Second Coming

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