Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ The Delphonics, Raekwon, RZA
Album:  Ironman
Song:   After the Smoke is Clear
Typed by: rclewis@zianet.com, 320042425817-0001@t-online.de

[Ghostface Killah] (The Delphonics)
(After the smoke is done) Yo
Yeah (Wu-Tang, Delphonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what 
(Number one)
Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas
(After the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house
Whaddup, bench press these cats
(Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one) Yo

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, God, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty
Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back, five-thirty
Yo they got a hit placed on my head 
What should the God do?
Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews?
Never that, don't ever look at me out of synch
The imperial, industrial king got weight
Don't give a fuck
Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart
They used to push me in shuffle cards
Now I'm writing darts like Ebinezzer
The porno teaser, sayin words like cheeba
Educated rapper fouling the teaser
My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab
Cameras in nine bedrooms, we own dash
Don't touch this, cracklin hot shit
I snap ya shoulder blade in half, laugh and pop shit
Reader's Digest passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard
Got bagged that the world government 
Tried to dub it, the devils love it
Movie trap raps cover the tracks like a-decks
Sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched 
Supreme Clientele, my cartel, Willie Stargel passed
This shit is peace, where's the Nobel?
Oh well, signin off as usual
The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the stairwell

[Ghostface Killah] (The Delphonics)
(Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo
Represent my projects Stapleton (after the smoke is done)
He represent that project Park Hill (Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one)
You represent that project Murder West Brighton, Now Born
Arm bangin into that will (ahhhhh)
Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapelton
(Wu-Tang, Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here)
Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York

[Raekwon]
The greatest story ever told by me, precisely
Roman numeral I be plus three describe me
My son move like the toad
Get drunk, speak in codes
Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
Got beef with the globe
Met my comrad, go half on this lab down in Baghdad
Flippin like a mex tab, get money like a Arab
The type niggas snapped six legs on the crab
Now, hush, who wanna do what
My click better bust

[RZA]
Underprivileged, grew up in a Stapleton house village
Where blood flood the water and streets like oil spillage
Before dog was growin the best thing I spot a fifty-five borough
A nigga was still flowin, voice was echoin
I rise high like an octave
Procter wouldn't Gamble, the sample, it shocked her
My ninjas run wild like Shaka Zulu
Some play peace like Donny the Guru
Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Tutu
Undisputed champion, belt holders
Shape and mold us
Sole controler of the lunar 
Solar of the polar
I blow half smoke through my nasal
My praise was thirty words
Wu-Tang filled with children was like
Hannibal raidin Sicilians

[The Delphonics]
After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one
After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one
After the smoke is clear
Wu-Tang, Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here
After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one
Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)