Daytona 500

[Intro: Force MDs] We are the G-O-D's And we came to rock the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's, in the world today Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez "From where we at to my man's cell From where we at" [Verse 1: Raekwon the Chef] Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge Knowledges Street astrologists, light up the mic God, acknowledge this Fly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, E-pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Repel all fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck a union It's the same style, RZA train a boy, jump the turnstile On the island he tried to challenge God for the new bals Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black The Mac-10 flex wipe cats like Windex Index finger be sore busting these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands We losing 'em, jet to the stash in Now Jerusalem Abusing 'em, rocking his jewels like we using 'em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older Gods, build with the Sun, Moon and Star [Hook: Force MDs] All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest But if your skills are weak you better step behind us "Ghostface--Ghostface Killah!!" [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doing forever shit like pissing out the window on turnpikes Robbing niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes Voice be mellow like Vaughn Harper, Radio Barber Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings Biochemical cream, we burn kerosene The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Blond heads, inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zoom in like binoculars, the rap blacksmith Money's Rolex, was rockless, Chef ragtop is spotless I'm Iron Man no die-cast metal, I'm steel-alloy True identity hidden inside secret tabloids Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxes The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians "rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell" [Hook] "Cappa-Cappa-Cappa-Cappachino" [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Give me the the fifty thou, small bills My gold plate, my slang kills My beer spills, what up lils? Murder one dun Killer bee stung, guess who back home son My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages of boom, Papi wardrobe The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons Smuggle balloons, lornadoones in fat pussy wounds Let the Gods build, pull up the grill Check out the mad skills Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it Jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang sweep it Out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter Spoil the rotten Donna too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is hand-cocked Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot Get yourself shot [Hook]