Klaxons Follow

Nizzuh, nzza, punk nigga, yeah
Yeah, aight, kick the raw style, yeah
Fly that fuckin' sack

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck, I fuck yo' ass up

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live an' uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot

Blaow, how you like me now?
Don't fuck the style, Ruthless wild
Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the fuck out?
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout

Yo, RZA, yo, razor, hit me with the major
The damage, my Clan understand, it be flavor
Gunnin', hummin', comin' atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gatcha

You could never capture the Method Man's stature
For rhyme an' for rapture
Got niggaz resignin', now master my style?
Never, I put the fuckin' buck in the wild kid

I'm terror razor sharp, I sever
The head from the shoulders
I'm better than my compeda
You mean competitor, whadeva, let's get together

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the tri blaow

I react so thick, I'm phat, an' yo
Rae came blowin' an' blew off ya headphones
Black rap from yo Cali to Texas
Smoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to wreck this

Brothers approach an' half step, but ain't heard half of it yet
An' I bet you're not a fuckin' vet
So, when you see me on the real
Formin' like Voltron, remember I got deep like a Navy Seal

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll fuck yo' ass up

Yo, I come with that ol' loco style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals
I'm no joker, play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire, smoke ya

Crews be actin' like they gangs, anyway
Be like, "Warriors, come out an' playiyay"
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea

Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers
So I can get fzza funky for yah
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang Rah
Here comes the Tiger verse Crane

Ow, be like wild with my style
Punk, you playin' me, chump, you get dumped
Wu is comin' through, at a theater near you
An' get funk like a shoe, what?