[Intro: RZA & sample]

Yeah-yeah-yeah, one-two, one-two

Aiyyo... Wu-Tang's invincible

Word up, better understand the principle

My man Muggs, droppin' phat tracks like drugs

Breaker, breaker one two, breaker, breaker one two

You're breakin' up...

Peace...

"We're at the crossroads

Our immediate future

Is the worst war man will ever know"

[Verse 1: GZA]

Via satellite from the Wu-Mansion

Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any MC

And the fruit that fell far was the ripest

It was Cypress, let the media hype this

Promotion niggas snipe this

Push it like tray bags in '72

Kept niggas in suede rags

Microphone psycho, who flips the mic so well

Held without bail, in jams packed like jail cells

There's no escapin' once my blade starts scrapin'

Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin'

My sword indeed make more niggas bleed

So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed

A lordship, with that offer, nigga, that'll cost ya

Feel the strings of torture

Must've been the half-gallon of the shit he drinkin'

That got him thinkin'

That he could trash the ship and get me sinkin'

I told him, "Come back when you're sober"

Drunk-ass punk, on the motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October

Don't even catch me while I'm blunted

Rhymes start runnin' like loops on a SP-1200

Instruments of terror on warship, it's corporate

Visual niggas paint portraits

[Verse 2: RZA]

Yo, check the mic line for wire-taps ("We under attack!")

"Man your stations, take aim! Proceed!",

Fire back, all hands on deck

Cadet, vets, insert cassettes

Tracks snap heads like barrettes

Cache web-sites like internet

"Chief, I detected vehicles approachin' from the East"

Pass him the infrared binoculars, Captain, so I can see

Sound the alarm!

Call for the suicidal-kamikaze ninjas with the bombs

Flashes of neon, all we saw was flyin' arms

Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply

Send 'em back like George McFly

I – be holdin' this, travel ground like a motorist

Poisonous gas released from my track, its odorless and tasteless

Like Ghost is face-less

Which allowed the God to break backs and beat a hundred cases

MCs' heads weave like trees, in a breeze of rhymes like these

Underwater flow strike like torpedoes

You get plugged more than Del Rio, played short like De Vito

Split the fuck up like Mike-Jack and Tito

Sword cuts sharper than Concorde needles

Call my Second Private

"Tell him write this important message to Cypress –"

"I heard Yakub assisted on the island with Dr. Titus

And they just released a new deadly virus

To infiltrate the Western states

It's time to pump out more rap tapes

And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate"

"RZA — over and out!"