God damn man these radio station be buggin'   Man it's three o'clock in the mornin, damn   This hip-hop shit just keep   Damn we got to slow this shit down man, you know what I mean?      Fiends were never waiting in the hill   They ran one step ahead   But the jiggy was always there      Upon the project pavement   There was death, enslavement of the mind   Single mothers are filled with stress      As I lay there with my baby   We would look, from the window and cry   Then suddenly in the sky      Between the new world ages   We were blessed and Wu-Tang fills the ear   With the melody of a train   (Lord is suddenly here)      False MCs are melting   In the dark, all the weak LP's   Are going down   God released the tape out, early May      And I don't think the world can take it   'Cause it took so long to make it   And the hip-hop game'll never be the same      Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang      Upon the project pavement   There was death, enslavement of the mind   Single mothers are filled with stress      Between the new world ages   We were blessed and Wu-Tang fills the air   With the knowledge that God posses      As I lay there with my baby   We would look, from the window, and cry   Then the Wu-Tang sign appears, in the sky      Billboards started melting   In the dark, all the weak MCs   Are going down   God released the tape of, Earthly pain      And I don't think the world can take it   'Cause it took so long to make it   And the hip-hop game'll never be the same      And I don't think the world can take it   'Cause it took so long to make it   And the hip-hop game'll never be the same      Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang   Wu-Tang