After the Smoke is Clear - Ghostface Killah ft. The Delfonics, RZA, Raekwon

After the smoke is done
(Yo! Yeah)
Wu-Tang, you'll find, is number one
(Yeah, what, what, who wanna do it? What, what?!)
After the smoke is done
(Slap fire out y'all monkey ass niggas)
Wu-Tang/Delfonics number one
(Word up, big dick in the motherfuckin' house
Word up, we gon' bench press these cats, yo)

Yo, God, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty
Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back for five birdies
Yo, they got a hit placed on my head, what should the god do?
Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews?
Never that, don't never look at me out of sync
The imperial industrial king got wicked
Who give a fuck, like the poor problem, we watch Hart to Hart
They used to push me in shopping carts, now I'm writin' darts
Like Ebenezer, the porno teaser
Saying words like Sheeba, Texaco rapper, valet the Visa
My team got rides like Six Flags, plus two Wu labs
Cameras in nine bedrooms, we all dazzed
Don't touch this cracklin' hot shit
I'll snap your 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
Devils love it, booby-trap raps cover the track like ADAT
Sharper than cuts laced on "Marley Scratch"
Supreme clientele, my cartel
Willie Stargell passed, this shit is peace, where's the Nobel?
Oh well – signin' off, as usual
The arsonist, leavin' niggas lost in the stairwell

Wu-Tang/Delfonics, number one (Yeah! Yo... yo!)
Represent my projects, Stapleton
After the smoke is done
He represent that project, Park Hill
Wu-Tang, you'll find is, number one
You represent that project Murder West Brighton, Now Born
Harbor, aim your tool at will! Word up
After the smoke is clear (Yeah, what! Stapleton!)
Delfonics and Wu-Tang still here (Park Hill! Word up! Yeah! yeah! New York!)

The greatest story ever told by me, precisely
Roman numeral IV, plus three, describes me
My son move like the Toad, get drunk, speak in codes
Throw a fiend in the sleeperhold, got beef with the globe
Meth my comrade, go half on this lab down in Baghdad
Flip it like a mess tab, get money like an Arab
The type niggas snap, six legs on the crab
Now, hush – you wanna do what? My clique better bust

Underprivileged, grew up in the Stapleton House Village
Where blood flood the waters of streets, like oil spillage
(Wu-Tang, Delfonics number one)
Before dog was growin' at the dusthead spot at 55 Bowen –
Niggas was still flowing, voice was echoing
I rise high like an octave
The Procter wouldn't Gamble to Sample the Doctor
My ninjas run wild like Shaka Zulu, some play peace like Ganj the guru
Others live to be wise and old, like Desmond Tutu
Undisputed champion girl holders, shape-and-mold'ers
Soul controller of the lunar, solar, and the polar
I blow hash smoke through my nasal, my appraise worth 30 million
Wu-Tang third battalion rush like Hannibal raiding Sicilians

After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang, you'll find, is number one
After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang, you'll find, is number one
After the smoke is clear
Delfonics and Wu-Tang still here
After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang/Delfonics, number one

Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, Wuuuuuu)