Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album:  Wu-Tang Forever
Song:   Impossible

[Rza]
Yo, check check it
(You can never defeat)
Yo, check the method 
Of this shit right here one time
(The gods)
Sparking your braincells to the upmost
(Impossible)
Unlimited epidemics being spreaded
(You can never defeat)
You know, we trying to add on for y'all niggas
(The gods)
Yo, yo, fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
Women walk around celevant, living irrelivent
The most benelovent king, communicating through your dreams
Mental pictures been painted, a lots heard and seen
Everywhere, throughout your surrounding atmosphere
Tribosphere, thermosphere, stratosphere
Can you imaging from one single idea, everything appeared here
Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants
Eighty-five percent sinister pending with the recipients
Stapletons been stamped at the concentration camp
At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp
Electric mic crows, all body clothes
Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips
Stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated
Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated
Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration
Test and poison the prison population
My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satin
Some claim that it was Regan, so I come to slay men
Like Bartholemeuw, cause every particle is physical article
Was diabolical to the lab visible molecule
I space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron
Blasting photon bombs from the arm the Arbitron

[Inspectah Deck]
United Nations, gun byast style patient
Formulating rap plural acapella occupation
Conquer land like Napolean, military bomb fest
We want sanitary food, planitary conquest
Thug people on some hard cold body shit
Get your shit together for the fucking Luminati hit
Dreams of free in escaping sleep
For a fool peep jewels, keeping tools for tough time
The rule of rought mind, elevate, stay behind
The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate
The whole Babylon, times up, move on
Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes
Are post through the gate, gates closed
Things get froze, when it comes time
Chosen ones were holding guns
We take flight with no fright and attack
Never fear cause our words is clear
What's been done can't be undone son
We can't care, cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get flow, by the rightous ones
Devine minds bind, we unified as one
Half a black, but we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit
Our everlasting answers stay flying over Egypt

[Tekitha]
No you can't defeat, the gods
Impossible, you can never
Defeat, a god
Impossible
For you can't defeat
The gods

[Ghostface Killah]
Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot
Word to Kimmy, don't go son, nigga you my mother fucking heart
Stay still son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young god needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One seven one eight, 911 low battery
Damn, blood coming out his mouth, he bleeding badly
Nah Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we getting fucked up
When we was eight, we went to bat day to see the Yanks
In sixty nine, his father in minds, they rob banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the god holding his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here comes his old earth
With no shoes on, screaming, holding her breasts, with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip searched the god and gave him back his coke
Bitches yelling, Benny Mann swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, dirty darts are telling
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my Heaven now we share
Layed on the stretcher, blood on his wallies like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from you, who, to these
Second grade humping teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten

[Raekwon]
Now what my man is trying to tell y'all
Is that across the whole globe
The murder rates is increasing, and we decreasing
(You can never)
So at the same time, when you play with guns
When you play with guns son
(Can never defeat the gods)
That causes the conflict of you going against your own
You hear me, so lets pay attention
Straight up and down, cause this is only a story
From the real