 |
|
2:42 | 
|
||
| from Method Man, Ghostface Killah - Wu-Massacre (2010) | |||||
 |
|
2:46 |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu Music Group Presents Pollen - The Swarm, Pt.3 (2010) | |||||
 |
|
4:24 | 
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - More Fish (2006)
[Amy Winehouse] Meet you downstairs, in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt You say, why did you do it with him today? And sniff me out like I was tanqueray [Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, why you acting like you more trouble than Tony Starks and You need to just 'walk away' like Kelly Clarkson I know, we was fiend to sleep around town But I figured you said that, that's how I get down Nah of course, you was out there, messing around I would of told you, once you go Ghost, you never go back Try g'ing me, like I don't know how to mack I'm a don, and, top of the line, I stay flying Stop trying, to keep cuff analyzing Using my credit cards to buy diamonds We need to straighten this out, get to the bottom of it all Let's crawl, before we start the war Begin with two reasons why we need to talk And stop popping up in my cribs all over New York And, that's stalking, you such trouble and no good Them fighting words in my block, when we in the hood [Chorus: Amy Winehouse (Ghostface Killah)] I cheated myself, like I knew, I would... I told you, I was trouble... And know, that I'm no good [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (scratched up)] You had to be a nasty girl and try to play me Nasty girl, nasty girl, try to play me [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes You cheated yourself but these are the breaks And it never be the same again, cause of old boy But oh boy, together we make so much joy In the sands and oh, what a wet, wee-wee But you played me, so I had to roll up my sleeves and Hunt you down, holding the next man's stacks Now you sorry, tryin' bring that old thing back and Act like we can rekindle that flame It's a shame, how you can't get me off the brain He that lame, you love how I bring the pain Got the rug burns stinging and you saying my name Say my name, that's right, I'm high post Get the champagne, love, word up, we gon' toast [Chorus] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (scratched up)] You had to be nasty girl and try to play me Nasty girl, girl... You can't leave the kid... can't leave the kid... Don't worry, I'ma be around forever, nasty girl... Don't forget, I'ma be around forever, nasty... Don't forget, I'ma be around forever... [Amy Winehouse] Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain We're like how we we're again I'm in the tub, you're on the sink Lick your lips, as I soak my feet [Ghostface Killah] Yo, get the bath and body works, pumping your spice creams Together like Cheech and Chong, we make nice dreams Fight scenes, I take the good with the bad Cuz you give the best brains that I ever had and Anything worth having is hard to keep I love you like my coffee so hot and so sweet So let's, stick it out, so we never regret it I could forgive the past, but I never forget it [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Ghostface Killah (scratched up)] Got to forgive the past, but I never forget it Nasty girl... nasty girl... try to play me Nasty girl, you had to be a nasty and try to play me Nasty girl... try to play me, try to play me Nasty girl, got to forgive the past, but I never forget it... |
|||||
 |
|
3:23 |
|
||
|
from Amy Winehouse - You Know I`m No Good - GFK Version [single] (2011)
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt You say, "What did you do with him today?" And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray 'Cause you're my fella, my guy Hand me your Stella and fly By the time I'm out the door You tear me down like Roger Moore I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you, I was trouble You know that I'm no good Upstairs in bed with my ex boy He's in a place but I can't get joy Thinking on you in the final throes This is when my buzzer goes Run out to meet you, chips and pitta You say "When we're married" cause you're not bitter "There'll be none of him no more," I cried for you on the kitchen floor I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain We're like how we were again I'm in the tub, you on the seat Lick your lips as I soak my feet Then you notice the c-carpet burn My stomach drops and my guts churn You shrug and it's the worst Who truly stuck the knife in first I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble Yeah, you know that I'm no good |
|||||
 |
|
4:15 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Method Man)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" (RZA) Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we can to polly Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Inspectah Deck) Yo,Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin, one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Raekwon & (Masta Killa) Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too) Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest Gorilla things, monster background with a history You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" |
|||||
|
|
4:15 |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001) | |||||
 |
|
4:15 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
[Method Man]
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" [RZA] Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we can to polly Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone [Inspectah Deck] Yo,Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin, one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone [Raekwon & (Masta Killa)] Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too) Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest Gorilla things, monster background with a history You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" |
|||||
|
|
4:14 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
(Method Man)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" (RZA) Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we can to polly Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Inspectah Deck) Yo,Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin, one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Raekwon & (Masta Killa) Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too) Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest Gorilla things, monster background with a history You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" |
|||||
|
|
0:36 |
|
||
| from Method Man, Ghostface Killah - Wu-Massacre (2010) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
(Method Man)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" (RZA) Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we can to polly Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Inspectah Deck) Yo,Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin, one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Raekwon & (Masta Killa) Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too) Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest Gorilla things, monster background with a history You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" |
|||||
 |
|
6:10 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what This goes back to nineteen.. Ahem, check it, yo GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what? Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse Two: Method Man I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox Verse Three: Inspector Deck Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode Verse Four: Ghostface Killer Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE Verse Seven: Genius/GZA My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers |
|||||
|
|
6:07 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Take that motherfucker
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain and yo, set it off Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what? Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse Two: Method Man I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox Verse Three: Inspector Deck Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode Verse Four: Ghostface Killer Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE Verse Seven: Genius/GZA My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers |
|||||
 |
|
3:36 |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008) | |||||
|
|
3:36 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
[Tiger style]
[Tiger style] Tiger style Yo, huh, huh Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit There's noplace to hide once I step inside the room Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM JAM, now scream like Tarzan I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome I'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson And the survey said -- ya dead Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat Me fear no-one, oh no, here come The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum! I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up My style carries like a pickup truck Across the clear blue yonder Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T. Now why try and test, the Rebel INS? Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state! *And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with Hyah! Step up, boy! Represent! Chop his head off, kid! The Meth will come out tomorrow, Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro Flow, with more afro than Rollo Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow In fact I'm a hard act to follow I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through Niggaz is like "Oh, my God, not you!" Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie Rather do than die, check my flava, comin from the RZA which is short for the razor Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu! I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you *Repeat Ahh-hah! Yeah Representin Brooklyn Queens Long Island, Manhattan Bronx The Rugged Lands of Shaolin Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta Our boys in Ohio comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh Yo, niggaz from The Source My man Kelly Moon from the GAVIN Rod Strickland, Jason ? and yeah true, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy We ain't nuttin ta fuck wit The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin California squadron comin through knahmsayin? The whole fuckin West coast to the whole East, niggaz from D.C. Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan State Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit all over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy Peace to the fuckin Zulu Nation Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond Wu-Tang slang, choppin heads boy It ain't safe no more! Peace.. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006) | |||||
 |
|
6:46 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
These things just took over me
Just took over my whole body So I can't even see no more I'm calling my black woman a bitch I'm calling my peoples all kinds of thing that they not I'm lost brother, can you help me Can you help me brother, please You see what we did, we lost the love I'm talking 'bout the love The love of your own But brother, but brother, but brother, check this out I still don't understand man, I'm all high off this shit man Well, what I'm trying to say my brother Why, why do we kill each other Look at our children, what kind of a future This is the training thats gonna be given to you By the Wu, brothers and sisters The revolution, the revolution It's time to rise, and take our place Will be televised, televised So we can inherit the universe The planet earth belongs to God This is ninety, ninety, ninety-seven Every square inch of it That he chose for himself Is the best part Yeah, the revolution should be, televised) By every strong woman To the highest power You'll find a strong man And by every strong man You'll find a strong woman Wont you agree The universe is not completed Without the sun, moon, and stars Wont you be for real Thats man, woman, and child To the highest power To all you fake ass niggas who Think you gonna survive out here Without your black woman, you're wrong They have attraction powers on the planet I wanna be free We are original man, the Asiatic black man The maker, the arthur, the cream of the planet earth Wanna be free, yeah Father of civilization and daughter of the universe Want to be free, oh yeah The population was seventeen men With the two man indians Making a total of nineteen men for all Being, for all men, all over the planet earth Magneta, magneta, magneta, Wu revolution king yeah Arise you gods, cause the time for the revolutional war Thats the mental war Malcolm X, Malcolm X, Malcolm X Thats the battle between god and devil Gonna be free Take the devil off your plane Take him off your mental mentality Take him off your brain Make a change, from my mind Leave all the ciggarettes and guns The alcohol and everything Thats the mental devil that exists within your body Take this pain Thats destroying and decaying your mind Take these chains, off my mind The mind controls the body Everything within must come out Want to be free Don't look towards the sky Cause there's no heaven above Don't look down beneath your feet There's no hell below Want to be free But heaven and hell exist within Heaven is what you make it and Hell is what you're going through There is only one, god There is a whole new one, faith There is a holy one World, revolution yeah At one time it was told to me Yeah That man came from monkeys, ha ha ha That we was swinging from trees I hardly can believe that unless I'm dumb deaf and blind Save the children You ever heard about the ape man Gonna be free And the ape woman Hey, want to be free You have a mankind That has a beginning to him And its ending is about to come Oooh, yeah If you take one step I will take one with you Through the stormy vein Swim the deepest sea, with you my brother I know, you got to be strong Gotta hold on Now the story is about to close It was a hundred percent of us Save the children That came on the slave ships Eighty five percent of our future They're our future Was uncivilized Poison animal eaters They're slaves of the mental powers Save the children They don't know who the true living god is And all the orchards in the world Save the children So they worship what they know not And let evil lead them in the wrong direction Far fewer men than right Now you got the ten percent Who are rich slave niggas of the poor Who teach the poor lies To make the people believe That the old mighty true living god Is a spook in the sky Save the children And you can't see him with the physical eyes They're also known as blood suckers of the poor Save the children And then you got the five percent Who are the poor rightous people who do not believe The teachers of the ten percent Save the children Who is all wise and know that the true And living god, and teach that the true And living god is supreme being black Man from within Otherwise known as civilized people Also Muslims, and Muslims sons Peace we out [Cut to Kung-Fu clip] I have given it much thought It seems, disaster must come At best, only postponed Shaolin Kung-Fu to survive Must now be taught to more young men We must expand, get more pupils So that the knowledge will spreads |
|||||
 |
|
6:46 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
took over my whole body So I
can't even see no more I'm calling my black woman a bitch I'm calling my peoples all kinds of thing that they not I'm lost brother, can you help me Can you help me brother, please You see what we did, we lost the love I'm talking 'bout the love The love of your own But brother, but brother, but brother, check this out I still don't understand man, I'm all high off this shit man Well, what I'm trying to say my brother Why, why do we kill eachother Look at our children, what kind of a future This is the training thats gonna be given to you By the Wu, brothers and sisters The revolution, the revolution It's time to rise, and take our place Will be televised, televised So we can inherit the universe The planet earth belongs to God This is ninety, ninety, ninety-seven Every square inch of it That he chose for himself Is the best part Yeah, the revolution should be, televised) By every strong woman To the highest power You'll find a strong man And by every strong man You'll find a strong woman Wont you agree The universe is not completed Without the sun, moon, and stars Wont you be for real Thats man, woman, and child To the highest power To all you fake ass niggas who Think you gonna survive out here Without your black woman, you're wrong They have attraction powers on the planet I wanna be free We are original man, the Asiatic black man The maker, the arthur, the cream of the planet earth Wanna be free, yeah Father of civilization and daughter of the universe Want to be free, oh yeah The population was seventeen men With the two man indians Making a total of nineteen men for all Being, for all men, all over the planet earth Magneta, magneta, magneta, Wu revolution king yeah Arise you gods, cause the time for the revolutional war Thats the mental war Malcolm X, Malcolm X, Malcolm X Thats the battle between god and devil Gonna be free Take the devil off your plane Take him off your mental mentality Take him off your brain Make a change, from my mind Leave all the ciggarettes and guns The alcohol and everything Thats the mental devil that exists within your body Take this pain Thats destroying and decaying your mind Take these chains, off my mind The mind controls the body Everything within must come out Want to be free Don't look towards the sky Cause there's no heaven above Don't look down beneath your feet There's no hell below Want to be free But heaven and hell exist within Heaven is what you make it and Hell is what you're going through There is only one, god There is a whole new one, faith There is a holy one World, revolution yeah At one time it was told to me Yeah That man came from monkeys, ha ha ha That we was swinging from trees I hardly can believe that unlees I'm dumb deaf and blind Save the children You ever heard about the ape man Gonna be free And the ape woman Hey, want to be free You have a mankind That has a beginning to him And its ending is about to come Oooh, yeah If you take one step I will take one with you Through the stormy vein Swim the deepest sea, with you my brother I know, you got to be strong Gotta hold on Now the story is about to close It was a hundred percent of us Save the children That came on the slave ships Eighty five percent of our future They're our future Was uncivilized Poison animal eaters They're slaves of the mental powers Save the children They don't know who the true living god is |
|||||
 |
|
2:36 |
|
||
| from DJ Cut Killer - Party Jam (2003) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000) | |||||
 |
|
3:50 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000) | |||||
|
|
4:23 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000)
Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced I move with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the Beez they swarm Hold up the cold current appear warm My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all to the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall Mr. Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic See the logo? A monument in hip-hop Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure No surprise, double disc touched five Those elements, kept environments colonized with the high flyin death-defyin flow like the Rebel Right there, but you're one light year, from my level [Ghostface] Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo.. Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit! [Raekwon the Chef] Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs Masqueradin X-rated throw blades, all occasions Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Daas gobbles White House Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you The way we lamp, fans come and get you Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at the black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz cats roll out fast.. [Cappadonna] Wu thousand nuthin but hardcore We tryin to get land riches and more Ghost put me on to it We just do it, floss or whatever Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz with toast Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at? Fakin the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'" Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter Y'all heard about us like we heard about you Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue Calm down not tryin to hurt you, burst through That shit, fatter than all y'all niggaz outfits We the glitch like Y2K Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day "Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible. His remarkable armor is supreme!" [Masta Killa] Yo Sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the body that shake like the bass I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest [Ghostface] Skip to the intro, rap through po' Smashed a fresh ball of wax ceasar Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin trunks Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights too bright Ghost is comin y'all fix the mirrors Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't Exile he no longer in the hood Bless the kid that max the most Me I turn a wedding into hoax Roses tied to bombs on posts On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice Rasta nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu |
|||||
 |
|
3:51 |
|
||
| from MSTRKRFT - Fist Of God (2009) | |||||
 |
|
3:51 |
|
||
| from MSTRKRFT - Fist Of God (2009) | |||||
|
|
3:04 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000) | |||||
 |
|
4:16 |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007) | |||||
|
|
4:16 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
George Clinton
A fox hes got a fox. Mr. Wolf, hes the guy Who ran the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma U-God Yo, Must I flex my cash, to sex your ass I wet the ave, when I set my path The vette' dont crash I'm built to long last Grab my money clip I hit the bong fast Earn my respect, my checks they better cash Finger on the trigger wit my nigga Fred Glass Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags Next shot go right through your hover craft You do the math my answer tounge slash When will ya learn its the return of Shaft The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft My force might blur, the Porsche will purr The apple martini of course its stirred Ill do the honor, the Shaolin bomber, sharpskin armor, Ill bring the drama Chorus (1x) George Clinton A fox hes got a fox. Mr. Wolf, hes the guy Who ran the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma Verse 2 Method Man Damn, deficatin on the map, Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap How real is that, you niggas hatin on the fact, that the kid is blazin on this track and hatin on em back My doe stacked up wit O's, who the mack duckin po po's blowin smoke goes in the 'Lac To be exact, don't want no hassle wit the stack, in the big apple, we aint ridin apples in the back, yea, its all grillin, how the f**k ya'll feelin, non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin em The arch villans, when the blood start spillin, any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin em Yea, now I got it in the smash, a ounce ya man wanted and a llama in the dash Me and my comrades followin the cash, and livin everyday like tomorrow is the last Chorus (1x) George Clinton A fox hes got a fox. Mr. Wolf, hes the guy Who ran the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma George Clinton I'm like the savior dog to ya baby when your lost down in the snow Like a coyote out in the desert When the first will never go, and the wolf, they never go Verse 3 Masta Killa Yo, Would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it Or would you take it for somethin else and get toed the f**k up Men come together for the common cause To beat your ass just because Theres a line he dont cross offending the boss While of course his one selecting through your head shot I'm back in the yard again the bars callin 15 sets of this will have you swollen Ladies like "damn papa you lookin right, i'd love to give you some of this pussy and ima dike" I write when the energy's right and spark friction DJ cuttin it spinnin it back mixin Great pop knock tickin, poetry description, for the motion picture reanactment, activate a higher assassian keep it classic Rap evolution every black yo pass that Chorus (1x) George Clinton George Clinton A fox hes got a fox. Mr. Wolf, hes the guy Who ran the woods and ate Grandma But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma George Clinton I'm like the savior dog to ya baby when your lost down in the snow Like a coyote out in the desert When the first will never go, and the wolf, they never go |
|||||
 |
|
4:40 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996)
* originally appeared on the Don't Be a Menace soundtrack
Intro: Method Man It's on... (where your sparkle at kid) Ryzarector Break: Raekwon the Chef Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) Verse One: U-God This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Notre Dame Golden Arms is bronze, Buddha palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) hand held trigger cuts Acapella spitting shell paralysed when you get touched And critical, mic cords, hanging like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote Break: (first two lines) Verse Two: Ghostface Killer More than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks like a vulture Ghostface and Madison Square is on your poster Break Verse Three: Masta Killa Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That throws more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy Of the Wu and learned how to Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mental Devils worship this like an icon They're hugging mics with the grips of a python Break Verse Four: Cappadonna (Cappachino) You heard of the rasp before but kept waiting for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong extravaganza, time sits still No propaganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet One man ran, trying to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me I cometh Into your chamber like Freddy enter dreams Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O In battling, you don't want me to start tattling All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep rattling Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappaccino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you can long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talking that shit is absurd My repertoire is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got blown out the car And run over, by the Method Man Jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind 'Cause you "weak in the knees" like SWV Trying to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbot Me and RZA riding name printed in the tablet Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speaking The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching |
|||||
|
|
4:41 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Winter Warz
Wu-Tang Clan Winter Warz It's on.. (Cappa) Where your sparkle at kid? Ryzarector.. (Break: Raekwon the Chef) Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) (Verse One: U-God) This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm (Break: (first two lines) (Verse Two: Ghostface Killah) More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster (Break) (Verse Three: Masta Killa) Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy of the Wu and learned how to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python (Break) (Verse Four: Cappadonna) You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin |
|||||
|
|
4:31 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: Raekwon (samples)]
(Make me yours) He get out of line, break his f**king arm... You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah) You know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man (Somebody tell me what do I do...) None at all, man... hit 'em off, none of that, man [Raekwon] Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping? Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain You knowing where it came from, stop it You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what? The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu [Chorus 1.5X: sample] What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah Somebody tell me what do I do... [GZA] We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop Raining with the patchwork of puzzles That was written in the year of the dragon More raw than you could ever imagine How much of a great blessing to a rap city Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied RAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundried He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it For the lower level creatures that can't peep it I observe MC's, regardless From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness... [Chorus] [Masta Killa] Let the track wind and ya mind flow free Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability Infinity, back to the source of which it came Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending On and on and on and, travel with me Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down Underneath the white T lies the four pound This is forty-five minutes of menacing Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown) [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth Spreading the blessing across seven continents Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein I and I ride or die under the name W-U, the primary, ya secondary Definitely not necessary, the legendary You printed the blueprints to do this shit Moving the youth in the bricks Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art [Method Man] Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is assonine Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable Most Talented rap muthaf**ker you ever listened to [Cappadonna] I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done Give a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked and run Can't nobody f**k with me, I'm just too nice Smack niggas in they head everytime I write Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping Go to school f**ked up, it's Africa Island We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent |
|||||
|
|
3:27 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996)
Intro: [from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge"]
That was the best fuckin I ever had. That's because you been dealin with Dasheese You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar? I got business to take care of [Ghostface]: No shit. Shit that's my old man, shit! Ya better go talk to him [Ghostface] No smokin alarms (8X) I'm mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine... [Ghostface] Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich It took place late night on February 17th Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo While I was on tour, whore, you went to work Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm' That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary? You crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros I'm the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked But you had to fuck this rasta-head ass nigga I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab" I'm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth But fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine That means clean the FDS smell with a shine Word up, respect that hoe |
|||||
|
|
2:44 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000) | |||||
 |
|
2:52 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Fishscale (2006) | |||||
 |
|
4:26 |
|
||
| from Wu Music Group Presents Links To Poetry (2009) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu Tang Vs. Shaolin Masters (2011) | |||||
|
|
3:58 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[kung fu sample]
If only we can lay our hands on that vixen Yu Shin Hua Then all our problems will be over... Yu Shin Hua! You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [RZA] The quintessence, father of the hip hop renaissance My slang been around before baton and Benetton I've been on, fingerprint, two finger tips So when I squeeze the rubber grip, release the clip, then leave the clip C-Cypher Pigs can't identify it The true and living God, son, we exemplify it The most complicated 'formance of life, we simplify it Bzzz, don't knock it til you try it Flying dagger, make 'em stagger, then I take a swagger Ice cold J?germeister, take a dragon hold Bo county crook, slide like the Nike swoosh Bruce Almighty got more problems than Spidey, look Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been tooken All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn Good looking, son, yo, son, bring the hook in You can never find Zig weak spot, stop looking [kung fu sample] You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [Raekwon] From the continents to Croatia, I'll flame a lamester With the new slang, much more to show ya These rocks change, glock fully, hot pellets Have me running through the hall, it's on, like you being chased by the relic Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any project With logic, few semi's, hide in the cockpit Scream out, Shallah and I'mma tap in, harder than Tinactin Don't try to play the fella, I'll blacked in Moving all miraculous, the slap smiths of the rap game Say my name backwards, you'll get back changed Black man, black hooded, moving through the city Like you Batman, still you so pussy, like Catwoman Don't bother the Legion, more squeezing, more reason To light a new block up, cause me to cement shit Powerful block shoppers and all niggas getting that gwop Dare you to try to find my weak spot [kung fu sample] You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [GZA] I stay on the 64 squares, while patrolling the center Trading space from material, the time zone, I enter It's calculated by movement, from pushed pieces Advancements and development, once the pawn reaches To 8th ranked, now heavily armed with a tank My opponent's base is threatend, soldiers cut with shanks Moved all my small pieces, MC's are driven back Unable to avoid capture from the attack Such movement, is naturally quite unsound Men is badly placed upon dangerous grounds Loosening their position, before they were strongly posted Before the double rooks had approached it They must of been quick to ignore the principles Rock a V and an effective God is invincible A strategic plan, just the way I envisioned it Many fallen soldiers in complete imprisonment [kung fu sample] You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I tell you, right, right, right, in ya muthaf**kin' face Muthaf**ka, you know, well, you know muthaf**kin' well When -- we don't play that shit, or, I don't play that shit That's just Wu-Tang, you know, I'm the nigga That -- that, give it to ya raw When I said "first thing first, man, you f**king with the worst I be sticking pins ya head, like a f**king nurse I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zu" |
|||||
|
|
4:28 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000) | |||||
|
|
4:38 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000)
"Tony Starks fights again for survival, and by just a thin thread of electric current wins another victory." [Superb (Ghostface)] Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all (Bounce wit us) Hip-hop (What? Celebrities, what?) (Street corner) For all my niggas Crack spot niggas [Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"] Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches Yo, you know what y'all... Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me Leave him there, never know, get him off me I remember days when we just fucked bitches Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave. Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out I remember on the Island, can't tone out The mess hall crawler, about to zone out Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out [Chip Banks] See.. see.. see me I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and make the post and from pagin, sin astasian When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling' Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those Jury stay froze, court cases get closed Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on em" The best, what y'all expect? He a vet Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul when we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele' [Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2] From Riker's Island to the Camay Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent [Ghostface Killah] Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupies Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry Fainted when the book mentioned me Keep ballin, new systems, high sciences Drop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlin Angelica, Judey Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century Best sellers, but niggas stay together Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens You program, broke bottles of Dom Seven inch bangles, back breakers I'm a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strength Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes Dennis Coles in the latest fashions Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble [Hell Razah] Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earhole Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero Shatter your soul like glass windows Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles Livin life without you, can't count you as great men Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan Durags and our pants hangin [Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again] [Ghostface] Uh-huh, uh-huh That's right y'all Street corners Jail niggas Riker's Island Ge-Grey Haven Big Un That's right y'all Word up All y'all, all y'all crumbs We made it, nigga Step the fuck off True indeed, true indeed Yeah, Ready Red That's right, my nigga Born That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home nigga Yeah, we made it Yeah, C Allah, word up That's fam Yeah, check it out Staten Island True indeed Five boroughs Check it, uh-huh |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - The Lost Tapes (2018) | |||||
 |
|
3:19 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
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! (but ???) |
|||||
 |
|
3:19 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
[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! (but ???) |
|||||
|
|
3:09 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Method Man]
Apocalypse Now Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone wit all that wack shit, now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes [Raekwon the Chef] Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda The style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin like *long inhale* [Masta Killa] As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin the courses of time, devils no longer exist as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin Comin with that lip professin, you must take Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin Mathematics as a tool? Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin Seekin, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm? [Inspectah Deck] Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state [Ghostface Killah] Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in *gun blast* |
|||||
|
|
3:09 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
Apocalypse Now
Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone wit all that wack shit, now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda The style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin like As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin the courses of time, devils no longer exist as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin Comin with that lip professin, you must take Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin Mathematics as a tool? Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin Seekin, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm? Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Think Differently Music : Wu-Tang Meets The Indie Culture (2005) | |||||
|
|
5:20 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
U-God Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise Wu-Tang Clan I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back Raekwon the Chef Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass Ghostface Killah Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles RZA Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary" Method Man John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot Inspectah Deck New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals Masta Killa This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see GZA From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets { scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade } |
|||||
|
|
5:20 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
U-God Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise Wu-Tang Clan I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back Raekwon the Chef Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass Ghostface Killah Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles RZA Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary" Method Man John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot Inspectah Deck New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals Masta Killa This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see GZA From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets { scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade } |
|||||
|
|
5:20 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
[U-God]
Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise [Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan] I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back [Raekwon the Chef] Take it back to the fecal, leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles [Chorus] [RZA] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary" [Method Man] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot [Inspectah Deck] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals [Masta Killa] This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see [GZA] From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets [Chorus] {*scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade*} |
|||||
|
|
5:18 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
U-God Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise Wu-Tang Clan I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back Raekwon the Chef Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass Ghostface Killah Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles RZA Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary" Method Man John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot Inspectah Deck New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals Masta Killa This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see GZA From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets { scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade } |
|||||
|
|
4:12 |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007) | |||||
|
|
4:12 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
(Intro: RZA)
Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies No bitch could hold me, in this Thug World (Inspectah Deck) I hold it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupper ware The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth Polly with the wild life, cannibal out Give this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette Or with the mask on, peelin' the tech Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the bids Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip Face sick with the rap shit, stacking them chips In the pits, stick shit, cats packing them grips Bad bitch with the black six, after my dick She like, this your pussy, and she smash my click Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the wall Niggaz straight, like an inmate, try'nna make the board Snake waiting, dudes came for sure, I lay law Stay raw, cause a 'massacre' with no 'chainsaw' Half y'all talk about it, but you don't want war See my wolves eat the bones and we still want more We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating So without reason, pounds are squeezing The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM Bitches ride like the Scream Machine For a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the jeans Next thing she was smuggling coke between the seams (Chorus: Dexter Wiggles (RZA)) If real niggaz is listening, the life we living in, is wrong (Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable) Back for transitions, to save us from harm We in the race for time... so we won't lose our mind But if we run the race like a thug We would lose that mind that we made of (RZA) You kept the weapon concealed like a magician's secret dollar bill Liable to pull a knife from out of his heal Snatch the sword from the rock with one hand One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to sand You'll be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get away from this You be hoping you be whitey when the judge get pissed One man, can't uplift the land Like Method Man standing on the hands of fans See the Captain and Lieutenants, true descendant Splendid, unprecidented, hip hop vintage Started from the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us He was God Cypher Divine, trying to spark the wizzes (Chorus 2X) |
|||||
|
|
2:03 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Fishscale (2006) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Push [digital single] (2004) | |||||
 |
|
3:41 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Apollo Kids (2010)
Raekwon
We in the cabin playing backgammon Gorilla monster slam this ? messiah try us you will die son Green medicine blow veterans Run an Adidas store six more velours draws feather skin Hair cutted up hollering Seven through 3 sixes know we hate a devil where your ? my dick Can't stand the others side niggas know we rich we color guys New suck your mother true lullabies Gangsta Evereadys take off my shirt no batteries nigga Just one mean magnum killa Snowmobiles jetting out the timber Feel their altitude yo I can't breathe check the splendor Brazilian honey dip I'm on my writing game nigga Times is roughing Timberland cuffing Won me a G up off to Rio Hope we can pull it back my throat my only weapon blow the beat up Ghostface Killah Stuff pillow bags in the rat holes Reduce that faggot ass nigga who wanna jump like frog to a tadpole Gag it up sliding through the E.R. Batted up a tube in your dick you can't piss when standing up Hands is shaking doctors is taking to operating Now you might not live so they start debating You in bad shape And your neck of New York your slithering ways labeled you a bad snake Smash bait eight stab holes in your shoulder blade You wildin on the stretcher and shit, they tryin to hold your legs Nah don't hold his legs Tell that bitch ass nigga to chill put something in his meat like bolognese Got gophers that sleep in the woods Carhartt down Padlock your bowlegged spot where your rocks now You ain't moving no crack use your move that's wrap After you lay up in that morgue I'm a fuck your back Yeah nigga die slow with your smirk on Night night lights dimming down get your murk on Later i'll see you in hell get your burn on Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on Redman My sherm on in the hood when I ride by My eyes looking like I learn how to sky dive The world is yours theres rules you abide by Ride with the fly guy on I 9 5 They said a nigga returned but I never left I told Big L through me he could resurrect I'm that nigga like Puff and L.O.X. I took one L and life is still double X Brick City where I breathe all the trees at The E's in Eminem's I need a Relapse And bitches grab my mic give me feedback Reggie you a asshole baby I'll be back I get cocky when the beat pumping You know you doing it when your tire lip rubbing I keep a freak and I call her chicken meat Cause this Superbad nigga, she McLovin Method Man Fiends get killed in my hallways we parle My feet been killing me all day Your boy down for life like them killers in Rahway It's all work and no play Cause this block is nothing like Broadway Revenge is sweeter that sorbet You all become believers when this heaters in your face Just a part of my function Y'all don't want no part of the gun spray I would hate to pull it in one stray That's where the innocence bystand We're trapped inside these tenements like damn Why mama try'na feed us this spiced ham Connects try'na cheat us with light grams Co-defendents try to lighten they sentence snitching to white man Turn states evidence fam we ain't gelling Felons ain't felons no more they straight telling Ain't nothing worst than a rat you can't smellin And ain't nothing worst than a trap you can't sell in (Uh-Huh) |
|||||
|
|
4:46 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996) | |||||
|
|
5:38 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine (Inspectah Deck) I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millenium Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shckling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumblein patrolmen tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, Performin live on you hottest block (Method Man) As the world turn, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life standing firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack In a Streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My people if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's comng from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums (Cappadonna) I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contail cyanide Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods (Ol Dirty Bastard) The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (U-God) Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow For, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound The fake false step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king (RZA) Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare Escape from your dragon's lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream or terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation (GZA) War of the masses, the outcome, disaterous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for their acts Another heart is torn, as close ones gone Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song (Masta Killa) The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none (Ghostface Killah) Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a navy green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold tha fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch it's me, Black Noble Drew Ali came in threes we like the Genovese Is that so? Caesar needs the greens It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz (Raekwon) Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York gank adviser world tranquilizer Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While, my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substatiala Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's sickening Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland. |
|||||
|
|
5:38 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Ol Dirty Bastard)
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'm a-rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine (Inspectah Deck) I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies, And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millenium Killa Beez sold fifty Gold sixty Platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble wit' patrolmen tear gas laced the function Heads by the score, take flight, incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin' live on you hottest block (Method Man) As the world turn, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, da hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life standing firm On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack In a streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holdin' back, what? My people if you wit' me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin' a twist my beer cap It's court adjourned for the bad seed, from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried, like a bad perm; what the blood- Clot, we smoke pot and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not Da Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarrone, tearin' up your battle zone, rip through your slums (Cappadonna) I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six can't rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage And get wasted, my deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic Compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion Catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods (Ol Dirty Bastard) The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (U-God) Olympic torch flamin', we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin' deluxe slow For-, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinnin' bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound The fake, false step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilised with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring-king (RZA) Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare Escape, from your dragon's lair--in particular My beats travel like a vortex, Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter-through-your-right-ventricle-clog-up your bloodstream High Terminal, Like Grand Central Station, program fat baselines on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation (GZA) War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victims' families save they ashes A million names on walls, engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for their acts Another heart is torn, as close ones gone Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song (Masta Killa) The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds And leaks sounds that's heard Ninety-three million miles away from came one To represent the nation, this is a gathering Of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief takes the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy From the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none (Ghostface Killah) Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin' like them gray and black Pumas on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink, You had a navy dream Salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincin', thousand dollar court by convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold tha fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch It's me, Black Noble Drew Ali Came in threes We like the Genovese. Is that so? Caesar needs the greens It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz (Raekwon) Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York gank adviser world tranquilizer Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic sit down the beat God Then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's sickening Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and high prophecies can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, ally perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an' Rumblein patrolmen teargas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament that does burn Play my position in the game of life, standing firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to push my big cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke blunts and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly nose reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga who was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut for raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, eye-no-vation Getting drunk like a fucking skunk on five-year probation War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another hard nigga torn, close ones gone Those who stray and fuck-up get slayed by the song The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like the million black womens on my man's rag Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin |
|||||
|
|
5:38 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and high prophecies can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, ally perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an' Rumblein patrolmen teargas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament that does burn Play my position in the game of life, standing firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to push my big cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke blunts and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly nose reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga who was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut for raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, eye-no-vation Getting drunk like a fucking skunk on five-year probation War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another hard nigga torn, close ones gone Those who stray and fuck-up get slayed by the song The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like the million black womens on my man's rag Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin |
|||||
|
|
2:53 |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu Music Group Presents Pollen - The Swarm, Pt.3 (2010) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Six Degrees [digital single] (2014) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Think Differently Music : Wu-Tang Meets The Indie Culture (2005) | |||||
|
|
3:09 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
Generals on deck, what's up, son? (Yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!) Salut this (Library shit) (Rock the belt, uh-huh, you know what time it is) They understand and support us (I ain't goin' out) Theodore (Uh-huh!) [Ghostface Killah] Eh-yo! Stark edition, rock Christian's The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City The four-fifty went poppin' when he tried to dip me Balled out in bingo halls, reported skiied out in jury duty Judge Judy, big groupie bitch blew me, Beigen rush Cuffies Blast the last uzi, ship me to Africa, right? I share rubies Due to the night up on my behalf I threw the shotti in the glass so I could have a double bash Duffle pass, couples, teamed with the knuckle clash, fast Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass Uppercut, bad, you in the grass slumped out and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass Slammed body in the G-Y-M, G-Y-N' Love Doctor in the hood, fucked bitches, all their friends So, yo... [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (sung)] Party people, you're the reason we're here Cuz we love the game and our music is projects So, so, yo, hello! Makin' sure y'all still there On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore Click [Trife] Yeah! Yeah... yo! I'm a little dude but I hold guns the size of Europe Y'all niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrup Whatever y'all put up, I double that Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you funny guys I'm quick to yolk you up like eggs that's cooked sunny-side Catch me at the honey hive, runnin' the strip Gun on the hip, posted for hours, slingin' dope and power Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow Got remote control cars and they're not made by Tyco This the Theodore, drunk off Smirnoff Bit ya ear off, therefore, the drama is what I'm here for From the block to the stage I represent for those, locked in the cage 'Til I'm dropped in the graves, every line I spit, is like a, shot from the gauge Move accordingly, even when I'm actin' disorderly [Chorus - minus last 2 lines] [Twiz] Who you wit? See? See? Yo! I'm a Don, dead form, look upon Ezekials To the generals in my click, there'll be no sequels Them hot ones'll crease, the vultures'll feast you The loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you Just served fiends walkin' up the block yawnin' Late night game, damn, forgot I got a warrant Got in, laid down, then start snorin' P-O kickin' ya door in, 4 in the mornin' You blockin' my lane-lane like John Stockton With the uttermost disrespect just like, Bernard Hopkins Simply, it's PC within the verse See we could be peoples later, in business, Money Comes First (First) [Chorus] |
|||||
|
|
3:10 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
[Intro: Twiz (Ghostface Killah)]
Generals on deck, what's up, son? (Yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!) Salut this (Library shit) (Rock the belt, uh-huh, you know what time it is) They understand and support us (I ain't goin' out) Theodore (Uh-huh!) [Ghostface Killah] Eh-yo! Stark edition, rock Christian's The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City The four-fifty went poppin' when he tried to dip me Balled out in bingo halls, reported skiied out in jury duty Judge Judy, big groupie bitch blew me, Beigen rush Cuffies Blast the last uzi, ship me to Africa, right? I share rubies Due to the night up on my behalf I threw the shotti in the glass so I could have a double bash Duffle pass, couples, teamed with the knuckle clash, fast Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass Uppercut, bad, you in the grass slumped out and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass Slammed body in the G-Y-M, G-Y-N' Love Doctor in the hood, fucked bitches, all their friends So, yo... [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (sung)] Party people, you're the reason we're here Cuz we love the game and our music is projects So, so, yo, hello! Makin' sure y'all still there On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore Click [Trife] Yeah! Yeah... yo! I'm a little dude but I hold guns the size of Europe Y'all niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrup Whatever y'all put up, I double that Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you funny guys I'm quick to yolk you up like eggs that's cooked sunny-side Catch me at the honey hive, runnin' the strip Gun on the hip, posted for hours, slingin' dope and power Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow Got remote control cars and they're not made by Tyco This the Theodore, drunk off Smirnoff Bit ya ear off, therefore, the drama is what I'm here for From the block to the stage I represent for those, locked in the cage 'Til I'm dropped in the graves, every line I spit, is like a, shot from the gauge Move accordingly, even when I'm actin' disorderly [Chorus - minus last 2 lines] [Twiz] Who you wit? See? See? Yo! I'm a Don, dead form, look upon Ezekials To the generals in my click, there'll be no sequels Them hot ones'll crease, the vultures'll feast you The loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you Just served fiends walkin' up the block yawnin' Late night game, damn, forgot I got a warrant Got in, laid down, then start snorin' P-O kickin' ya door in, 4 in the mornin' You blockin' my lane-lane like John Stockton With the uttermost disrespect just like, Bernard Hopkins Simply, it's PC within the verse See we could be peoples later, in business, Money Comes First (First) [Chorus] |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Trife Diesel - Put It On The Line (2005) | |||||
|
|
3:41 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
(GZA (RZA))
I grew up around block parties ready to rock Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck And each link in your chain is trucked No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout +Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt Now his wigs pushed back Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact (Yo) (Chorus x2: U-God) Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ (Method Man) MC's have the right to remain silent Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'fuckers And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya Like red heat with hammers and sickles I milk like ya baby mama's nipples, got issues It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us Then lord strike me down where I stand at now wit this bottle of Remy, gettin' fucked up child, listen The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC Of course it's Tical! (Chorus) (U-God) The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke The man not for joke, we all out for broke Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome +Rumble+ when we come, boy you better +Run+, +Run+ (Chorus) (Raekwon) Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs Sick winter gear, been on position is where Call him an Asiatic God-body, +Longevity+ Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped Swing through the hood calmly Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George Dust shut shit off, whips spin off Get off, slips, which, wiz Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies Dip wide, dress my shit up, fuck six times, wish mine Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines (Chorus) |
|||||
|
|
3:41 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
(GZA (RZA))
I grew up around block parties ready to rock Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck And each link in your chain is trucked No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout +Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt Now his wigs pushed back Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact (Yo) (Chorus x2: U-God) Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ (Method Man) MC's have the right to remain silent Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'fuckers And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya Like red heat with hammers and sickles I milk like ya baby mama's nipples, got issues It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us Then lord strike me down where I stand at now wit this bottle of Remy, gettin' fucked up child, listen The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC Of course it's Tical! (Chorus) (U-God) The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke The man not for joke, we all out for broke Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome +Rumble+ when we come, boy you better +Run+, +Run+ (Chorus) (Raekwon) Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs Sick winter gear, been on position is where Call him an Asiatic God-body, +Longevity+ Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped Swing through the hood calmly Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George Dust shut shit off, whips spin off Get off, slips, which, wiz Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies Dip wide, dress my shit up, fuck six times, wish mine Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines (Chorus) |
|||||
|
|
4:32 |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu Music Group Presents Pollen - The Swarm, Pt.3 (2010) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Trife Diesel - Put It On The Line (2005)
[ghostface killah]
Good morning, good morning Time to get up Look at the sun so pretty today It's so bright, it's so smashing Lasting, helps out the grass and Smile when it's morning time Last night I wrote 3 rhymes, I woke up to see the sun shine If, God is my witness In scriptures and pictures The sun kiss scrumptious son, it's nutricious It makes me wanna climb Take a bite out of shine This little light of mine Yo, the son could never be pussy, he always come out He'll sit right there, even if you pull your gun out He can never run out, when the lights go out If your pants turn out, a herb head spun around I see yellow and green, it's a beautiful thing The sky's blue, 'cos the sun hit the water like "bing" A reflection (uh-huh) and that's all it is (word) You can't stare at him long, cos your face'll do like this [chorus - ghostface & slick rick] Look who's shining again (oh my my my) We've been rhyming again (oh my my my) Ice be blinding the men (oh my my my) We come through time and time again (oh my my my) [raekwon] Check out my nephew He jumped up in the window just to see you Look what he drew A car, house, always wants to be with you He's just as jolly, he always begging me to let him see you I'm like "probably if you clean up, and read a little" You make people eyes glow You got the weather channel bugging and you stubborn when it snow You my mentor, mothers name their kids after you New slang, nothing personal, we knowin what you been through (sun) you roll like, one in a million yo (sun sun) you always find like, one in a building yo We those babies from day one All I had was you on my birthday baby- think you owe me one The way the world look when you around Prisoners get out, look up, run at you and then kiss the ground You my favourite, I wish we had three more of you I adore you, plus I even go to the store for you [chorus] Look who's shining again (oh my my my) We've been rhyming again (oh my my my) Ice be blinding the men (oh my my my) We come through time and time again (oh my my my) [slick rick] I would die for a sun , can being richer and cruel Reachin a full 98, and got the kids in the pool Isn't it cool how it spreads joy, hons lay in it And it's hard to go back to work, when your lunch breaks finished ? before, so it's a fact I support Feeling the warm sun rays, upon your back as you walk The heat-driven, a theory I plung to deep living is Souls have to go through the sun to reach heaven And, sensing retreat, our souls badden the scene Madame believe, since dinosaurs, and adam and eve That sun's hovered, to the extermination of us It's a peephole, which leads to the firmament above us [rza] Who can take a raindrop And turn it to 3? And drawn up 6 miles, over tropical isles And bring it to the sea [chorus] Look who's shining again (oh my my my) We've been rhyming again (oh my my my) Ice be blinding the men (oh my my my) We come through time and time again (oh my my my) |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996) | |||||
|
|
1:06 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Fishscale (2006) | |||||
|
|
1:04 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Fishscale (2006) | |||||
|
|
3:18 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon chattin with Shy]
Peace God Peace to the Gods How you God? Studyin one-twenty right now Mmmm Call me back at the God Hour [Raekwon the Chef] The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it? [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones |
|||||
|
|
3:18 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Raekwon chattin with Shy]
Peace God Peace to the Gods How you God? Studyin one-twenty right now Mmmm Call me back at the God Hour [Raekwon the Chef] The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it? [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones |
|||||
 |
|
1:02 |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Legendary Weapons (2011) | |||||
 |
|
2:38 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - The W (2000)
Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? Yeah yeah yeah.. Historical and monumental shit What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what's best for you y'all niggaz better safeguard your shit Even though we rep brass knuckle rap Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggaz now the corporate boss Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm The way we blow SHIT is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW! Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs That's my specialty, more to bust Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord I analyze your work those that got merked were not established Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry S-5, blowin through Asbury Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse's Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand See the color of the carved out Wu emblem Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him Move up the block, giant box blast my song Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris I zoom in, while the listeners tune in Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed He produce at unattainable rains of top speed This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise Starlight scope, with the night vision device Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice {*GUNBLAST*} |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah, Styles P - The Mecca (Inspired By The Film "The Forty-Year-Old Version") [digital single] (2020) | |||||
 |
|
4:35 |
|
||
| from N.A.S.A - The Spirit Of Apollo (2009) | |||||
|
|
2:39 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[both] Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up
[Ghost] Sike! Six niggaz walked in flashing they gems peace [Rae] Aight! One dark skinned nigga fifty-six inch rope wrapped around twice [Ghost] Smash the Gilligan boat with ice [Rae] They threw sign language [Ghost] Ordered hot coffee [both] wit a danish [Ghost] Relax -- whispered, "They rap entertainers" [Rae] Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good kid [Ghost] Laid back handlin hors d'ourves [Rae] It's like round three [Ghost] We too black for BET You memorize the 1 to 40 [Rae] I'm at the 19th degree If a civilized person doesn't perform, his duty What shall be done? [Ghost] Pardon me God, that nigga gotta gun Bulgin out his sweatpants, check out his stance See the side of his grill? [Rae] Look like my cousin Lance Left hand rock a Guess watch [Ghost] Yo I think I did his Clarks he wore the crush bone leather with the strings dark [Rae] Now I remember [Ghost] He from Bear Mountain He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one [Rae] Near the water fountain [Ghost] Seventh round, Chavez bleedin from his right ear Yo keep ya eye on that same nigga from right here [Rae] Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit no socks on Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the fat fur on [Ghost] Workin dem hoes with the fly Wu shirts on Mixed drink session Dunn [Rae] Pour me some more [Ghost] Chef leathered down blinking at Chante Moore [Rae] Tenth round Chavez tearin em down [Ghost] Sweet Pea get ya shit off [Rae] It's like blacks against the Germans [Ghost] Gettin hit off [Rae] Smooth and them walked in [Ghost] Brownsville representin [Rae] They sent a bottle over, autograph blessin [Ghost] Chef pull out the doodle twist the dank pink noodles [Rae] Yo I'm bout to roll one [Ghost] Matter fact twist two of those [Rae] Yo they wound up stoppin the fight Steels took a point away from Chavez [Ghost] Rematch scheduled on October Ninth Rematch scheduled on October Ninth |
|||||
|
|
2:39 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
[both] Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up
[Ghost] Sike! Six niggaz walked in flashing they gems peace [Rae] Aight! One dark skinned nigga fifty-six inch rope wrapped around twice [Ghost] Smash the Gilligan boat with ice [Rae] They threw sign language [Ghost] Ordered hot coffee [both] wit a danish [Ghost] Relax -- whispered, "They rap entertainers" [Rae] Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good kid [Ghost] Laid back handlin hors d'ourves [Rae] It's like round three [Ghost] We too black for BET You memorize the 1 to 40 [Rae] I'm at the 19th degree If a civilized person doesn't perform, his duty What shall be done? [Ghost] Pardon me God, that nigga gotta gun Bulgin out his sweatpants, check out his stance See the side of his grill? [Rae] Look like my cousin Lance Left hand rock a Guess watch [Ghost] Yo I think I did his Clarks he wore the crush bone leather with the strings dark [Rae] Now I remember [Ghost] He from Bear Mountain He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one [Rae] Near the water fountain [Ghost] Seventh round, Chavez bleedin from his right ear Yo keep ya eye on that same nigga from right here [Rae] Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit no socks on Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the fat fur on [Ghost] Workin dem hoes with the fly Wu shirts on Mixed drink session Dunn [Rae] Pour me some more [Ghost] Chef leathered down blinking at Chante Moore [Rae] Tenth round Chavez tearin em down [Ghost] Sweet Pea get ya shit off [Rae] It's like blacks against the Germans [Ghost] Gettin hit off [Rae] Smooth and them walked in [Ghost] Brownsville representin [Rae] They sent a bottle over, autograph blessin [Ghost] Chef pull out the doodle twist the dank pink noodles [Rae] Yo I'm bout to roll one [Ghost] Matter fact twist two of those [Rae] Yo they wound up stoppin the fight Steels took a point away from Chavez [Ghost] Rematch scheduled on October Ninth Rematch scheduled on October Ninth |
|||||
|
|
4:08 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
(feat. Trife & Superb)
[Intro: Superb] Yo roll, yo' roll My roll, my roll Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son My roll, tell that bitch Keisha come here Tell that bitch Keisha come here man (Two dutches, hollar, hollar) Niggas rollin' for money over there dunn (It's on a breathin', it's slice on I want that honey's bracelet) Gettin' it over there [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo what's in it? Three M's in the bank Shoot it, oh you gotta stop? Six bitches, to the top A four and better, beat the five I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice Son I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life Money feed good, all downs is a bet Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet Open up the pool, get a dicin' room Aight bitches, use Pampers, girls need a nice room That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophic If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me And 'Von bring it too, he on his way to come get me He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats I got a quarter-mil in each of my first sleeves The rest is in my longjonhs, boots and jeans Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three Come in the buildin', nigga [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (do whatever you do best) Just pop your collar (up the ladder to the hill of success) [Superb] Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down and bet three M's So you know what happened to him He got three rounds, we all ex-dealers Ex-killers, we gon' ride to the death for the skrilla I hold my own and rep my niggas Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures He told me not to worry, all cheques is clearin' So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance And I survive through project experiences You wanna roll dice or roll and ride? No matter, you gon' get holes inside See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni You fuckin' with a metaphor King Pin You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang Wu, you fuckin' with them? Dun, do you wanna gun to make you slim? So I'ma pop my collar, get my dollars Pop all parlors and fuckin' with money scholars? Matter of fact I'm gonna fuck with rockweilers [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (do whatever you do best) Get your dollar (New York, up the ladder to the hill of success) Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do) Just pop your collar (New York, say no more, New York, say no more..) [Trife] Let off the Jackey Don, rollin' the dice with a happy arm Everything good, money on wood Bank stoppers, I send them home broke Have them all in they stash, bettin' they own coat I takes it all, fifty and better, you make the call Watch you break your all, big sixes cuz I'm a nigga who don't like to fall High roller, see how my dice kiss Push you pay me, and if I roll trips you pay me twice bitch I rocks, believe it or not Come broke to a dice game, step off and leave with a knot Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot What's in the pop? A 00 g's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked 4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks You wanna walk, broke your ass down the street with a bop The drinks is on you tonight, from my peeps in the spot [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (do whatever you do best, yo) Get your dollar (up the ladder to the hill of success) Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do) Just pop your collar (pop us, do us) |
|||||
|
|
4:08 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
(feat. Trife & Superb)
[Intro: Superb] Yo roll, yo' roll My roll, my roll Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son My roll, tell that bitch Keisha come here Tell that bitch Keisha come here man (Two dutches, hollar, hollar) Niggas rollin' for money over there dunn (It's on a breathin', it's slice on I want that honey's bracelet) Gettin' it over there [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo what's in it? Three M's in the bank Shoot it, oh you gotta stop? Six bitches, to the top A four and better, beat the five I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice Son I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life Money feed good, all downs is a bet Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet Open up the pool, get a dicin' room Aight bitches, use Pampers, girls need a nice room That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophic If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me And 'Von bring it too, he on his way to come get me He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats I got a quarter-mil in each of my first sleeves The rest is in my longjonhs, boots and jeans Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three Come in the buildin', nigga [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (do whatever you do best) Just pop your collar (up the ladder to the hill of success) [Superb] Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down and bet three M's So you know what happened to him He got three rounds, we all ex-dealers Ex-killers, we gon' ride to the death for the skrilla I hold my own and rep my niggas Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures He told me not to worry, all cheques is clearin' So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance And I survive through project experiences You wanna roll dice or roll and ride? No matter, you gon' get holes inside See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni You fuckin' with a metaphor King Pin You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang Wu, you fuckin' with them? Dun, do you wanna gun to make you slim? So I'ma pop my collar, get my dollars Pop all parlors and fuckin' with money scholars? Matter of fact I'm gonna fuck with rockweilers [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (do whatever you do best) Get your dollar (New York, up the ladder to the hill of success) Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do) Just pop your collar (New York, say no more, New York, say no more..) [Trife] Let off the Jackey Don, rollin' the dice with a happy arm Everything good, money on wood Bank stoppers, I send them home broke Have them all in they stash, bettin' they own coat I takes it all, fifty and better, you make the call Watch you break your all, big sixes cuz I'm a nigga who don't like to fall High roller, see how my dice kiss Push you pay me, and if I roll trips you pay me twice bitch I rocks, believe it or not Come broke to a dice game, step off and leave with a knot Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot What's in the pop? A 00 g's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked 4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks You wanna walk, broke your ass down the street with a bop The drinks is on you tonight, from my peeps in the spot [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (do whatever you do best, yo) Get your dollar (up the ladder to the hill of success) Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do) Just pop your collar (pop us, do us) |
|||||
|
|
0:5 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Fishscale (2006) | |||||
|
|
0:5 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Fishscale (2006) | |||||
|
|
3:59 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
(Raekwon) This Nigga just bought eleven machine guns And he brought them in my crib (Ghostface Killah) Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton Heard Nia Long is in the building Penthouse fashion, ordered out room service It looked bugged cause the waiter looked nervous Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid What I do, duck! Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that it's real Coming looking like he about peel something In a tight jam, red down, matching like santa If I could just reach my hammer He bust two shots, I played mice Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice That's when Rae ran out of the back Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap (Raekwon) Yo, what the fuck happened? (Ghostface Killah) It was a set up to get wet up (Raekwon) Starks your bleeding (Ghostface Killah) Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up Ten G's down the drain Yo hurry up, we got to get him up Get the sheets son, let's fix him up Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch (Raekwon) Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my ices (Ghostface Killah) The hit came quick Hit the jack, star six Ghost (Raekwon and Ghostface Killah) Put down the phone stupid Wipe off your prints (Ghostface Killah) Rae ran hysterically Slipped on soap Landed on his back, with his gat, now that's dope We got three minutes, nobody seen shit Somebody might have heard shit Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock Everything all right? Partying son, balloons popped Threw this dude under the bed A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds Had money in juice up on his wedding day The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me, What you want sweaty, lima beans and kidney Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house keeper Soap suds dripping from his nuts, cut up gut Praying how me make it out the telly and touch (Chorus - Ghostface Killah) Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer Caught up in the grimy shit Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer (Raekwon) Ayo, the pressures on, sonny got murk Its time to move fast Ayo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash Flew out the next day, back to the Tony estates Blew on the first class flight to L.A. It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn So were it came from? That nigga we stuck and took the caine from We should have killed him when we had him Yo I was holding a Magnum Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes We had our eyes closed God, we should have seen it coming He should have seen me coming, running out the shower gunning Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song Dawned on me later on By then the day was gone How dare this nigga even think that he could take us on Smoke the Cee Allah Sent the kite through the Pens Him and big Dan Known to split wigs, with razor sharp gems Giants from Attica riots Halls is quiet CO's with babies on their arms look tight And this nigga from down state got shipped up north Stocky young fella, running his lips on how he set it off Then heard that shit, plus got that kite Money got murdered in his bunk that night (Chorus) |
|||||
|
|
4:00 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
(Raekwon)
This Nigga just bought eleven machine guns And he brought them in my crib (Ghostface Killah) Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton Heard Nia Long is in the building Penthouse fashion, ordered out room service It looked bugged cause the waiter looked nervous Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid What I do, duck! Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that it's real Coming looking like he about peel something In a tight jam, red down, matching like santa If I could just reach my hammer He bust two shots, I played mice Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice That's when Rae ran out of the back Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap (Raekwon) Yo, what the fuck happened? (Ghostface Killah) It was a set up to get wet up (Raekwon) Starks your bleeding (Ghostface Killah) Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up Ten G's down the drain Yo hurry up, we got to get him up Get the sheets son, let's fix him up Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch (Raekwon) Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my ices (Ghostface Killah) The hit came quick Hit the jack, star six Ghost (Raekwon and Ghostface Killah) Put down the phone stupid Wipe off your prints (Ghostface Killah) Rae ran hysterically Slipped on soap Landed on his back, with his gat, now that's dope We got three minutes, nobody seen shit Somebody might have heard shit Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock Everything all right? Partying son, balloons popped Threw this dude under the bed A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds Had money in juice up on his wedding day The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me, What you want sweaty, lima beans and kidney Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house keeper Soap suds dripping from his nuts, cut up gut Praying how me make it out the telly and touch (Chorus - Ghostface Killah) Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer Caught up in the grimy shit Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer (Raekwon) Ayo, the pressures on, sonny got murk Its time to move fast Ayo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash Flew out the next day, back to the Tony estates Blew on the first class flight to L.A. It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn So were it came from? That nigga we stuck and took the caine from We should have killed him when we had him Yo I was holding a Magnum Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes We had our eyes closed God, we should have seen it coming He should have seen me coming, running out the shower gunning Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song Dawned on me later on By then the day was gone How dare this nigga even think that he could take us on Smoke the Cee Allah Sent the kite through the Pens Him and big Dan Known to split wigs, with razor sharp gems Giants from Attica riots Halls is quiet CO's with babies on their arms look tight And this nigga from down state got shipped up north Stocky young fella, running his lips on how he set it off Then heard that shit, plus got that kite Money got murdered in his bunk that night (Chorus) |
|||||
|
|
5:37 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
The joy the flowers bring me
The pain still has me sinking All while the heart gently weeps Your smell has got me shrinking The tears in your eyes are twinkling Because the heart gently weeps Snowy night fiends basing A Raisin in the Sun was amazing The joint on the dresser a gauge went off Jumped up fish tank it fell and they stuck They shot her cousin LaVon he owed a buck Willie was awful pulled out the ratchet let off two Grits fell on his leg Kiana ripped the cold bowl He violent a Island nigga with the talent six killas who just came home from straight wilding Robbing everything in Macy's Lacy short haircut With long arms who furk niggas got four babies vette jabber her slapped her wig off ran in the crib She did the dumb shit my nigga then clapped her Lester smoked Chester sister Vest I heard it was a mess They ripped the apple out her throat blessed her Hungry hyenas from Medina all eight trained us Who got reluct think fast and blast from Beamers I brought my bitch out to Pathmark she's pushing the cart Headed to aisle four damn I got milk on my Clark's That's what I get not focusing from hitting that bar My mouth dried need plenty water quick I feel like a shark In the aisle busting them paper towels and wiping my Wally's down I stood up to face a barrel he's holding a shiny pound It's him he want revenge I murdered his Uncle Tim I sold him a bag of dope his wife came and copped again That bitch is crazy and uh she brought her baby She knew I hard the murders a smack it killed her man though Now I got his furking nephew gripping his gat you'se a bitch You better kill me you know you're booty You pulled your toolie out on me motherfurker First thought was to snatch the ratchet said furk it and furking grabbed it I ducked he bucked twice this nigga was furking laugh I wrestled him to the ground tustle scuffle constantly kicked him He wouldn't let go the joint so I furking bit him Shots was whizzing hitting Clorox bottles Customers screaming then the faggot ran out of hollows I had to show him what it's all about Next thing you read in the paper 'A man who came to kill gets knocked out' I don't know why nobody told you Man's not supposed to cry Though we're just babies and you're so crazy How tears of joy bring so much life Yo aiyo yo yo yo You on ya way to the store nigga grab me a Dutch I'm mad as furk my dude my count was short when I was bagging it up Now I need liquor nigga pass me a cup What's up with Officer Brown The other day he tried to shackle me up He killed Kase and now he hassling us This motherfurker got balls even the gaul to try and patten me up Time to re up let these niggaz know we back on the block With the hundred off a G pack cracking the spot I don't know why nobody told you Man's not supposed to cry Though we're just babies and you're so crazy How tears of joy bring so much life The joy the flowers bring me The pain still has me sinking All while the heart gently weeps Your smell has got me shrinking The tears in your eyes are twinkling Because the heart gently weeps |
|||||
|
|
2:35 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000) | |||||
|
|
2:35 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000)
Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna see it? I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya New Ghostface! [Ghostface Killah] Yo deep in the trenches Wig, young black green beret Chrome laser guns blazing at spades Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid 10 niggas call it Tai-Chi Black blades, one hundred dollar seats Hold up, we at the opera Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper Chunky ass necklace Must be her birthstone John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome Told ya eyes up on her prince Fucking with Diana Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White Fingering Pamela Lee We on the balcony Dare one of ya'll to Malcolm X me Somebody might catch a Kennedy Yo let me adjust my lens Through these binoculars I paid 5 g's sliding off like Kid Vitamin Viking Patriot of Broad Street Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen [RZA] Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark With the Benz parked Up against the boulevard Starks had the bone sparked One cop tapped the window glass Like a cymbal crash, "What the fuck son! You trying to break glass?" He flashed his badge, "License and registrations" At that moment His fat partner started chasin' Chicken heads they was racing wit' they hearts pacin' For snatching gold Trying' to dip into the god's basement Our location Lead steel shed spread Cracked shorty head Left sweetie there for dead Ghetto poodles Fingers sticky from cheese doodles Starving' for a 50 cent bag of Oodles and Noodles Neighborhood sick wit' it Clinton 'bout to cut WIC Maybe one ya'll rich rap niggas need to politic Reach for the sky They throw bleach in your eye Don't teach you why You be keeping 'em high Dipped like an Oreo cookie In cold milk, bold silk Gold-filled cap, Wu wear hat, Low tilt True Islamic We speak verbal rhyme phonics Why ya'll trying to change this hip hop to technotronics? [RZA] Don't go against the grain (the grain) Don't go against the grain (the grain) Don't go against the grain (the grain) [Ghostface] Girl! [RZA] Because of you I'm hurting Within my within my heart I know it's not right to be flirting But a relationship has to start You're the one that I'm clocking It's time for you to start jocking Don't want you to see me cry This is why this is why this is why [RZA] I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder [Ghostface] Hey yo god don't fuck with her! [RZA] I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz [Ghostface] Hey yo lord don't fuck with her! [RZA] I rocked a hoe named Tina from the heart of Medina [Ghostface] Hey yo kid don't fuck with her! [RZA] Yea that girl Kit Kat she got the good poodle cat [Ghostface] Hey yo nigga you better fuck with her! |
|||||
|
|
3:11 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
[Raekwon - sings] I see buds that are green, red roses too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.. [Chorus - Ghostface Killah and Raekwon] It's the illest little story for all the girls and boys Wonderland you should see it, ch-yo Animated actors that become ya toys Once you see it, don't believe, ch-yo [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, my wiz play the flute, I stroll through the forest like Peace, pussies, trees, hello, how was your day? Have you seen the prince? Haven't seen him since he pushed Humpty Da-Dumpty fell off the fence The smurfs fell out laughin', Heckle toe Jeckle at min, They took my medicade card, he's a good friend Bugs still sniffin', Daffy Duck snitchin' And heard that crazy Bird took the stand on the Simpsons Bet you "my golly, oh glory" with a story to tell Droopy got knocked, now he Muslim in jail His name is Abdrul, Colorful, Snow White tattoo She used to send him mad flicks in Cash Rule And the cat too, old girl who's clackin' her shoes And that wicked witch broke her broom, clappin' at school It happens every night, I seen it, shoot outs in Jellystone Park Kermit had the whip, he did from the Narks They bagged Woody, Shaggy shot dead in his hoodie Tweety did the Bird, "I thaw, I thought I thaw a putty" Ghost, please you don't even want to know Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go... Ricochet Rabbit had a habit, he was savage Bruto slapped, Magoto slapped out his glasses backwards Magelity used to come to class wit rachets He was known in the hood, plus good for his classics Slashes, blast four-fifths, diamond cut, hollow point tips Big Boy bustin' out his corderoy fix Eleven, way beyond is little boy fit Magoo, he gon' catch him at the teachers' conference So later that week durin' open school night Everybody there, saw open school fight Blows is big, Olive Oil was pissed The wolf was too, they murdered one of the pigs He said, "What great big heat you have" He replied, "Fuck my gun I'll eat you fast" He said, "What great big teeth you have" "Mothafu- you better look at all the beef you have" [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] After that though, Jerry, Tom's the cat, Ruther Rats Riff rat, courageous cat, Jossie and the Pussycats Porky Pig ripped shag, Elmer Fudd's double snub cartoon gat Had sat in the back of the Hat, the hippos had O's Wilma had fucked Johnny Bravo Richie had his shit snatched then yapped at a live show That bitch dollar boated yo, Astro screamed on Dino That's what he gets for ass-betting Snoopy C-low Goofy had kilos, big hole in his nose, wind blows Heard he was Moe, and showed how he rolled Peter Pan's the man, he heard Grammy was blood-ed She shot Ms. Piggy, she's superior on her set Pippy Long Stocking had it poppin' Her and Barney had an army out in pink house, the shit was rockin' Guess who got rich and bounced? Scrooge McDuck, he had an ounce Ain't no money out in CandyLand, we out... |
|||||
|
|
3:10 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
[Raekwon - sings]
I see buds that are green, red roses too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.. [Chorus - Ghostface Killah and Raekwon] It's the illest little story for all the girls and boys Wonderland you should see it, ch-yo Animated actors that become ya toys Once you see it, don't believe, ch-yo [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, my wiz play the flute, I stroll through the forest like Peace, pussies, trees, hello, how was your day? Have you seen the prince? Haven't seen him since he pushed Humpty Da-Dumpty fell off the fence The smurfs fell out laughin', Heckle toe Jeckle at min, They took my medicade card, he's a good friend Bugs still sniffin', Daffy Duck snitchin' And heard that crazy Bird took the stand on the Simpsons Bet you "my golly, oh glory" with a story to tell Droopy got knocked, now he Muslim in jail His name is Abdrul, Colorful, Snow White tattoo She used to send him mad flicks in Cash Rule And the cat too, old girl who's clackin' her shoes And that wicked witch broke her broom, clappin' at school It happens every night, I seen it, shoot outs in Jellystone Park Kermit had the whip, he did from the Narks They bagged Woody, Shaggy shot dead in his hoodie Tweety did the Bird, "I thaw, I thought I thaw a putty" Ghost, please you don't even want to know Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go... Ricochet Rabbit had a habit, he was savage Bruto slapped, Magoto slapped out his glasses backwards Magelity used to come to class wit rachets He was known in the hood, plus good for his classics Slashes, blast four-fifths, diamond cut, hollow point tips Big Boy bustin' out his corderoy fix Eleven, way beyond is little boy fit Magoo, he gon' catch him at the teachers' conference So later that week durin' open school night Everybody there, saw open school fight Blows is big, Olive Oil was pissed The wolf was too, they murdered one of the pigs He said, "What great big heat you have" He replied, "Fuck my gun I'll eat you fast" He said, "What great big teeth you have" "Mothafu- you better look at all the beef you have" [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] After that though, Jerry, Tom's the cat, Ruther Rats Riff rat, courageous cat, Jossie and the Pussycats Porky Pig ripped shag, Elmer Fudd's double snub cartoon gat Had sat in the back of the Hat, the hippos had O's Wilma had fucked Johnny Bravo Richie had his shit snatched then yapped at a live show That bitch dollar boated yo, Astro screamed on Dino That's what he gets for ass-betting Snoopy C-low Goofy had kilos, big hole in his nose, wind blows Heard he was Moe, and showed how he rolled Peter Pan's the man, he heard Grammy was blood-ed She shot Ms. Piggy, she's superior on her set Pippy Long Stocking had it poppin' Her and Barney had an army out in pink house, the shit was rockin' Guess who got rich and bounced? Scrooge McDuck, he had an ounce Ain't no money out in CandyLand, we out... |
|||||
|
|
2:28 |
|
||
|
from Ghostface Killah - Ironman (1996)
Raekwon:
(Yaknowhatimsayin'? You on the corners and shit. Ya know? Just gotta be on something. Hands down shit. YaknowhatImean? Just keepin' ya eyes and ears open at all times while we rhyme and shine. For my dedicated niggas who love this shit. Doin' this like this. Word up. What's the phenomenon? Carry on Don. Tranquilizin'.) Verse One: Raekwon Ay yo, movin' on these niggas like they old soul, bro You know how we go, we go shift 'em out like Paleco Fine, proteges off top connectin' like a buildin' Four dollar whylin' niggas buildin', savin' the children Come on now, check out the view like a oceanfront Slow motion in cunt, takin' what we want You know a kid asiatic, holdin' power like a Craftmatic You like your fish fried or battered, that day he ratted Check out the movies from Guyana, just eatin' in Atlanta Makin' some pirate moves out of Savannah Yeah, rock them niggas like jewelry Arabics movin' blow like aerobics That's when his nose itch, yeah That means it's all in effect I'm hittin' you, I'm hittin' Buddha Island Bermuda, send that twenty-shot Ruger Continue to slam and mend you like a venue Get all up in you, oh yeah your friend too, respect Wu Yeah, keep the faggot niggas watery Rhyme for rich niggas who supported me, shorty pussy extorted me So it's a science now, RZA, cuttin' they pockets like scissors Cindafella found him a Wally slipper Splashin' ends in the glass Benz in Nevada Flashin' gems, eight-and-a-half Tim state robber All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit Get on some foul and proud shit Cheatin' many Koreans bein' all that I can be an' Put down on thirty keys an' get to fleein' Light up a tree an' Don't be breezin' like a blowdryer Yo, you's a liar like Jeremiah gamin' on the flyer Yo, but buryin' niggas is carryin' Thug drug marryin', hittin' Marion off at the Clarion All my Spanish niggas love us We movin' like rush ya, bone crush ya At the flick, stick to usher Broke niggas, spot 'em like Cascade in the street Masquerade Faster Blade |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - 36 Seasons (2014) | |||||
|
|
2:33 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah I see everything I see everything YouknowhatI'msayin? It's like when we come through You better have your fuckin third eye open You know, cause thats what time it is YouknowhatI'msayin? Cause it's like, when you walk You striving for perfection That's what we doing Understand? So all that little fake shit out there We know the science on that We done seen that shit from, from From difference of angles YouknowhatImean? It's like, yo kid, for real Wu-Tang, we set off a lot of shit in this shit kid YouknowhatImean? But you know, you know us We play it calm, humble YouknowhatImean? But I just be checking out niggaz darts and I be like Damn, them niggaz, them niggaz is Really, really, really, really, really They gonna stay shit! Uh ha, uh ha ha YouknowhatImean? But it's all good cause I'm the soul controller YouknowhatImean? Rather I say we the soul controllers The bottom line, like I said Deal with freedom, justice, equality You know? Keep shining, add on Food, clothing, and shelter All my niggaz, go pick up uniforms Go, when you buy this album Go pick up uniforms, for real YouknowhatImean? Cause don't think we doing this just for anybody We doing this shit for certain niggaz kid Certain people rather, certain Certain fans, certain supporters Certain delegators, word What the fuck man, I'm tired of seeing these Fake ass niggaz fucking, running with the fucking globe Ain't even, ain't even really seeing it the Way it, it should really be seen YouknowhatImean? It's like, if you going to spread mathematics Spread it right YouknowhatImean? |
|||||
|
|
2:33 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah I see everything I see everything YouknowhatI'msayin? It's like when we come through You better have your fuckin third eye open You know, cause thats what time it is YouknowhatI'msayin? Cause it's like, when you walk You striving for perfection That's what we doing Understand? So all that little fake shit out there We know the science on that We done seen that shit from, from From difference of angles YouknowhatImean? It's like, yo kid, for real Wu-Tang, we set off a lot of shit in this shit kid YouknowhatImean? But you know, you know us We play it calm, humble YouknowhatImean? But I just be checking out niggaz darts and I be like Damn, them niggaz, them niggaz is Really, really, really, really, really They gonna stay shit! Uh ha, uh ha ha YouknowhatImean? But it's all good cause I'm the soul controller YouknowhatImean? Rather I say we the soul controllers The bottom line, like I said Deal with freedom, justice, equality You know? Keep shining, add on Food, clothing, and shelter All my niggaz, go pick up uniforms Go, when you buy this album Go pick up uniforms, for real YouknowhatImean? Cause don't think we doing this just for anybody We doing this shit for certain niggaz kid Certain people rather, certain Certain fans, certain supporters Certain delegators, word What the fuck man, I'm tired of seeing these Fake ass niggaz fucking, running with the fucking globe Ain't even, ain't even really seeing it the Way it, it should really be seen YouknowhatImean? It's like, if you going to spread mathematics Spread it right YouknowhatImean? |
|||||
|
|
4:05 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[unknown conversation which carries over from the last track]
That's black? Whattup God? Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word? *blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! Yo! Hold the fuck up Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough) Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty) Yo, bring backup (ci-ty) Fuckin with me, and mine Murderous [Inspectah Deck] Check it, yo The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone Label them my anus and the casualty's home It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade ride the wave like Frankie Avalon As I decipher AIDS crime pays The law's long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs before I bomb firearm The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster Composer was shook I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke Deep throat this murder I wrote The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure By every measure lethally inject your whole sector Wanted dead or alive Rebel I escapes across the desert sand leavin no footprints to trace Keep a war face, in your place Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks I still shine in shady times Yeah, yo We livin just enough (livin just enough) Just enough (in the ci-ty) Just enough, for the ci-ty Yo, in the jungle I make moves like Iron Monkey Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs Know the science be my Goddess The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence And break the project silence, a vision This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison Before we're all goners, now embrace the world for the world war is ocean bomber Visionary soldier comma My code of honor, mind still start from the drama Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror Military chopper come gun down the slum The outcome do or die Son it's bound to come Mentally aware I see truth within the square The future's here catch me on computer software Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through Like Nat Turner create a spectacle I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin forty devils We livin just enough Just enough Just enough For the ci-ty Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu |
|||||
|
|
4:05 |
|
||
|
from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
The City
[conversation carried over from last track...] That's black? Whattup God? Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word? *blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! Yo! Hold the fuck up Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough) Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty) Yo, bring backup (ci-ty) Fuckin with me, and mine Murderous Inspectah Deck Check it, yo The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone Label them my anus and the casualty's home It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade ride the wave like Frankie Avalon As I decipher AIDS crime pays The law's long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs before I bomb firearm The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster Composer was shook I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke Deep throat this murder I wrote The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure By every measure lethally inject your whole sector Wanted dead or alive Rebel I escapes across the desert sand leavin no footprints to trace Keep a war face, in your place Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks I still shine in shady times Yeah, yo We livin just enough (livin just enough) Just enough (in the ci-ty) Just enough, for the ci-ty Yo, in the jungle I make moves like Iron Monkey Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs Know the science be my Goddess The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence And break the project silence, a vision This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison Before we're all goners, now embrace the world for the world war is ocean bomber Visionary soldier comma My code of honor, mind still start from the drama Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror Military chopper come gun down the slum The outcome do or die Son it's bound to come Mentally aware I see truth within the square The future's here catch me on computer software Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through Like Nat Turner create a spectacle I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin forty devils We livin just enough Just enough Just enough For the ci-ty Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu |
|||||
|
|
4:09 |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - Fishscale (2006) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from Stomp The Yard (스톰프 더 야드) by Tim Boland, Sam Retzer [omnibus, ost] (2007) | |||||
|
|
0:51 |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Legendary Weapons (2011) | |||||
|
|
3:19 |
|
||
| from Wu-Tang Clan - Legendary Weapons (2011) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Ghostface Killah - 36 Seasons (2014) | |||||
|
