Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album:  Iron Flag
Song:   Iron Flag
Typed by: Tha Masta

	"On ya mind" (x4)
	"Iron Flag brothers" (x4)
	{*repeat during hook*}

[Hook: Raekwon]
Murder one of y'all niggaz.. kick dirt on one of y'all niggaz
Binges, snatch the shirt off one of y'all niggaz

[Raekwon]
Colored glocks, literatures, listeners
UFO visitors, fly payers, remainin, reclinin, vote commissioner
Want more? He Rudolph, knew he hype, flew off
Hibernatin, dead in the makin, ear achin, gear ratin
Technician murderer, Wu hit the universe
All words is crushed, fingers, ice is slushed Ringers, want
Mercedes plushed Sip bottles, Muvado, sailin in some Wu goggles
Follow, mailin jail letters, sendin niggaz lottos
What made you murder my flow? What made you rob with my clothes?
What made you... FUCK IT! Yo son these niggaz gotta go
I thank a lot of flows, I thank exotic ho's
We paintin pictures, if it's was drizzies, seen a lot of those
Gettin fly with Ghost, power chips by the boast
RZA your vision is exquisite, Daddy hide ya spoke
Put down the chronic, shows, tonic pro's Off the meter, Panasonic note, son line me a ho

[Masta Killa]
Devastatin shockwaves strikin the nation
News flash, warn the people, assassination
The hour of detonation
Pure, untampered, unmixed in any form
And any form mixed, the untampered is pure
Disect each line in a rhyme, find mine
Ingredients and nutrients
Teach patience and obedience before movement
Killa Bee student enrollment, I'm out to control it
And expose in the synthetic
Quote these plush degrees as I inject
There's many at risk, slang therapist
Shallah Rae, bless the people with magnificent wordplay

	"Iron Flag brothers" (x2)

[Hook]

[Inspectah Deck]
Eh-yo you know the half
Some get respect, most we showed the path
They quote the trash while we spoke math, blowin fast
Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft
I don't flash, ho's love me cuz I hold the stash
Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash
Floatin passed in the Nally with the Oak dash
Show the cash, watch it blow and have his note fad
They goin mad, check the tape recorders and the note pad
Crabs wanna play me close and grab
Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin jabs
Where the powers you supposed to have? Hand in ya soldier rag
You frozen bad, show ya ass, son you won't last
With heavyweights that elevate the whole mass
Compose a smash rollin grass at Ghost's lab

	"Praise to your new life"(x2)
	"Iron Flag brothers"
	"On ya mind" (x2)
	{*repeated several times*}