Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album:  Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai O.S.T.
Song:   Fast Shadow
Typed by: jannepar@dlc.fi, Tha Masta

[Intro: Method Man]
Did ya-- I'm sayin
You can just come over top with that shit
Can I hear it?
Nigga, and bang your head, punk! [ODB starts yeallin "SUCK THE DICK"]
Hah! And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, 
it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, stop
(SUCK MY DICK!)

[Method Man]
It all starts with the pad and pen
Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session?
Once again on the run, be the Black Stallion
Now you fuckin with Ticallion
Hmm, Iron Lung, word me can't done
Army of one, blaze your bun
I'ma get you none, except challenge
Run around with the erasers, they iced it, I aced it
Placed, right up in they face till they faced it
Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone
I'ma BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-bad to the bone, to the bone
Danger, zone, that's my life and my song
Keep it moving, hop along little doggies

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
UGH! UGH! UGH! FUCK YOU!
Drivin Mack Cadillac, dark shaded windows all sunny black
Big antenna back of the car, side ends all TV
Even a bar, bulletproof down, save the sound
12 O' in a fright just to drive a Lexus all around
Give ya, give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride
Now sang warm inside, come to the Dirt Dog
As the tummy rise *laughs* Enter..

[RZA]
Our Wu-Tang click will make your atoms split
The power of my brain, you can't fathom it
Whoever go against the will of the Grain will get slain
Don't ever say thy God name in vain
My third-eye electronic, dragonfly spy
will observe and record your words
and your lies will approach you
and have my dogs come and ghost you
When it comes to the bread, son the heat will toast you

[U-God]
Music makes me lose control, this is not just rock 'n' roll
Hip-Hop digs right to the soul, music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang now we on the role, on the rise, now here we go
Guaranteed to flip the show, RZA beats just out of control
Out of control, out of control, out of control
Now here we go

[Masta Killa]
Yo, who got that nigga gased, like we can't get ski-masked?
Abducted from his doorstep, duffle bag his head for the price of nothing
He's a gluttoned, what I'm manifestin each day is a lesson
Y'all faggots, came to the school of the 36 Chambers
Copied off papers of scholars to earn dollars
We trend setters in Wu leathers
Trend setters in Wu leathers, whateva

[U-God]
Music makes me lose control, this is not just rock 'n' roll
Hip-Hop digs right to the soul, music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang now we on the roll, on the rise, now here we go
Music makes me lose control, music makes me lose control
Music makes me lose control, this is not just rock 'n' roll
Hip-Hop digs right to the soul, music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang now we on the roll, on the rise, now here we go
Guaranteed to flip the show, RZA beats just out of control
Out of control, out of control, out of control
Now here we go