[Intro: RZA & Masta Killa]

Lot of people, you know what I'm sayin'?

That be gettin' misinformed, thinkin' everything is everything

You could just get yourself a little deal, whatever

You know what I'm sayin'?

You gonna get on, you gonna get rich

And all these labels be tryna lure us in like spiders into the web

You know what I'm sayin'?

Sometimes people gotta come out and speak up

And let people understand

That, you know, you gotta, you gotta read the labels, you gotta read the label

If you don't read the label, you might get poisoned (Bomb these niggas, God)

[Verse: GZA]

Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy

When you fake moves on a nigga you employ

We'll all emerge off your set, now you know, goddamn

I show livin'-large niggas how to flip a def jam

And rough up the motherfuckin' house 'cause I smother

You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a brother

I'm ruthless, my clan don't have to act wild

That shit is jive, an old sleeping bag profile

The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty

On the real of real, it wasn't from a tough city

Niggas be game, thinkin' that they lyrical surgeons

They know they mic's a phone to Virgin

And if you ain't boned a mic, you couldn't hurt a bee

That's like goin' to Venus drivin' a Mercury

The capital of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang

Witty, unpredictable talent and natural game

I death-row an MC with mic cables

The epic is that I rush associated labels

From east, west to ATCO, I bring it to a next plateau

But I keep it phat, though

Yo, I'm hittin' batters up with the wild pitch style

I even show an Uptown MCA style

Who thought he saw me on 4th and Broadway

But I was out on the Island, bombin' MCs all day

My priority is that I'm first priority

I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority

So look out for A and M

The Abbot and the Master breakin' down your pendulum

As I fiend MCs out with a blow that'll numb the appendix

I'm holdin' more weight than Colombia

Index, Interscope, we RCA

Clan that's comin' with a plan to free a

Slave of a mental death, MC, don't panic

Throw that A&R nigga off the boat in the Atlantic

Now, who's the bad-boy character? Not from Arista

But firin' weapons released on Geffen (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)

So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown

My central broadcasting systems is lowdown

And dirty like that bastard

It's gettin' drastic

[Outro: GZA & Masta Killa]

Read the label and say it loud

Another Wu banger

36 Chambers

Through your area

Yeah, the RZA, phat tracks on a disc

RZA razor, RZA razor sharp

Another Wu-Tang production, kid, comin' at ya