energy into infinity Like a Nimbo; endless, trapped it, Kingu; A myth too ignorant Like the Sumerians Explorer of the solar system like Galileo Bring the mist of Mahabharata Celestial God
bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only
to often rule you whether individuals love, loathe behold enslavement, order united retaliation so fear in God hold true, to obstruction thoroughly handing
J to A to R U L E Niggaz can't be seriously fuckin' wit me What you holla out, we can hit up an alley and air out Bullets exit the barell and enter your
head down), Russian nuclear reactor is ablaze. 1987 Beirut gun man attack U.N., Argentinian president Ends arms revolt, Gorbachev makes new offer on arms Cuts, Iraqi exocet blasts U
, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you digest
of your eight point sun Hold tight grip on the God U, now you best be careful Can't dodge two [Incomprehensible] Aimed at your dome piece Father U C
my door door All the people that I knew Acted funny when big ruck got some loot But they can't see b, let my parabellum fly fly Cause I be God decipher
' to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang As they take home another pot of gold with this three million dollar purse Rebel INS, U-God, Street Life Get
murder ballads for sweet chariots My second return like a unstoppable bullet With wings my ears, ring your name when you speak of me in vein Enter the
[U-God] Countdown... Are you ready? Are you mad inside? Got you strapped down to your seats Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip God speed, approach
ya, the number one traffic sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, Lex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God
lovlier, you know. We done did the hustlin' thing) Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss (We done had fun on the streets. Now we entered the game and we
cold one May I be blessed yes? My rap is like a laser beam that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of tings [U-God] Crack the bottle of
you, under the tree F.U.C.K.I.N.G , Aye All mun fi bow, dem wicky Di , Nor S.U.C.K.I.N.G , Gal You are mi Q.U.E.E.N , So Mi I your K.I.N.G VERSE 1:
you, under the tree F.U.C.K.I.N.G , Aye All mun fi bow, dem wicky Di , Nor S.U.C.K.I.N.G , Gal You are mi Q.U.E.E.N , So Mi I your K.I.N.G [1] Di first