[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample]

"I don't know how y'all see it

But when it comes to the children

Wu-Tang is for the children

We teach the children"

[Chorus: PXWER]

God made everything around me, forget about the–

(Check this old fly shit out)

God made everything around me, forget about the money

None of it is real y'all

[Verse 1: PXWER]

It's been twenty-three long hard years I'm still hustling

I was brought up around these beats to kill something

Started off talkin' shit in the booth, I'm still frontin'

Terror alert on orange, my niggas a peel something

This is cynical, talk crazy, spitting them rhymes

Ill nigga, cracked my head and started gushin' my lines

Since the womb, you know P been chuckin' up the W

Respect my lost borough, it's still nothin' to fuck with, too

I move heaven and earth with two fingers

Paralyzing weak niggas with these Killa Bee stingers

We don't hear that weak shit that you bring up

Poppin' your lips, balling my fist

Making sure you sip the food that you heat up

You ain't know, that your chick was a eater

Boppin' the God in the crib, rollin' shooters while I'm kickin' my feet up

P, the best you never heard

Bars hittin' like you stomped on the curb

Fuck outta here

[Verse 2: Sun God]

I done heard you spit your best sixteen

I'm damn hot, so you gon' get sketch from a flame

No horseshit, I'm wet from the rain

When the temperature rise, ya identity get left in the flames

'Cause you could get left in the train

'Cause when it comes to grindin', I bum it out like fresh not his name

I used to be impressed by you lame

Now when you see the MAC shells fly out, like jets in Ukraine

Be fast life, try to throw a hex on my name, I play with with y’all

But no I’m not a game, Badda Boom Badda Bing

I’ll open up a wound on your face

Continue to roll through like skates

Nine shots out the nine, rattle the whole trunk like bass

With an ultra violet lens on it K

You scared? I should punch you in your face

You better be aware 'cause these shells I'ma put 'em where I can't

How sick am I?

[Verse 3: Young Dirty Bastard]

High coming down like a building in September

My smiley face is gone because it's cold in December

Gotta celebrate new years to go hard and to remember

I need a reminder, a bitch like Rihanna

I'm 'bout to hit the billboard monopoly get more

If you knew better you’d do better ask Snoop Dogg

In Brooklyn weep when it rains the bodies fall

Your little brother better pick up when Dirty call

I'm the Godfather not the movie fuck y’all

Tony Montana, I’m Ol' Dirty Bastard

Young Dirty, red red blue bandana

Who the fuck wanna fucking stop me? I’m crazy

Niggas wanna stop me, my rhymes are so blazing

Hip-hop persuasion nigga for occasion

[Verse 4: iNTeLL]

You can’t get too friendly with niggas, they might bite you

Pretend fake like you, really wantin' to knife you

Cut their own nose, I suppose just to spite you

I find that shit annoying, but also kinda delightful

Grown man shit, with my dad face on

Found a path, aftermath after blasting their songs

It’s a craft, if you catch it then you crash or stay long

Call me Shaft, Black magic how I mastered they song

Process in the core like processing the raw

Cocaine uncut, balloon bust in your gut

Not enough, add some glass, so y’all can see all the cuts

It’s a must, like those loud armpits upon the bus

See, I ain't put bars to a beat like this in ages

Can’t contain me in a cage, so try cages

Music penetrating the races, all the ages

And watch me just erase all the racists from my spaceship

[Chorus: PXWER]

God made everything around me, forget about the money

None of it is real y'all

God made everything around me, forget about the money

None of it is real y'all

God made everything around me, forget about the money

None of it is real y'all

God made everything around me, forget about the money

None of it is real y'all-aaaah

Yeah!