Wu-Tang Clan - Pioneer The Frontier lyrics

Enter the Wu Tang zone
Enter the Wu Tang zone
Enter the Wu Tang zone
Enter the Wu Tang zone

We don't hunt deer
Vegetarian dishes from the concierge
Presidential suites, presidential treats
Brazilian models, oilin' up my feet
10 days a month, my girl pays for lunch
3 days a week, we work out at Crunch
Time after time, line after line
Our stock increases, rhyme after rhyme
In the valley, of San Fernando
Found Q Tip's wallet in El Segundo
Prolly been spotted on Telemundo
With more wild cards than a box of Uno
That spin like propeller
My dog like Old Yeller
Holler at the moon, my goons at Coachella

Enter the Wu Tang zone
Enter the Wu Tang zone
Enter the Wu Tang zone
Enter the Wu Tang zone

I got my hands in the pot
500 grand in the yacht
I'm the dope man with plans
To expand on every block
Wu-brand, legendary hands
Hard as penitentiary rock
Now put that to your temple
The Wu symbol's 'bout to drop
Insert the beam on my Glock
Got that lean in my bottle
What that mean? High self esteem
Straight cream on the top
Ridin' chops similar to UFC kickbox
Kick rocks dirty trucker pit stops, shit
Grams in a Ziploc
Watch how the pitbull lock his jaws
Then lock your doors feds watch the boards
Hip hop spills out my pores
I be raw, for fourscore plus 7 more
The Clan rock the tours
We be them reservoir dogs

Pioneer the frontier pioneer the frontier
Pioneer the frontier pioneer the frontier

Guaranteed I bang hard
I plan to leave the game large, no brainwash
The devil himself could not persuade God
My blade's sharp
Circle my square, I dare you Braveheart
Before I leave your head in
Your hands, what's your name, huh?
My lines get in your cells like 7 Ls
Any problem
I address you like I'm sendin' you mail
Let me do well
They'd rather see me dead or in jail
But let it be my life story
If they ever do tell
Know I died for what I live
An intimate connection for
That infinite reflection
That's my wife and my kids
There's a price on my lid
So now my stock's high and shots fired
My niggas who was tight with the kid
I'm hot as Hell's Kitchen with the oven on
Deck bomb
Teflon the rappers nothin' to a don
If I'm frontin' then respond if not
Throw up your arms
It's the Killer Bee swarm and your set
The fuck is y'all?

You entering the 36, mastering the 18
Sliding across chamber sixth
Hands down that'll crush bricks
Backs that’ll break bats
This is what y'all wanted back
Classic Wu RZA track with
Mathematic actual facts that weigh heavy
The universal striking attack
Dance the drunken medley, long axe blade
Machete the shadow stepping ninja

Pioneer the frontier pioneer the frontier
Pioneer the frontier pioneer the frontier