Ye have all been Warned (Remastered)

[Intro] [Sung] Hark! Wu-Tang Clan doth warn thee, Ye have all been warned! Ye either steppeth up, or stepped upon be. Wu-Tang! Knave, 'Tis what stands. Wu-Tang! Knave, 'Tis what stands. Wu-Tang! Knave, disperse thy rabble! I mock thee! Thou base-born rogue, pass through, clout a wench or two. Hear me roar: leathered boot, tobacco galore, Bards with gusto thou hast never seen before. Virginia leaf—pass the pipe thou puffeth too slow! [Verse 1] 'Tis what stands! Hark the knave with the buck-toothed flow. Hark! ’Tis Sir Meth, the Southpaw. I hurl my left hand, To that villainous verse that doth make even arquebus jam! Zounds! Trust me, naught compareth to rookery craft. I do love my hounds, But naught compareth to a fine wench. Strictly: if I goeth down, she cometh with me, Hey nonny no! The whole time crying "Alas, my Lord!" ’Tis no mystery. Hey nonny nonny no! [Chorus] Hark! Wu-Tang Clan doth warn thee, Ye have all been warned! Ye either steppeth up, or stepped upon be. Mark me if I speak false—a coward's bravado fadeth fast. Fain would I see thy foppish self slain. Hold forth thy rapier, thou knave! I hath thee! [Verse 2] Dispatch this knave! Put a bolt through his face posthaste. I heard thou hast forgot Wu! Wear thy crown, black doublet, watch the Ward too. Brandish at ye knaves, brandish at the Watch too! God's teeth! My purse remaineth fortified. We thunder forth on armoured coursers. Deepest violet leathers, resplendent and comely. Brutish deeds, a monstrous base-born stock, a history most grim. Thou art owling goods by moonlight, ye yapping jesters, Whilst we remain most genuine here. By blood and fire shall ye know the Wu-Tang hath arrived. Most foully besotted, pipe-struck when I drew upon it. Pipe-knaves ken the pleasure of drawing upon clay! I tell ye: by herb and by honor, avenge the righteous. Squire of Shaolin, nine outlawed brigands. See me draw steel in the Ward for our birthright, Fine woolens upon me, bright hosen, leisurely appointed. [Bridge] We have returned to rattle the foundations of thy years. Thou knowest not the peril of the path upon which thou dost tread. Prithee, heed these words of counsel, lest thou end up dead! [Chorus] Hark! Wu-Tang Clan doth warn thee, Ye have all been warned! Ye either steppeth up, or stepped upon be. Hey nonny hey— Mark me if I speak false—a coward's bravado fadeth fast. Fain would I see thy foppish self slain. Hey nonny hey! [Outro] Hold forth thy rapier, knave. I hath thee! Hey-a, hey-a! Zounds, knave! I think they play our song. Hey-a, hey-a! Lit torches, Clan in the front, crying "The battle is joined!" Hey-a, hey-a, hey-a, hey! [Epilogue] [Spoken] Let mine heir come forth into the world. I mind not dying. It is well.