[Intro: GZA & (RZA)]

Okay... the GZA

Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin'?

We gonna bang y'all in the head one time

Blaze up on y'all one time, real fast (Do the mix and all that shit)

Knamsayin'? Word up

(Make it—make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)

Throw ya seatbelts on, a'ight?

(Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down, yo)

[Verse 1: GZA]

I take y'all niggas straight Beneath The Surface

To the core — if it ain't raw, it's worthless

Pentel professional, polar ink

Wild river rafters fall off the raft and sink

Tony let a brother Touch, twenty bar rush

The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust

Allah Just, I lay it for the mixtapes

Quick to quake a label-mate

The sound came out a rusted crate, surrounded by cobwebs

Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds

On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow

Wu-Tang niggas — they shine and make the mic glow!

[Interlude: Masta Killa]

We be killin', all guerilla in with all that screw-facin'

Pacin' back and forth, lookin' savage — stop!

[Verse 2: RZA as Bobby Digital]

Whether plugged in or plugged out

Iron grill mugged or thugged out

Blood In Or Blood Out

Son was bugged out, might look at you and slice you

Buck-50 face, stupid, the shape of one Nike swoop

Who the fuck you think let y'all wild niggas in?!

Allowed you to put down your guns, and raise your pen?!

Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig!

We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or word to your wig?

Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of 50 Cent pieces

Don't worry about the weed or pussy, I read books

I'm liable to 'mate ya king with three rooks

You see the Wu "W"? Raise the Black fist!

Maybe Tony Touch's concord needle will scratch this

The ice cube link you bought from the Jew for 80 G's

Was only appraised at 42

Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude

Of people, who would trade gold for food

I heard Boar's Head killed more than nuclear wars head

Or street sons who walk around dressed in all red

Bobby Digi said if you ever in Compton or Long Beach

Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis with a nice piece

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]

Penetrate on mixtape, with the registration

Illustrate constant elevation

Spark friction, Shawshank Golden Arm Redemption

Endorsed by the Masta inscription signature

[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]

Off-top, my unorthodox style of attack

Is like Hannibal rollin' on elephant's back

Pack a long barrel, bustin' off strong ammo

My light's so vast, I cast twenty-foot shadows

First family, fifth Capo, micro to macro

Load it in your head, play it back slow

Act like you know, this is no drill

Murderous rap revealed, goin' for kill

On these New York City sidewalks, we walk

Camouflaged, dodgin' the eyes of the hawk

Kani Sport, totin' the fifth, slidin' off

My live source movin' across with brute force

Bloodsport — many more heads face the blade

Fakers must fade, the stakes have now raised

Words of murder, suspense and intrigue

Make major league niggas show signs of fatigue

My Killa Beez span wider than seven seas

Squeeze on MC's with bullet train speed

Tony's Touch create more gold than Midas

Your Highness, all in your head like your hair stylist

[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]

Frosty mug, big ring liters, top secret thug

Lampin' in Cheetahs, Orenthal with the murder glove

Boulder the town, devilish grin look peculiar

Swung on this faggot, knocked the windows out of Sylvia's

Timb's got scuffed up, my ankles got sprained

That's my word! To every single seed, I smack flames

Staten Island's Masada, teachers of Elijah

Thrown out the temple, now collided with the Father

Nickname's Pudding

Clarence 13X before the Will Smith's and the limelights of Cuba Gooding

Lost in the cosmos, explodin' through a quasar

Be duckin' pulsars, organic state still be the gods

[Outro: Ghostface Killah & (GZA)]

Tony Touch! Tony Touch!

Word up!

Big Face Ghost in effect (Yo...)