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In the words of the ancients,
one should make his decisions within the space of seven breaths. It is a matter of being determined and having the spirit to break right through to the other side |
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| 2. |
| 5:05 |
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*Strange eyes keep on watching me
I see those strange eyes keep on watching me Strange eyes keep on watching me I see those strange eyes keep on watching me [Blue Raspberry] **(Strange eyes...) If things don't go we can work it out When problems occur we can talk it out Niggas all round up for another fight They round up tight trying to get that money right I'll be happy when I see the stress is gone But the devils won't let 'em learn right from wrong When I wake up, get up and get it straight If I don't do it now, it might be too late **Repeat *Repeat [12 O'Clock] You right, see? What's up, nigga? Let's go steal a coup and practice kung fu on the roof next to the pigeon coup and keep the stack like the big boy Cadillac Fourty eight tracks, got my voice on the DAT Samurai style for them niggas actin wild and them jealous motherfuckers throwing boo's in my crowd Steve Rifkin feel 'em proud, Wu made it loud Now them nine can't relax, Killarm' throw swords on tracks Unite my Kingdom, Family Royal When Brooklyn Zu saw you, it's a Sunz of Man jam Allah, be the black man, '97 banned Prob'ly million fans, niggas own this land *Repeat [60 Second Assassin, (Blue Raspberry)] My niggas if you're uptight, time to get this money right (My niggas if you're uptight, time to get this money right) We run the million dollar scams with this bird in our hands (We run the million dollar scams with the bird in our hands) Grab save your sword from self and I swings my for delf (Grab your sword from self and I swings my for delf) Grab save your sword from self and I swings my for delf (Grab your sword from self and I swing my for delf) [Prodigal Sunn] Yo, I'm never lonely in the battlefield The apple they kill, official blood spill From Bed-Stuy, East New York, the face of Brownsville This sound is real, I astound, reveal I peal a 7 mil', addicted to dope, coke and crills On the street corner, they sleep on us, we keep burners See them lame guys with strange eyes? It don't concern us Bloods and Crips, automatic slugs to whip We quit the drug shit, now we on some music and shit Living this ghetto dream, settle mellow out with CREAM My thousand man team, samurai king, keeping our thoughts clean Keeping our thoughts clean, turn off your high beams *Repeat **Repeat |
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| 3. |
| 4:44 |
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[Blue Raspberry "ohh"ing in the background through the whole song,
except during the verses] [Intro/Outro: Forest Whitaker] The way of the samurai is found in death Meditation of inevitable death should be performed daily Every day, when one's body and mind are at peace He should meditate up on being up to blocked by arrows, rifles, spears and swords Being carried away by surging waves Being thrown in to the midst of a great fire Being struck by a lightning, and shaken to death by a great earthquake Falling from thousand foot cliffs, dying of a disease Commiting seppiku at the death of one's master In everyday when one fails, one should consider himself as dead This is a substance of the way of a samurai [Christ Bearer] Nigga I don't wanna talk I own one, ghost gun, briefcase in this equilibrium It's the killa on your block, melodic flux War flock, of perfected, dead it, bloods chop it up And the birds of a feather, fly together Intellaced moving mo' murder messages of me and Leatha Face I'm your retainer, your perfect stranger 36th Chamber, Wu-Tang banga I hit the dust and bust a straight no braina Heavyweight gaina, and a lone blown ranger Welcome to the world I rock Doing what in the cut, while niggas know not Grand theft, awaited with baited breath Hear witnesses fear just as clear as death In the twinklin of an eye, in the ways of the samurai It's do or die, for the devil's pie Now I'm phat broad down, received from mo' high So beautiful it make you wanna cry, cry, cry Power Equality, Ghost Dog For Christ Bearer, Killa Bees, west coast God [RZA] *Yo, Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho [4x] Yo, Black will you kill kill for sho, sho Yo, D will you kill kill for shoe, sho Yo, Mink will you kill kill for sho, sho Yo, Christ will you kill kill for sho, sho [Minky, (RZA)] Ah, designed to cause disaster, the mic blaster Cause atoms to transfer, with immediate report for you bastards I make minds stagger, with this North Star golden dagger I self Lord and master, represented in this chapter For you phony wild actors, I crack ya for tryin to distract us, in the west transportin flows of energy in your chest Over deep bass tones, in the flesh Odd bones are rock clones Repentance in the devil home cuz he divided the whole globe Transform souls, told lies, we wrote scrolls Now it's on, it's bid war 360 degrees that form the negative swarm Born mentally and physically from the essence Where North Star be flexin, questin, addressing All minds that's hectic, no place to be North Star trilogy, west coast Killa Bee (Killa Who?) Killa Bee, (Killa Who?) Killa Bee Killa Bee, (Killa Who?) Killa Bee *Repeat For shoe shoe, for shoe, for sho, sho Killa Bees will kill kill for sho, sho Ghost Dog will kill kill for sho, sho Wu-Tang will kill kill for sho, sho West coast will kill kill for sho, sho Blood niggas will kill kill for sho, sho Crip niggas will kill kill for sho, sho Black man will kill kill for sho, sho White man will kill kill for sho, sho G-O-D will smash you for sho, sho G-O-D will smash you for sho, sho For sho, sho (For sho, sho) [Intro/Outro] |
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| 4. |
| 3:06 |
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Yo, yo West Coast, nigga Crip, nigga Better check the zip code, nigga 9-0-8-0-5, for shoe yo, check the zip code Yo, check the zip code, 9-0-8-0-5 West side is my hood, fix yo' hood, nigga What? What? What? What? Black Knights, the moder-en day N.W.A. Cali's finest gangster rap rhyme writers these streets ever raised Renegades, bustin off guns, definately If I gotta go out, you're comin with me, like 50/50 Split decision, Doc. Doom, the rugged rhyme physician Talk rude, bubble-goose, straight outta Hell's kitchen Verbal hitman, Bobby Steels' ditch-diggin henchman Monkey wrench men, I stay up in the war trenches of L.A., put a hole through yo' eniche Hey Mr. D.J., the Knights is here so let the beats play We rhyme for eons, way beyond your small flow You dynamite niggas'll rhyme, our click is all pro Divide the code of honor, kill or be killed at any time Mathematically enclined, walk, talk with my mind I pack metal, black gats, stainless steel swords for war Black Knights attack, crash your coast, waves by shore Young hitman, body ? until we master samurai style Chop your neck, some niggas funny style Check my war file, from Compton to Staten Isle I left my trademark, Ghost Dog after the gun bark Here's a book to read, like weed'll leave your brain sparked Plant seeds, caught three to seam, got dark The final shootout, live by the code, die by the code Empty on your half ass niggas and then I reload *Killah Cali, the home of the Crips and Bloods Pimps and thugs, relax or you get hit with slugs Dent your mug, my niggas ain't showin no love Give 'em a double dose of that shit to leave 'em comatosed No jokes, we smoke for comin with the rumble coats Hitman, bullets rippin through flesh, flesh Supreme penetration, enter your back, exit your chest One marinate, cardi-inch roast, trapped in your neck In this war zone, seven get throne, six connect Discipli' incest, scorpion sting, kiss of death In this genevese, clappin enemies, clearin facilities You want drama? We can draw blood, I do the honor Street novelist, pure dominence, you know the motto bitch Knights is nothin luckin in the game so fuck bluffin Cause mass destruction, leave bodies floatin in the Hudson For the CREAM I'm lustin, the better thing the cheddar brings From the get-go, we have this shit sewed, so check the zip code (9-0-8-0-5) where cats get flipped on majorly, fuck cagerly Thug life style, so bust this mic down We might joust, Black Knight style, so what's this life now? (Yo) *Repeat (x2) Killah Cali, the home of the Crips and Bloods Pimps and thugs, relax or you get hit with slugs Dent your mug, my niggas ain't showin no love From North Long Beach nigga to the C, ya hood West Coast Black Knights Check the zip code nigga, 9-0-8-0-5 Yeah, yeah It's real here nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Black Knights, nigga West Coast, nigga East Coast, nigga South Side, nigga North Side, nigga Let's ride, nigga Yeah... |
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| 5. |
| 0:18 |
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There is something to be learned from a rainstorm.
When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. By doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed though you will till get the same soaking. This understanding extends to all |
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| 6. |
| 5:00 |
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Yeah
Shake your funky ass, bitch Yaknowmean... Yo Yo we divide cakes to rise the stakes Me and my apes die for papes Bust heat and hide from jake Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world Back yourself against the wall, gun brawl Kid, I end it for all ya'll (Shake that cake bitch) Son'll stop the dough from flowin Spotless rock glowin, shots are blowin Pop the c-lock, rollin waistline and glock is showin We keep it thugged out, who not knowin get your knot blown in Yo yo Bob Digital and Kool G Rap, we set the booby trap African wiz wit the gat inside her dooby wrap Derelict rhyme crabs, you rappin for a Scooby Snack Foul-tongued bitch, you bound to lick my doody crack Verbal pellets spray, tec sound makes my amex Every slap on my snare drum son could break necks You get yanked up and spanked up, your face shanked up Who the FUCK raise your rank up? I blow your tank up, pop the lock on a cop handcuff Puff a dutch of dust, bust the jump' up and snuff out the judge Fuck a cell block, black top capsule, the mailbox It's heavy-bone birds stash glock in the nailshop One the strip, took a sip, twist the L top The God jewels son sound like a third rail shock The gold crossbone, doorag, universal flag Blast at the turbo charge and purple herbal drag Known for the W, carry a double-two in the shoe Iron snub rubber noose in the bubble goose Bullets soaked in oil, hot heat will flame broil Wu-Tang slang I bang makes your brain coil Shaolin gods we known to stack cakes Desert Queen projects son, they bake cakes Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes Cold Medina sons, they known to take cakes Yo, we have the Wu-Tang, we let two's bang That's how we do thangs, that's how we move thangs Shoes paid wit two in the brain Keep the ice blue in the Range Me and The RZ' quick wit two of them dames Got my dick blew in the Range My nigga keep it true to the game It ain't no tellin what I do to you lames If my mood change, choose to aim Do you and your dudes the same Go against grain and lose a fame Who claim life in the thug lane but life is real Lead come out of pipes of steel Rob, kill, or heist for mills Spill as I let out and slice your grill Nigga don't think twice to peel Just open shop and dice to grill Send the six out, bust crib route To the brickhouse, steppin on new terrain, bring the click out The streets don't wanna see you read, let a clip out These niggas slip out, make they blood drip out Yo we divide the cakes to rise the stakes Me and my apes die for papes Bust heat and hide from jake Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world Back is up against the wall, gun brawl Kid, I end it for all ya'll The flood'll stop the dough from flowin Spotless rock glowin, shots I'm blowin Pop the c-lock, rollin waistline, the glock is showin e keep it thugged out, who not knowin get your knot blown in We said Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes Cold Medina sons, you known to take cakes Desert Queen project wizes, they bake cakes Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes Cold Medina sons is known to take cakes Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes Shaolin gods is known to stack cakes Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes Cold Medina son is bound to take cakes |
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| 7. |
| 0:18 |
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It's time, it's time to come again
Summer time and spring time long gone again Anything test, anything gone drop Tellin me Blood muffy run, blood muff gone fi run If a sound test I tell 'em rude boy come Bout them 9 millimeter in the nineteen top And don't test me, now Don't try me, now, now, now, stallion stallion Ain't lettin anyone done come test me, now, now, now, now, now, now Stallion, stallion, stallion Ain't seein them let done come, tellin 'me murdered dim him him him Nuna-nuna-him-him man a run dim dim dim dim Knew dem know that me no take back no truck Come my glock bark me .4-5, licka licka shot Tell another sound boy this, I must pop a shot In them tears, him back, tell him must fall back Tell em tell em tell em, round go away Round go way, tell 'em don' come and test, tell 'em don' come and test Me another champion, means another champion Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Suga Bang Bang tell 'em homey run on the spot And the cop wan me merk me and me nah licka shot Stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion They don't know me Body bag cannot try him Know me, know me, know me, stallion no forgot Nineteen ninety nine, boy me radiant love Tellin em cock back the big ten dem call to us And we even fuck de pussy hole, the wrong come test Hear me no hear me, hear me And them don't see me, see me Say why them try me, try me And no ready to hear me, hear me Pay attention, but with premonition So tell em a champion, why me nah run? Don't don't try try to test a champion champion If you not ready ready ready ready ready Stallion stallion stallion stallion, eh? eh? eh? eh? eh? eh?, sound boy Wu-Tang come again come again come again Do you want to come test a champion And he not ready ready ready ready no 8 or 9:30, in a Sunday morning I'm been smokin since my grandpa, grandpa, grandpa He say Ill little youth man, don't move too fast, too fast, too fast Cuz this crazy crazy world, that you livin in They don't understand, no they don't understand Son me live a little kid, tellin me a reality And say some come as GTT, and some come of them 5% And some of them come fight me, lyricists are easy And some of them come fight, but me nasty Come test test tellin em jockey And tellin me right 'pon the ease, is it easy And some of them don't know me me me me Me do well steady, and me world for the love but they want come fi test And they don't ready ready ready ready Feel this |
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| 8. |
| 5:19 |
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It's time, it's time to come again
Summer time and spring time long gone again Anything test, anything gone drop Tellin me "Blood muffy run, blood muff gone fi run" If a sound test I tell 'em rude boy come Bout them 9 millimeter in the nineteen top And don't test me, now Don't try me, now, now, now, stallion stallion Ain't lettin anyone done come test me, now, now, now, now, now, now Stallion, stallion, stallion Ain't seein them let done come, tellin 'me murdered dim him him him Nuna-nuna-him-him man a run dim dim dim dim Knew dem know that me no take back no truck Come my glock bark me .4-5, licka licka shot Tell another sound boy this, I must pop a shot In them tears, him back, tell him must fall back Tell em tell em tell em, round go away Round go way, tell 'em don' come and test, tell 'em don' come and test Me another champion, means another champion Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Suga Bang Bang tell 'em homey run on the spot And the cop wan me merk me and me nah licka shot Stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion They don't know me Body bag cannot try him Know me, know me, know me, stallion no forgot Nineteen ninety nine, boy me radiant love Tellin em cock back the big ten dem call to us And we even fuck de pussy hole, the wrong come test Hear me no hear me, hear me And them don't see me, see me Say why them try me, try me And no ready to hear me, hear me Pay attention, but with premonition So tell em a champion, why me nah run? Don't don't try try to test a champion champion If you not ready ready ready ready ready Stallion stallion stallion stallion, eh? eh? eh? eh? eh? eh?, sound boy Wu-Tang come again come again come again Do you want to come test a champion And he not ready ready ready ready no 8 or 9:30, in a Sunday morning I'm been smokin since my grandpa, grandpa, grandpa He say "Ill little youth man, don't move too fast, too fast, too fast" Cuz this crazy crazy world, that you livin in They don't understand, no they don't understand Son me live a little kid, tellin me a reality And say some come as GTT, and some come of them 5% And some of them come fight me, lyricists are easy And some of them come fight, but me nasty Come test test tellin em jockey And tellin me right 'pon the ease, is it easy And some of them don't know me me me me Me do well steady, and me world for the love but they want come fi test And they don't ready ready ready ready Feel this |
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| 9. |
| 5:17 |
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[Intro: Ghostface]
Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio 777 FM, we in God dimension Sponsored by Stark Enterprise Shout out to everybody on Staten Island Don't touch that dial... Ay yo, ay yo, my name's on your roster kid, I mean business Big elevators mean big businesses Sleeves rolled up around five, I, loosen my tie Rough day though the stock was high Plus I'm hungry, move like the boss of the joint I know it don't mean nothing 'cuz I brought the joint But still, realer hits, card dealin' shits Bass lips, murder topics, niggas ain't shit So what, I had a rough day? That's right, and if y'all don't like it then motherfuck, ya'll is Ghost in da house! Make noise if it's C.R.E.A.M. in da house! Aww shit now, fly coffee tables, haircuts dust Money this long, you wish you could roll with us Supersoak us, your bitch chose us Be sure to stay away from friends you can't trust [Tekitha (Ghostface)] It's been so long (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh) Since he had a true friend (That's right, that's right) True friends are sure hard to come by (Uh-huh) But then again His loyalties lie within Always kept his head to the sky And they can't see... no n-n-no-no (Check it..I want all y'all...remember this? Yo...c'mon, c'mon) They can't see him walking through the darkness... no-n-n-no-no (Ooha-ooha! yo, Ooha-ooha! uh-huh, yeah, Ooha-ooha! Ooha-ooha!) They can't see him walking through the darkness [Ghostface] Yo, yo, yo, the new President America Flash money, act funny Party, ride the bubbly Goons and thugs, double hennessey One shot to the nose, double energy I don wallabees, fucking remember me Guess who's back? The W embassy! Even in the dark we electricity, rap celebrities for the longevity Staten and Manhattan, that's all liberty B.E.T, MTV always big on me That I rock coliseums, cop a drop BM Drunk throw his dick out on stage, I gotta see 'im [Then he sung:] Ha! Let's get druuunnnnk! Ha! Let's get drunk and hiiiiiiiIIIIIIGH yeahhhh! [Ghostface (Tekitha)] Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, throw your hands in the air, throw your hands in the air (They can't see him walking through the darkness) Like this y'all, like that y'all... c'mon, yeah (c'mon, no-o-o they can't see him walking through the darkness) Yeah... ma, c'mon boo... yeah that's right... motherfucka (No-o-o, they can't see him walking through the darkness) Yeah... c'mon ma, rock that sick... that's right yo, look at ?? over there C'mon, c'mon we breakin' it down (Ooh no-o, they can't see him walking through, walking through) Uh-huh, these are the best dancers in the house tonight, Ladies and gentlemen give them a round of applause (No, and the earth, they can't explain... on his road to become... become) Uh-huh, that's how I like it, that's right, listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio... It's like that y'all... Staten Island, New York (the chased and get hazed) New York in the house, make some noise! |
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| 10. |
| 4:13 |
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Fuck y'all niggas talkin about?
My flow, right? Everytime I did this shit, you niggas got hype yo Superb's the next nigga, respect for those before me In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics In my demise, some will remember me in spirit And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG And lose my talent to a cultured thug life I'm a man, seein mindstate of balance takes years, fam', like fuck y'all plans See, we feel like stars, shine like stars Fuck stars, fuck y'all, we examples Samples of the hood, thugs from the hood Young bloods in the hood like, they love the hood They love the young bitches, nickel bags and guns In the benches, we see it all off the benches I learned how to sew seein niggas stitches And the pain, don't even ask who 'bout the pain They killed main, I won't maintain By the bus stop, two blocks from the dust spots Somebody busted shots, they said Sam got got Damn, he wildin in the back cab rap That eat swine, fucked his arms and hold nines That's Far Rock for you, my block for you Y'all bitches niggas only live in jail cuz ock know you When I come home, watch how shots blow you Through the upholstery, even through your mom's groceries Little Sam died three months later He got set up in the elevator, his cape was regulated His name faded, he has a son by this bitch he dated Shorty waited for two dead case kid He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them Then one day out of the blue, BAM! He heard shit like last names and cars rarin The Larger Than Life niggas was about to leave here My people stressed out, we seventy dead and starvin Son couldn't walk through my yard past curfew I rose from an era of terror where it was legal to tote guns, get red and bust a nigga head And if pussyhole for dead, left pussyhole for dead What the fuck was his song? Never heard of this till niggas started snitchin I'm still stitchin motherfuckers up I deal with high sciences, supreme refinements Till any wicked germ is destoryed and burned We the Gods without question Prove what I'm manifestin, all show ways and actions Hopeful that, lick your cannon I'm ill when I shoot to peal like Ed O'Bannon In my head is a thought, perm cocked, off safety Shots fired, follow blood trails to the stairwell Faced down, he lay sound, rounds to his crown Shorty hip flock was midtown, big fly holdin him down With the dead-arm, siren sounds Bullets chip brick, precincts followed by the ambulance Respond to the bomb threat I picked up his MC tray through the masters I'm sharper than my carpentry blade The culture carven into mountains The faces of my eight classmates That stomp through the streets of states for Protect Ya Neck tapes Wu-Tang T-shirts and bandanas We snatch mics and snuff niggas who jack the rappin |
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In the words of the ancients, one should make his decisions within the space of seven breaths. It is a matter of being determined and having the spirit to break right through to the other side
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| 12. |
| 1:21 |
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(feat. La the Darkman)
[Intro: Timbo King] Y'all niggas shittin on my sidewalk Curb ya dog You could pay a penalty for that [Timbo King] Yo, sharp swords and rusty knives against dusty nines You stink niggas with musky vibes Battle cry, warrior stance, the black Pearl Harbor Smell of revenge, worms in the air Spit like grandpa from down South Three-sixty roundhouse, I'm throwin planets and stars All I need is two pieces of fish and five loaves of bread Watch me feed five thousand, power the Hill Out of the ville, zip code unlisted Murder last night, the homocide, missed it Blood For Blood, gang turf The way of the samurai sword, we bang first Each your food, test your flesh, lock doors Top dogs with paws obey God's laws Claim your set, light reflects off water My Fam outta state sellin quarters Convicts with court orders Shoot the gift out the barrel Multiple gunshot wounds or poison arrows Moon saw beats pharoah, bloody apparell The streets look safe, but they narrow Modern day Jes' James, rock trains, close range Watches and chains, ear rings, everything Corporate thugs move on business campaigns Blaze, ignite the flame, I carry the torch Walk through The Valley of Death and get scorched [Chorus: Mighty Jarrett] Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH! Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH! Two shot lick out, a man get shot Straight from the cannon, ass wouldn't know less Just because of that, the whole block get hot Police helicopter, a snipe 'pon de roof top Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH! Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH! Two minute later, Babylon catch spark In the staircase with a rasclat glock Never know, said them wouldn't come round back Know him look like, said him youths can't talk Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH! Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH! [police sirens] [machine gun fire] [La the Darkman] Darkman, came do my thing, the Bee sting Assassinate your whole team with the forty red beam My sword gleam, sharpen my script as an arrow Professional, La, my style, double barrell I self-Lord, master, natural disaster Holy slang to splash ya, dark force to thrash ya Blind eyes, puligiments, got four wives Inside my square, rappers get buried alive We never even, put you in the dirt still breathin Perfection, gold mic touch, dunn, I'm blessin Flames lick the flesh, shot at some of the best When delf play me at my rest, stab the kid in his chest Now I got respect, runnin through boroughs, hoods and towns Niggas pull they pants down when I show the four pound Verbally fantastic, cock my rhyme, blast it Trapa Ghandi, classic, gun talk, gymnastics Rude boy, shoot, seek and destroy My gold tech blast rappers from here to Quebec Yo, La's born, Brooklyn raised You niggas get more than grazed when I blaze my guage It's not an arcade, dunn, my gun is real as AIDS I'm Holyfield, rappers is Tyson these days Darkman, Wu-Tang Clan, La the Darkman Wu-Tang Clan, the Killah [Chorus] [police sirens] [machine gun fire] |
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| 13. |
| 3:23 |
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It's hard for me to leave out,
You call for more, want my define, more A nuh mature, see my G-O-Ds, see my K-A-Ds The nuh gotta leave, a nuh gotta leave Stop blowin' trees, tryin' to put me to sleep See I live across the street, you hot in my links *Stay with me, Stay with me for a little while Won't you stay with me? Stay with me for a little while Baby don't go nowhere, 'cos I need you here Won't you stay with me? Stay with me for a little while You could tell me that you love me and you care You ain't going nowhere, you gonna stay right here Stay with me, stay with me For a little while Becouse I am waiting untils the fading, For your love to - bring me up to the place in love *Repeat You could tell me you love me, boy Why you at the door? You don't love me no-more Sittin' round, talkin' bout what we gon' be We are family but how we gonna lay it down? *Repeat |
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| 0:32 |
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When one has made his decision to kill a person,
even if it will be very difficult to succeed by advancing straight ahead, it will not do to think about going at it in a long roundabout way. The Way of the Samurai is one of immediacy, and it is best to dash in headlong. |
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| 3:02 |
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[Method Man]
I'm sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit... Did I hear it? Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] *in background repeating* SUCK A DICK!!! 6x SUCK MY DICK!!! [Method Man] And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop! It all starts wit the pad and pen, shall we begin To burn bush in this rap session, once again On the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin wit Ticallion, hmmm Iron Lung, boy me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'ma get you none, accept challenge AHH! Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone to the bone Danger zone, that's my life and my song Keep it movin, hop along little doggies! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!! Drive The Mack Cadillac Dark shade the window all sunny and black Pitch antenna back of the car Inside is a TV, even a bar Bulletproof down, safe and sound Chauffeur in the FRONT just to drive the Lexus all around Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise *Laughs* Enter [RZA] Yo yo my Wu-Tang cliff'll make your atom split The power of my brain, you can't fathom it Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain Don't EVER say thy God name in vain My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe Can record your words And your lies and approach you And have my Dogs come and Ghost you When it comes to the bread son, the heat will toast you *[U-God] Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control, outta control Outta control, now here we go [Masta Killa] Yo who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked Abducted from his doorstep Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin He's a glutton What I'm manifestin each day is a lesson Ya'll faggots, came to the School of the 36 Chambers Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers, whatever *Repeat 2x Music makes me lose control (2x) Guaranteed to rip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control, outta control Now here we go |
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*Intro: The RZA*
Yo, it's a samurai showdown Samurai showdown... (Aight, A.T.M.) How dare you challenge me? You will die from the tip of my sword today Huh, the trenches, we must remain calm Right, prepare to die *Repeat [x2] Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords [The RZA] Yo, yo Hailin from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw, talon twirl And one swirl of the fatal sword splits your Island Wu Killa Bees' stingers back on the swarm again BZZZZZZ, the alarm again, six direction weapon deflectin Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets Steel fragments bein chipped off a slingin sword slash With the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag He drove a ninety-nine Jaguar Quick to pick a lock, lick a shot Respect the Bloods and Crips a lot Plus the God from Ride saggin in his seat, blastin Wu beats Tryin to plot his next hit He took a drag of the eight elements that composed, atmospheric gas 'Bout to let off his sword, and full blast Kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus Deluxe stroke, son move like a ghost Struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post Radar sharp precision gunfire, explode Till his clips unload, it's a samurai code *repeat It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (5X) Time for everyone to go record It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords Time for everybody to go record [The RZA] Crept in silent, the steel wind Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots just sealed in We attack, full fledge with Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads Swing with the force of a sledge Single-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedge Slit this analog derelicts head Who even thought that he could go against the truth and the Gods and fall back? From the will of Allah, you'll be facin the firing squad of a thousand archers out to mark ya The bill top scully king blocks bullets like jelly beans Birds in my nest restin up, on the telly scene Murderous rap track to me, is ego felony Can't accept what you analog cats be tellin me I get the verbal weapon, won't hesitate for one second to break your back like Big Jack from Tekken *Repeat It's born-born, young Lord so raise your swords It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (2X) |
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would be suddenly cut off, he should still be able to perform one more action with certainty. If one becomes like a revengeful ghost and shows great determination, though his head is cut off, he should not die. |
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