After the Smoke is Clear

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (The Delphonics)] (After the smoke is done) Yo yeah (Wu-Tang/Delphonics number one) Yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what (After the smoke is done) Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas (Wu-Tang/Delphonics number one) Word up, big dick, motherfucking house Whaddup, bench press these cats, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, god show these niggas how we get deep, down and dirty Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back, for 5 birdies Yo they gotta 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 Hart To Hart They used to push me in shopping carts, now I'm writing darts Like Ebenezer, the porno teaser Saying words like sheeba, ____ rapper valet the visa My team got rides like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab Cameras in nine bedrooms we own DATs Don't touch this crackling hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half, laugh and pop shit Reader's Digest passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard It got back that the world government tried to dub it But devils love it, booby-trap raps cover the track like ADAT Sharper than cuts laced on Marley Scratched supreme clientele, my cartel Willie Stargel passed this shit his piece, where's the Nobel? Oh well, signing off as usual The arsonist leaving niggas lost in the stairwell [Break: 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 banging into that will (ahhhhh), word up (After the smoke is clear) Yeah, what, Stapleton (Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here) Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York [Verse 2: Raekwon] The greatest story ever told by me, precisely Roman numeral IV 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 cloak Met my comrade, go half on this lab down in Baghdad Flipping like a meth's tab, get money like an Arab The tight niggas snapped six legs on the crab Now hush, you wanna do what? My click better bust [Verse 3: RZA] Underprivileged, grew up in a Stapleton house village Where blood flood the water in streets like oil spillage My front door was blowing, the debt man spotted 55 boa Niggas was still flowing, voice was echoing I rise high like an octave The proctor wouldn't gamble the sample, it shocked her My ninjas run round like Shaka Zulu, some play peace like Donny the Guru Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Tutu Undisputed champion belt holders, shaped and mould us Soul controller of the lunar, solar or the polar I blow hash smoke through my nasal, my brain with worth 30 billion Wu-Tang [?] battalion was like cannibal weight in Brazilians [Outro: 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 Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here After the smoke is done Wu-Tang/Delphonics number one Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)