Soul Power (Black Jungle)

(album: Iron Flag - 2001)

[Flava Flav, (Raekwon):]
Two thousand and two! (Looking like a tennis player)
Representin the Wu! (You gangsta nigga?)
Two thousand and two! (You? You isn't!)
Representing the motherfucking Wu! (Stand for it right now)
Two thousand and two!
You know how we do!
For you and your crew!
Representing the motherfucking Wu!

[Raekwon:]
Aiyyo catch me coolin in Aruba, one sneaker on
Looking raw beautiful, a blue Ruger, who you looking at?
600 whale, steel color, Brazil love us
Y'all niggas is fake—all y'all do is steal from us
Remember this line, I'm that nigga word to my mother
Slap one of y'all fake ass niggas
Reefer from Egypt daddy we rock magnums
All big niggas heavy on the wrist play diss niggas
Ghost story blow 'em, RZA throw the fork through 'em
Me, Wonder Woman cousin, jewelried out, talk to him
Hammers that bust endlessness, cover terrorism what?
Slide in the 7, measure the whips

[Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav):]
It's soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representing Wu!)
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representing Wu!)

[Masta Killa:]
I'm a dollar and a dream from seeing a brick
In grimy hallways, slinging nicks and treys
When it's on then it's on and poppin, shots licking
I'm spitting this shit for the hood, Glock clicking
Tension in the street, we stressed, still wanna eat
I walk through the valley of death, the hotstepper
Holding red pepper, everybody on reach
I need a beat to expand, the mind guide the hand
Pen stroke, excellent quotes of literature
Nights over Egypt, black as Arabia
Gundeliro self I savior, I need the (uh)

[Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav):]
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representing Wu!)
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representing Wu!)

[Ghostface Killah:]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, I got the whip smelling like lemon
Roger Clemens jerseys the man blew seven cold coolies in the Worthy and
I crush those rappers, keep the toast near the rad-iator
We like our guns warm, it's easier to make the papers
Stayed off, the cape came off, Ghost G'd off
The track's like doing six months and I'mma beat off
At the airport attention always flow in my direction like
You let the best then sparkle his perfection and
Bitches be asking them, Ghost you got so much shit
You need to cash in, bracelets matchin 'em

[U-God:]
Line Cadillacs to blocks, Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx
Jukebox records, flatfooted cops
Get automatic systematic jumpin in your socks
Mama's apple pie in the park hopscotch
Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang superb
In the sprinklers girls double-dutchin on the curb
Sinatra, the pop the Jackson 5 recordings
Uptown Saturday, "Cotton Came to Harlem"
Ringmaster circus was, Bailey and Barnum
Crack a Coca-Cola, summer heat was my boredom
Dr. J before Jordan, Al Green on the organ
When Rerun did the dance, the whole world saw him
The blackout fears, Foxxy Brown, Pam Grier
Ford motor gear, your life and times queer
"Smokey the Bear", Burt Reynolds gray hair
Throw 'em some gems, throw up your fists and say yeah, it's

[Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav):]
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representing Wu!)
Soul power! (You know how we do!)
Soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representing Wu!)

[Flavor Flav (Method Man):]
— I'm the nigga that got you talkin bout "Fight the Power"
(— Aiyyo, Flav)
— Whassup, Meth?
(— What you know about niggas from Long Island right?)
— Huh?
(— True Long Island right?)
— All my life!
(— All your life, right?)
— All my life!
(— Westbury)
— Word up, Freeport, Long Island, Roosevelt, Long Island. And, and, an-an-and went through Westbury too! You from Westbury?
(— Nah, I got family in Westbury, New Castle Park and them)
— Oh, stop joking, I ain't know that! You from Hempstead? Yo, man, my family from Hempstead! The Heights, man!
(— Yeah, and I live)
— Word up, come on, man
(— 'Race Avenue)
— Oh, what?
(— 'Race Avenue, Hundred Terrace Avenue)
— Stop joking, the El Dorados, nigga what? I got family up in El Dorados right now, nigga, word! That's where I'm from, that's my block! That's my block right there! Aiyyo, ha-ha. That's right y'all, that's right, it's all good. Me and Method Man from the motherfucking hood! So get it from the Bricks to the fucking wood!
(— Yeah, niggas!)
— Knowhatimean? Word up to the bird up. They caught the bird, made him soup, now I sip from out my cup, nigga, ha-ha-ha. Oh, yo, man, you just hit me in the head with a brick for real. You got me bleeding from the side of the head, Meth
(— You're a beautiful fucking person)
— Yo, Meth... Yo, Meth... Yo, check one-two. Without me having my finger in the plug. I'm getting shocked anyway, ha-ha-ha

["Flag of Iron" sample:]
"Since you're all so skilled let's fight your way—Shaolin style. Come on!"