Released on October 7, 2003

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Ai-yo Bobby!


[Verse 1: RZA]

The grand ultimate supreme, no extremities, we use Tai Chi to deflect off our enemy

Five poisons from the Clan there's no remedy

We dispell the smell of wickedness in our vicinity

Bobby

The atomic, Islamic

Bomb-droppin'

Appear in your atmosphere

Like the comet

Heading to the Western Hemisphere, non-stoppin'

Strikin' the belly of the sea to make it vomit

Things of beings is unseen by men

In shapes and form

Never been dreamed by men, the word of God

Always intervene with sin, from insight

My inner-light beams within

Pin-point focus

Move silently unnoticed, when you attack

I fall back in the wind like the lotus

Put the soul in the track

Like my name was Otis

Pain in my heart and your chance is hopeless for you to win

A change is gonna come, you hear the ZUUU!

Wu-Tang is gonna come and my vocals

They gonna bang on the drum

You go against the grain you will hang from ya tongue

So...


[Hook: RZA (Feathers)]

(Love) love

(Love) love

(Thugs) thugs

(Thugs) thugs

This is in yo' club (club)

(Club) club

Nigga pass the motherfuckin' drugs!


[Verse 2: RZA]

Oh, shaboobaloop

To my soundwave there's no sonic solution, no Pro Tools to edit or out-date my producing, form like crystals

Mushrooms after the missile

We strike into the hip-hop bone

Of the gristle and my thoughts be the marrow, son

I'm the narrow

Tube inside the gun that's released through the barrel and the words travel in lead

Expand at high speeds with the hole in your head

And filled up you

With the

Knowledge of self

I dropped out of school, I went to the

College of self and I pertained my wealth

B-O-B-B

When y'all niggas see me

I'm like Godzilla stompin' over Mount Fiji

Or Rodan with the wingspan

Prince Rakeem can rocks to the solo or combine with my team and

Spit like the calico, welcome to the Alamo

Bop-bop-bop, you know how you cowards go on


[Hook: RZA]

(Love) love

(Luck) luck

Slugs

Drugs

(Thugs) thugs

I'm bugged

Welcome back to my hip-hop club


[Verse 3: Beretta 9]

Ai-yo

Psycho, menace

Downin' a Guinness

Strictly bidness

While I'm in this

Flip on a nigga like a gymnast

Put a knot on ya head

The size of Grimace

Bitch

Jumpin' out ya speaker

Huntin' for yo' egg like it's Easter

Though I come in peace, I would just like to say peace to

Scallywags, skeezers

And I don't really need ya

You don't understand why I don't understand either

Now shit's gettin' deep, you should've thought a lot deeper, it's my time to get

Over and I got on my blinkers, so I write

And I spit on the mic

So you can feel

What is truth

What is right and what's not

Yo I must kill the ideal

And enlight this Earth

And yo, I will

Give birth

To a light that lives to keep it real all through research

I learned in schools, not even Church can instill

These words are jewels so you can heal

Still I search

And I works real hard

I need a deal

And with speed 'cause it hurts indeed

Yo can you feel?

My heart

Still pumps the blood

That makes me bleed

All real

And the pastor's best

I always will do my thing


[RZA]

Yo let me know son, yo..

X.O. Hennessey

Jack Daniel or Tennesee

Whisky

Got these groupie bitches actin' frisky


[Beretta 9]

Searchin' for that Bill like Lewinsky

All over my pants lookin' for a Jim Brownski


[Cilvaringz]

Ringz and Partners, Wu-Tang is how we fuck up Helsinki

Oh shit

Kinetic

Bobby Steeles

Origin/Barrakjudah, Wu-Tang forever motherfuckers


[Hook: RZA (Feathers)]

(Love) love

(Love) love

(Thugs) thugs

(Thugs) thugs

This is in yo' club (club)

(Club) cub

Nigga pass the motherfuckin' drugs (drugs)