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After The Smoke Is Clear

This song is by Ghostface Killah, features The Delfonics, Raekwon and RZA and appears on the album Ironman (1996).

(After the smoke is done) Yo
Yeah (Tang-o-Phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what
(Number one)
Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas
(After the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house
Whaddup, bench press these cats
(Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yo

(Ghostface Killah)
Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down and dirty
Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back, Five-thirty
Yo they gotta hit placed on my head, what should the God do?
Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews
Never that, them never look angry out of synch
The imperial, industrial king got weight
Don't give a fuck like the poor part, we watch 'Heart To Heart'
They used to push me in shuffle cards
Now I'm writing books like Ebeneezer
The porno teaser saying words like Sheba
Educated rapper fouling the teaser
My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab
Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags
Don't touch this crackling hot shit
I snap ya shoulder blade in half, laugh, and pop shit
Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard
Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it
But devils love it movie trap raps cover the tracks
Like Ajax sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched
Supreme clientèle, my cartel
Willie Star passed, shit his piece, where's the Nobel?
Oh well, signing off as usual,
The arsonist, leaving niggas lost in the stairwell

Break: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()

(Wu-Tang-Delphonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo
Represent my projects Stapelton (after the smoke is done)
He represent that project Park Hill (Wu-Tang-Delphonics number one)
You represent that project Murder West Brighton Now Born
Arm banging into that will (ah)
Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapleton
(Delphonics 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 describe me
My son move like the toad get drunk speak in codes
Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold got beef with the cold
Met my comrade go half on this lamp down in Baghdad
Flipping like a mex tab get money like an Arab
The type niggas snapped six legs on the crab
Now, hush, who wanna do what, my click better bust

Grew up in a Stapleton house village,
Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spillage
When the water was flowing (Wu-Tang-Delphonics number one)
I spot a fifty-five borough
A nigga was still flowing voice was echoing
I rise high like an Opera's, Procter wouldn't Gamble
The sample, it shocked her
My ninjas run wilder than Shaka Zulu, some play peace like Donny the Guru
Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Dutcher
Undisputed champion, bell holders, shape and mould us
Soul Controller of the moon, I, solar and polar
I blow half smoke through my nasal bust my ways with thirty words
Wu-Tang wasn't for children like cannibals raiding Sicilians

Outro: The Delphonics

After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
After the smoke is clear
Tang-o-Phonics and Wu-Tang still here
After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
Ah (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)

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