Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album:  Wu-Tang Forever
Song:   Older Gods
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, Cno Evil

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyyo, I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapell's fly, spitting out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double-dutch this
They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair
Plus your's the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibule designer niggaz in they whips
Jumping out they seats, Eighteen Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood, we might circle, hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes, change my tire, peal out
Real loud on the staind yo, I shitted on your hood kid
I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late
I'm looking real good, draped out
Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece 
Your girlfriend, c'mere, oh shit, you my man's niece 
The gourmet pocket twenty bombs made of clay 
Sexcapades take place, we fuck in forty-eight shades 
Might walk up in your studio time, slap your engineer 
Light a fluid, the DAT's down, hand me the matches now

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo, rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this
Niggaz bless this, eight and a half Bally banana twist
E shakes, puffing on pipe, feeding the seeds plates
Pulling out, Ol' Dirty aids to rob gates
Major wake up, the kid tell tales, make a nigga head wake up
Beats break, the nigga whip take off his time
Honolulu status, gladdest, the rich rock cabbage 
And dollar vans gands, that nigga mad savage 
Stationary Hall of Justice, niggaz came chromed out
Just came home, now they boned out
Money be longer than triple life
Till the sun burn out, that's my word
Moving with the burner out
Fidel way of thinking, roll with the Mac, bent, Ac-10
Most of my team Five Percent check what the live send
Rolling with Guess vests, pedestrians yo
Holding my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians

[Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and how to rock this
[both]  Maintain Three-Sixty, Lord and live prosperous
[Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
[both]  One time in the respectable mind
(repeat 2X)

[GZA]
Let the shots spark soon as his pit bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks, leaves from jams in school parks
Witness forget his original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gunned down, flee in town, hit came from seven crowns
Spent rounds, catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded back in the eighty-three summer heat
Up in 3-0-9 park, rhyming off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets, demonstrating mic wrecks
All lookin stank, I ain't playing with a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square
Household name, assassin, Killa Bee
Mill to the grain, that possess the Wu trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite, camouflage and blend
Those that got styles, they got identical twins
Don't stress the small thing, copycats are finicky
Without skills, they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age

*rocket fired, whistles off and explodes, breaking glass*