As High as Wu-Tang Get

As we move on, saga unfold
This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical
Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force
Dnn-da-duh-duh-dah, you bitch ass niggaz
Eight Fingers stories none pretty
Just like black shoe fit
Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts
(Come on in, come on, come on, come on in)

You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President
Don't ever roam, in the naked city

(Come on, come on, come on in)
Too many dope niggaz I see starvin'

Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
Allah allow us pop this shit
Allah allow us pop this shit

Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here
As high as Wu-Tang get
Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly
To analytical analogy, insurance policies why
Bomb 'em wit' the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin' be critical

Prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up
Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
As high as Wu-Tang get
Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics five nights
Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
A fugitive bass playin' rap czar
You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
Make it brief son, half short and twice strong
MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold

(Come on in)
Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes
No doubt, it took time searchin', eventually
Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven grams of green
The ways these rhymes keep comin', at cha splash ya
Allah allow us pop this shit
As high as Wu-Tang get
Yo, INS another code red, danger, break out the vest
If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it

An MC too good to be touched, John John

Caught up in a cliffhanger

Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it
What the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty
Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin'
Just like black shoe fit
When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me
Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn dnn dah

Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
Dis next drink is a toast to your memory
Peace to Tang, gettin' high on your physical
Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff
Just like black shoe fit
Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights

It was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant
Said he know that sounds define the note
RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source
Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
Then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans

Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar