Continous Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin? Wu-Tang Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here On that AIDS thing YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick Yo, yo And get this done One: Killah Priest When you're sexually frustrated, plus waiting for a long time You both had strong minds Combined with feelings, she seems appealing For each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothers Smothered under deep covers Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams Enough to make you hold hands And plus you a bold man You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow And bullshit ego, of fly negro Whole garden sour, polluted with a dead flower Months later, he's layin on a respirator Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving And start losing sight in his right eye In weeks he might die Two: Raekwon Yeah, uh-huh I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier Part-time shooter sharing needles in the stairs Wise guys disguised as a fly guy You gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye Youse a menace, your brain cells finished Begging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillis You know what you was gettin into Try to guess on what I've been through Fuck shorty raw then she scared you Raekwon AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from the Wu, it's real AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from my crew, it's real Three: RZA My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck Everything exotic bitches down to ugly ducks Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles So he put popsicles on her nipples to make her sex passion Triple quadriple, until she bust Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him But nigga he forsake to grab the condom Fuck it, he said AIDS, was government made To keep niggaz afraid so they won't get laid no babies be made And the black population will decrease within a decade German warfare product against the dark shade AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from my crew, it's real AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo Coming from the Wu, it's real Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck Caught by the gravitation earth rotation Six in the sex is deep, when you can't see clear Through the sheer brassiere, toke back Smoking a spliff, sippin cognac, God You know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks Got her fat ass layin flat on her back Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige Alehze pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye What's Going On? As she screams Sexual Healing Couldn't fight the feeling her legs hit the ceiling Hittin all positions dipped in for quick love She's professional she does this shit in strip clubs Flied in June until she Acquired Immune Deficiency Now misery is the Syndrome Raekwon and others Oh shit, God that's wild Damn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kid For real, knowhatI'msayin? What about the exotic type Caskets is waitin for brothers Word up slide on the joints baby Before you go to sex take protection Word up AIDS kills, word up respect this America Is Dying Slowly Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here I ain't even playing that man, for real Dig it Respect how I'm living kid Here forever, word up Lubricated joints, ribbed joints is bangin But they still playing the hotel door man Word, you know how that be though, you know how that be Yo, just gettin to be too old Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher Over there Yeah America Is Dying Slowly Surely America Is Dying Slowly America Is Dying Slowly Remember that! Syndrome, be the resident America Is Dying Slowly Wu-Tang, Syndrome, be the resident Noodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killer Priest Rolly Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, Maximillion Prodigal Sons, Anthony Starks, Hellrazor Prodigal Son, and in the place, Sixty Second Sunz of Man, Gambinos, forever... Keep it safe! Ol Dirt Schultz, word up baby Protect yourself! Keep it safe