Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Ms. Roxy
Album:  Wu-Tang Forever
Song:   Reunited
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, Cno Evil

[Intro: Ms. Roxy]
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)
It's Wu, ah going on

[GZA]
Reunited, double LP, world excited
Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
From metaphorical parables that fertilize the Earth
Wicked niggaz come trying to burglarize the turf
Scatting on soft-ass beats, them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style deteriorate rapidly
Uncompleted missions throwing your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up if you mastered addition
Where I come from, getting visual is habitual
Demonstrate walking on hot coal in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, form the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it was plural
Rhyming while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparalleled advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
I smoke the beat and the skunk, tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, ya head get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fucking bitches by the chunk
My name Black, you worms wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop, my momma serve free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
I don't walk, I get carried
Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall looking properly
But comely, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
My grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
Come to the cookout, Dirty bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*

[Ms. Roxy] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X)
           Yeah... and RZA

[RZA]
Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
Bigger dick sex enigma, pistol fertilize your stigma
Stinkbox ordered from pink dot
MC's get stuck on ink blots ASR plugged to the sync box
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, they never understood it
I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
Attack when you least notice through explosive postage
I don't play, the rap souflee sautê for the day
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
Spread like plague, we drink Hennessey by the jack
I got the golden egg plus the goose
Eighty proof Absolute mixed with cranberry fruit juice
Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle, killer instinct
Sixteen bar nickel sell more copies than Kinko
Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
And we return like Jesus when the whole world need us

[Method Man]
Is it appetite for destruction
Slap a murder rap on this production 
I touch something, trust nuttin 
Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
I see 'em ducking my dart gun 
Bustin from every angle
Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
That be code-named Agent Orange, killing you slow
It's only right you pay homage
To those that's 'bout to blow like that shit up your nose 
Solid - as a rock when I strike target
Verbal - be screaming on you like a drill sergeant
Herbals - got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
Drunk off a cheap wine
Each line be on point when I speak mine
On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter The Wu
Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers to take you through

[Outro: Ms. Roxy]
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X)

*violins play on for a while*

It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X)
Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
Wu-Tannnnnnnng

[Ol' Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
[Ms. Roxy]  And RZA...