, watch it blow in half, it's no fair
They goin' mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads
Crabs want to play me close and grab
Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin' jabs
Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag
You posin' bad, show your ass son, you won't last
With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass
Compose a smash, rollin' grass at Ghost lab

"Drink to your new life, iron flag brothers"

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Elgin Evander Turner, Jason Hunter, Lamont Hawkins, Robert F. Diggs