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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Wu-Tang Clan
Gravel Pit [RZA] 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... HOOK: Paulissa Morgan Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killers bees black watch (black watch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...] [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...] Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen [Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... [Ghostface] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the techs and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit... Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets I hear the hot shit [Meth over hook to end] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Intro: (LP Version)
He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of passion You don't trust me huh? Well you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz Chorus: Raekwon the Chef Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowin by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs Wit Mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax niggaz lyrics is wack nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar's Palace eatin salads We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in RapPage But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan Chorus Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs, swithc like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children Leave the buildin Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure Like Lou Farigno on coke Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it! Chorus ...politic ditto ...get lifted in the staircases |
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Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight It's Yourz Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4 It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! |
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[Method Man]
Yeah, torture motherfucker what? What? I'll fuckin I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost With your ass cheeks spread out and shit Right? Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there For like a half hour Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like Yeah, I'll fuckin Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat Ooooohhhh Whassup? BLAOWWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick Off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker I'll fuckin I'll fuckin Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you [Genius] Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggaz is wailin, check it out kid From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef You-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber Band, I be Sam Sam I am And I don't eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this ain't your average flow Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don't forget your forty And we gonna do it like this I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes Question what exactly is a pantie raider Ill behavior savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm (check it) Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sex pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missiles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fading motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd And ya didn't have friends to begin with I'm M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Here I am, here I am, the Method Man [RZA] Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a swarm (Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid) (Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gat Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I roll like a bat out of hell Evil
acapell's fly spittin out of my grill Before I hit the sky with springtime colors Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II We like Dorothy Hamill on ice We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late I'm lookin real good, draped out Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style Hand me the matches now Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up Beats break, the nigga would take off his time Honolulu status, gladdest the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice Niggaz came clumped out Just came home, now they bunked out Money be longer than triple life til the sun burn out, that's my word Move it with the burner out Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians [Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this [both] Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous [Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life [both] one time in the respectable mind repeat Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks Witness, forget his, original statement Even in protection programs there's no escapement Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck And as they nervously stare, I know they scared They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square Household name, assassin, killa bee Mill to the grain, that posess the Wu, trilogy Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend Those that got styles, they got identical twins Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky without skills, they master the art of mimicry But I go line for line on the whole page Your unspotted life on the mic is old age rocket |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger code red danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal too hot to handle Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth Movin on your left And set it off get it off let it off like a gat I wanna break full cock me back Small change they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over but they don't know no better But I do true can I get a sue Nuff respect due to the one six I mean ohh yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical Ooh what grab my nut get screwed Oww here comes my Shaolin style True B A B Y U to my crew with the suuue Yo ya best protect ya neck First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center you enter the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats if rap was a gun you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom bangs like African drums Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius Take us the fuck outta here The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20 watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Reunited cuz it feels so good (Yo, yo, niggaz ain't shit) Reunited cuz we're understood (Your bitch ain't shit) There's one perfect thing and (Your momma ain't shit) children this one is it (Your daddy ain't shit) We both we're so excited cuz (You ain't shit) we're reunited, hey! hey! (Niggaz ain't shit Your momma ain't shit Your daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, you ain't shit Yo, yo) Reunited, double LP, world excited Struck a mass to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-ass beats, them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor Casual dresser, you may dress fresher The way that I speak this shit is energetic My physique of meat is quick atheletic Remove all MC's who disapprove that my funky fresh particle always have the groove You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite All negative on the mic, I dislike Try to rock the mic but only will reduce Try to get loose, you juice as a youth Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right Try to be talkative, there's no alternative Hide until I forgive, this motive I am unique with the perfected physique The objective of my rhyme is my own technique I maintain the paradise on this Earth with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth Watch a nigga catch a purse Super-hero niggaz die Do my dirt, get away and multiply You bitches, ya nice guys Always want bitch, because ya need mine I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show Cuz nobody can't fuck with me! You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money! Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin? When I was young, I was taught how to produce the science of babies gettin loose I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt We ain't sayin nuthin I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert Love potion, plenty bones I put up What!? What!? What!? What!? You know what time it is, mothefuckers! Reunited and it feels so good (It's Wu mothefuckers) Reunited cuz we're understood (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers) There's one perfect thing and children this one is it We both we're so excited cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! (It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers) I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan. We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin? I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down. Master P, you holdin it down. KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down. Give Snoop my love, E-40. MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond. This is family, I don't give a fuck! Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga! Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get down! knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit! KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz! Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! Bitch, I got to go! (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[martial arts movie sample] Yeah, yo, aight Pass the meth! (nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!) Yeah, aight kick the raw style, yeah Fly that fuckin sack Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who tr |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[Oh, fuck, you can't even sing]
Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it raawww!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! Sh... Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any fifty two states I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! [I like the way you come] Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! (Repeat) |
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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 |
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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 |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: kung fu sample from
"8 Diagram Pole Fighter"] Today I'll talk about kindness Justice, faith and kindness I want you to listen carefully Kindness and faith, are the foundation Without them, we can't become good people And with justice, we know we can lead a good life And how can I be a good man then, eh? Well, first of all, you have to practice honesty Uhmm... Keep your temper, never lose control of yourself Keep control... Be patient, if you learn to do these things, you can master anything [Chorus: The Persuasions "Gypsy Woman" sample] Out of nowhere, there came a caravan This was around a campfire light A lovely woman in motion Her hair was as dark as the night [Method Man] Cruising on the interstate, just follow while I innovate Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate Front and get ya dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait I'm trying to bring the "Sexy Back" like Timbaland and Timberlake Spitting like a calico, kush from a Cali hoe Tell that joker "tally ho", put shots in that Denali, yo RZA you know how we go, on them 20's, that's how we roll And I don't eat berries but eat a Berry like Halle though The game criminal, my, my chain figaro My, my dames pigeon-toed, I'm still the same nigga though Uh, kid rock a fitted low, still got a wicked flow And I'm like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw [Ghostface Killah] On anything that RZA throw, Ironman's invisible I left my chick for cheating on me, now that bitch is miserable Popping bottles, painting hella Wallo's on my physical We gon' have a ball, might as well pick a testicle Purple haze festivals, smoke a nigga like a bowl F**k a coma, now the state you laying is a vegetable You wanna see me? Like you ain't checkable You like a CD, I burn you and I wrecked a few... [Chorus] [Interlude: kung fu sample (RZA)] Only God, has lept into avenged mind And can, distinguish good, from evil Hahaha (Aiyo Cappa) [Cappadonna] We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house Call me a dreamer, but I hustle for real You thought that I fell off but now I'm attacking the field All in Chicago, grinding, putting it down Crush blocks of MC's, I ain't playing around Yo, you heard me on The Bassment, giving it to 'em Fake dudes hiding theyself, but I could see through 'em Diggler, what? I'm trying to live and raise kids While you throwing up ya sign, I'm laying 'em down, kid Plus, I'm back home now, doing my thing Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring [Chorus 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] A good friend, holds his drink Bad company makes bad wine! Drinking among friends Red wine means a good life A few drinks bring comfort Two drinks are enough Money can't buy courage Riches mean nothing to us Brilliant, a display of genius |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: Method Man]
If you got it, light it up [8X] [Method Man] Ain't no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot, fiends is cooking 'em Little niggaz hugging the block, cops is booking 'em Women hugging they purse when they spot the crook in 'em Back when little J got shot, pops was whooping 'em Little noses dripping with snot, ock, now look at 'em The ghetto got a hook in 'em now, drugs, stay pushing 'em Used to throwing dirt in these blunts, now, it's kush in 'em Used to tell these chicks to shut up, now, he's shooshing 'em Get cash, get that ass, or put a foot in 'em Iron Flag, flag that cab, Bedford and Put-e-nam There ain't no puss in 'em, dick, dildo, or gush in 'em Niggaz still got that juks in 'em [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) If he drunk and he run his mouth (Get 'em out ya way pa) If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) (Get 'em out ya way pa, move, move, move) [U-God] I'm seduced by the chrome, it's a ruthless poem It took a little time to get his juices going Producers know him, as the kid with the Iron Palm Righteous hammer, examine the firearm Approach or get fired on, permanent chest scar Empire Strikes Back, check out the Death Star Bless y'all, wet y'all, do the impossible Where I'm from, we use dum-dums in the arsenal Highly sparkable, get stretched off the knuckle check Known to scuffle, I take it to the upper deck Universal conquest, kung fu, buckle vets In a dufflebag, max yo, a couple techs Give 'em ear hustle, Wu brand, we programmed Next time we dance, it won't be a slow jam I fear no man, son, you get lynched up Nigga bitch, get Frankenstein stitched up [Chorus] [Masta Killa] Yeah, voice skipping off percussion Give it to 'em how they love it, slow flow, deadly, beloved All praise, the daunting, calm yet So alarming, without a word being spoken A thought with no voice, just a nod and a look The contract was took, straight cash, off the books A major pawn took a Don, look, he's armed With a few black rooks from the heart of the Crook Shook ones look while they hung him on Hercules hooks They found his body near a shallow brook, escaped on foot Switched the look up, out of state, he got the hook up The flipped cake, thought lighter than the feather Yet heavier than weight, when my mindstate starts to break, take cover Over RZA instrumental, I'm damn near invincible, it's simple [Chorus 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] Tell me, what are they like? They got holes in the top, five round holes While I was watching, this stranger, hit them But his fingers went right through the bone So then, they've... mastered it It's some style of kung fu, you know it? The Skeleton Claw |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
We got butter
We got butter Gonna go Gonna go One thing for sure keep you a vault Keep a nice crib fly away Keep to the point Keep niggas outta your face who snakes Keep bitches in their place keep the mac in a special place Keep movin for papes Keep cool Keep doin what you doin Keep it fly keep me in the crates Cause I will erase shit on a real note yous a waste Its right here for you I will lace you Rip you embrace you Put a nice w up on your face Word to mother you can get chase It s nothing to taste Blood on a thug If he gotta go All I know is We be giving grapes This is a place from where we make tapes We make them everywhere stealing all We be making base You’ll be making pace These little niggas they be making shapes Our shit is art yours is trace This is the way that we roll in the street You know when we roll we be packing the heat Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go This is poverty island man these animals don’t run Slums where the ambulance don’t come Who got the best base fiends waiting to smoke some Approach son Ask him where he getting that coke from My dudes hug blocks like samurai shogun Cause no v and no ones Equalin no fun Who wanna treat they know huh Body to go numb A woman need funds plus her hair and her toes done It is what it is though You F**k with the kid flow You make it harder to dough the harder the get go Harder to pimp flow harder when it snow The pinky and the wrist glow Cause here we live fo Get guap and get low But first off you gotta get the work off To get from the curse boss Yeah See im the shit Them dirt on the fifth know Hustling from the get go The motto is get mo This is the way that we roll in the street You know when we roll we be packing the heat Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go We was quiet flashy brothers Strapped all along with the dirty 38 long 12 hour shift gate took case in state you think he wont hold his weight put the money on the plate and watch it get scraped We get ape up in that club Off that juice and hen And its an no win situation F**king with them You mean like Ewen at the front of the rim Finger roll a dutch Million dollar stage is touched Techs gauges bust Trust no one The lone shogun Rugged tim boots stompa Damaging lyrical mass distruction laucher Nothing can calm the quakage When I break kid Peace to my brothers up north Doing state bids This is the way we be rollin in the street You know when we roll that we be packing the heat Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go This is the way we be rollin in the club You know when we roll that we be packing 32 slugs Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
Peace to the God peace dog
Pull out a little liquor Shame on a nigga I heard the reapa' done came to get'cha So I done copped this fifth a vodka and in ya honor I grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas Some say it's bad Karma what you do Man it come back on ya Music gotta support them crack corners Now Imma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty Damn it hurts me I hate it when brothers go early I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending Word to my son he gone remember you Rubbin' on a statue in his lab that resemble you and what it meant to Wu Us formin' like a family you just blew You was the chess piece on the board that made us look true Watchin' ya pen swish you loved fryin' kingfish You da pearl in the ocean I'm up on the land pissed Now you movin' more prestigious Me Hittin' the streets I know it's real guess I slept with the black Jesus I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I became weak when I heard that his body expired It was hard for me to believe that my brother retired Suddenly the clock stopped and the room started spinnin' How can he walk off the field durin' the first innin' I cried like a baby on the way to his pace of death Hate not bein' there the minutes before he left Now I'm in the booth 10 feet from where he lay dead I think about him on this song and what he might have said I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending When I first heard the word I needed air to clear my head I know you didn't say what I thought you said my brother's dead you crazy Another dirty prank to get the family cranked up niggas shouldn't play like that I know how you feel god but it's real and I still can't believe and my heart still grieves the loss Ason Unique loved wine and fine women we singin' on tour ooo baby we like it raw I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I popped a bottle on your dog tried hard not to cry I still can't hide the scars And I still ask why to God Alalyzin' ya form as I stood ther beside ya moms And I share the blame cuz you was callin' for help kid Shoulda coulda woulda had the time I was selfish I carry on your struggle each day it really hurts me I really miss you Russel hope you forgive me Dirty I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending On the crash and put my fist through Shout out to Dirty that the whole world missed yo Reach out and kissed you in your coffin my heart races I drop tears and watch my nigga fall form greatness It's all wasted flushed down the drain and Soon as the news hit me I bust out with pain and Rivers I cried my brother just dies Imma see you my nigga on the other side I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending Ah man how do I say goodbye It's always the good ones that have to die It's hard to live without you God I said no doubt you when you said that the passion of Christ was all about you From the God mobile to to Brownsville Florida to Ohio to Portlan to Park Hill You interrupt the Grammy's said Wu for the kids Took four five shots when they rushed in your crib Crack ya ribs cops shot ya whip You been chased by the pigs on a four year bid Crashed cars still came out without a scar They try to keep your free spirit trapped in a jar So you'll keep your mouth shut And won't tell the world who's who and what's what and prolly go nuts How we treat them hoes How we treat them hoes I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending Mistakes behind me cast shadows to remind me |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
Aiyo we came through thumping
like elephants The new Range is super charged I remains intelligent Back to the formula lord hard grammar This is God school make sure the lobby ain't jammed up Excalibur swords T Rexes bibles of rhymes We in the lunchroom weed and veggies for breakfast Polo campus sicker lances the crisp Hundred dollar kick niggas that be showing you hand steps Back to the dormatory where niggas Broke my forearm and index finger now you write glory True holding my flag it's all engraved in my blade So when I wave it you gon' say Rae mad Now 28 Days Later now Wu's up do something you can't It's blood in my eye I might get amped To rip something down the billboard holders is back So when you see me you gon' say he gets down From darkness to DNA I move with my brother And we resonate energy that shifts in colors Bringing MC's punishment then I'm done with it The meter leave way on the fast break I run with it It was not a hobby but a childhood passion That had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned Every line to line bar for bar is clockwork Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt Check the total amount of MC's inflicted With torture from moving with work that's restricted We criticize producers til they joints are right Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light Hitting them from well conced firing positions With explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen Drastic pyroclastic connected with the same old Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano Bill like the Green Bay Packers sack like the linebackers Hang with niggas like redneck crackers Strangle cold bottles of Beck's like a vexed German Duck low behind the car my tech burning Neck burning from eight karats of sunlight Absorbed in the grill Big Pun like Lord of the Wu Tang sword know what that means Like J R Tolkien it's the Lord of the Rings This is my man Chef auto like Grand Theft Auto The 18th letter followed by the mark of Zorro Plus A not for apple but I pack an apple Shorty try to buck back and knock me off the saddle Caramel pecan sundae Pregline Plump breasts was filled with saline Her big booty cousin nasty Nadine Get you on the floor whore tried to double team Is he still that nucca Is he in the hood like that Is he really strapped Will he really split yo' shit I thought you said he rap Pull up in the yard ten sets He ain't flexing microphone ripping heat holding Who testing Rope a dope his black lotus Can't quote this chat with the sword tongue Duck when the axe is swinging wild Apache drum Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts he won't quit Can't tell em nothing he grown give the man room Space was demanded beat banging through the speaker Voice heat seek missle guided at the listener Swing to the gospel catch up and wet at the brothel Unstoppable direction of my flow optional To the ear depending on the current of air the crowd's in |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
She's my number one gangsta chick
She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do You'se a starter like Candice Parker Take flight like Skywalker might wolf it on ya father Still the athlete play of the week G P A 4 0 and the game's complete Skintone buttercream all defensive team Dreamgirl like Jennifer Hudson you're my Queen To be I'm ya King keep ya under the wing Together we can capture the ring You the human highlight body type just right Hairdo stay tight go hard ball all night Allstar shine so bright Hall of famer about to take the game to new heights You're my number one draft pick Madonna classic No look dunks to the basket yeah that's mine that's mine She's my number one gangsta chick She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do Blunt smoke fifth hundred stroke I'm going nuts full clip shoot up her fat lips And round butt catch Heat when I'm In Too Deep The answer beeps she take dives on the busiest streets Whatever situation or the circumstances Outdoor indoor she's taking the chances Hotel motel or Holiday Inn Overlooking that bible she continued to sin Spread wide on the desk paperwork all in a mess While the ceiling fan blowing her dress Ten minutes of jerking along with the slurping Her skirt hid her talent until I raised the curtains Showtime at the Apollo she'll follow my lead Then get on her knees then swallow her pride Strapped and ready to ride She's my number one gangsta chick She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do Yeah that's my down bitch That's my down bitch anything she do for her man If it's lying on the stand fish frying in the pan She a Queen like Liz the third wicked curves On her word stay still rocking linens and furs While she do it in the sack jazz music in the back Flat blew a nigga back act two I'm into that Damn right she the star of my team When we stepped on the strip baby girl we the heart of the scene Whether Brooklyn Bronx Manhattan or Queens Staten Island she styling if not she's not seen Playboy status every man's lust She acting all shy but she likes handcuffs I'm the first on the court first to hit the dance floor The floss in this rap sport what more can ya ask for Let ya glass pour Wu Tang is here now All my Independent Women time to let ya hair down Bottles popping everything is fair ground Fresh legs window shopping can't help to stare it down You'se a starter cuz I chose ya first Baby you'se a starter where you throw that skirt Lady you'se a starter where ya hold it down Yeah I'm Cold Blooded then ya love my style This is rush hour traffic first one to merk off It's like clockwork first to get ya work off I'm the workhorse Killa Bee performer Pro darter starter not a bench warmer what She's my number one gangsta chick She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
See I was raised up on these mean streets
Im from the projects, right where poverty and hell meets Im searchin every day to find a better way, I gotta Hustle,steal to get my pay before I hit bottom Now some might say I'm already there But who are they to judge or question what I do so I dont care Tired of eatin cheese sandwiches with no meat Tired of watchin all the playas from the same street So its a life of crime, some might sing a rhyme To escape the ghetto before the flatline Choices to make,what am I gonna do Gotta use my talents that gonna put me through Hook: Gerald Alston Now with success I've become a target They wanna set me up,I guess mo money equals more problems They wanna get me,wanna hit me, strip me of my riches They want to cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches And I cant take it,but I'm gonna make it (Fading as Meth's verse starts : Fight to stay alive) Verse 1: Method Man I was raised on these meen streets You know,where poverty and hell meet Brothers get jelly,lifes for sale cheap Since my momma held me in her arms to tell me That its a cold world I dun held heat And held myself down, lots of bodies and shells found And niggas takin anything that aint nailed down We fell down,aint hard to tell now I aint tryin ta see the cell now Or see momma put the house up for sale now So Ima give all I got,to try a nd get that guap Nigga,Im hot with this hustle, go ahead and get the cops I used my talent to get more fickis Unlike these little cornerstore niggas Go change your drawers niggas Hook: Method Man,Gerald Alston Now with success I've become a target They wanna set me up,take me hostage Or take me down some notches They wanna hit me, wanna stick me,get me for my riches They wanna diss me,wanna clip me, leave me stiff in ditches And I cant take it,but I'm gonna make it Verse 2: Inspectah Deck |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Sample]
The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts the fists are the arrows, the body is the bow All movements have to be.... [RZA] I'm the 7 in the center of the sun, I keep shinin My inner light would turn my baby's tear drop to small diamonds That be twinklin, while my love be sprinklin We stay young while your old wicked faces be wrinklin ALLAH's the most gracious, he made the universe the most spacious Seen and heard in all places, but still appear faceless Embraces all races, all caste and all cases In every spec of life he's the substance of all traces [Break] The answer to all questions, the spark of all suggestions Of righteousness, the pathway to the road of perfection Who gives you all and never ask more of you The faithful companion that fights every war with you Before the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you searchin for the oracle A mission impossible, purely philosophical But you call him on your death bed when you layin in the hospital [Break] And as you play all day like the grasshopper who work and toil Like armies of ants carrying stones of soil Building a home for themselves and storing food At night we praise ALLAH and adore the moon In sync like the flow of the Nile, the growth of a child Only fearin' GOD, we great a ghost with a smile That which is spirit is spirit, which is flesh is flesh Meaning life has no partnership with death [Break] Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by those who met us They had ears of corn and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, essentially lead by the false teachings And eventually pledge their allegiance To that which was against them and exempt them from the truth Then juiced them and pimp them ?? So the church can rise, while their babies home hungry covered with flies Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Trying to harness the wind ALLAH's the father from without and within On Christ return, who will announce him? Every tree is numbered, but who can count them? The name of all things on this world, who can pronounce them? ALLAH is the father of all, why do you doubt him? [Sample] The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts the fists are the arrow, the body is the bow All movements have to be ?? The wrist must be strong and the fingers powerful Fast, high kicks, a good firm stance Avoid the enemy's strong points |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: movie sample (Raekwon)]
On the firing line... lock, one round load Ready on the right? Ready on the left? Ready on the firing line? Watch for ya targets (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) pay attention [Raekwon] Welcome to the fish fry where niggaz get burnt to a crisp Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this" Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas 'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said Lay on ya hands, let the Branson break bread High energy, all my niggaz a kin to me Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me Nikes with the low goose on and I've been a beast Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones With water, dough, acid and gold classics All my niggaz who pump, the spirit'll jump out and grab shit Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets (caskets) Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing (maxing) [Interlude: Inspectah Deck (movie sample)] Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up) [Inspectah Deck] The nozzel aim, rip through ya frame for pocket change Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top Used to be a general, just lost your spot Animal House, two grand'll handle ya mouth Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God Graveyard Shifting, different day, the same thing The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds (It was all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only Sharp with perfection, homey, ya mind is a weapon [Interlude: movie sample] Relax, you got ya muscles tight, relax Word... Word... [Chorus: Method Man (U-God)] First we told y'all niggaz, then we showed y'all niggaz, huh? (We gon' take it back with this) By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh? (We gon' take it back with this) Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang" (We gon' take it back with this) When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember (We gon' take it back with this... let's go) [Ghostface Killah] Armored truck money, Shazam bangles, play the throne like Julius Caesar, gorilla mob, slash, Killah's gaurd Fake passports and visas, all of my goons They be carrying spoons, because boom, he had a massive seizure Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published Detroit bitches out of town be dying to f**k us This is real talk, shank lullabyes Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL's Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guarding the post Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in ya area Ain't tryin' to hurry up We like rebel niggaz powdered up wilding in the streets of Liberia No matter the crime, I'm beating the case If I'm a wrong, a chair hit a judge right in his face Shitting shanks out, come to court dates Mittens on shines with blood Wally's that's the color of wine [U-God] Talk to me, my criminal mystique Kick back the boards, six thousand a week Pay homage, what the don beat, you're a minor threat I see ya sweat roll down ya cheek And ya soft and sweet, ya talk is pork Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat And the cost ain't cheap, my advice is priceless Bring back the life that ya thought was lifeless The Way of the Gun, son, who the nicest? S.K., no stungun, smooth devices Time Crisis, I played the game, low lifers In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite ya F**k that bitch, ya wife don't write ya Cancel her, buy another one just like her Pipers in the bucket of ice taste righteous Today's mathematics when we build in cyphers The baby automatic kill like Air Force strikers I'm still Asiatic when I spill the hypeness [Interlude: movie sample] The dark, and this place will come here That's right! [Chorus] |
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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 |
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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) |
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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" |
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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 |
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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 |
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from Nature Sounds Presents Natural Selection (2006)
Uh huh, uh huh
[Verse 1:] You take on face value how fast the light travel It's Heaven sent gift from the Universe Blessings, tired of Offerings There's no Compromisin' the truth It might blow the roof off Exposin' the Germ, take Worm Poison animal eaters you must learn Let me teach you how to see through six Risin' above the mist, the Naked Eye can hardly detect When I'm in Effect, Live and Direct It's the East New York section of Brooklyn Bangin' ass beat make you wanna free Techniques We spray the Arts sword swingin' Peace in the Heart Sharp as a nigga on Prom Night We strike wit a Vengeance Givin' y'all the Maximum Sentence Each sentence is like a Timeline for you to Define How to rhyme coincide and relate, to my last take 'No Said Date', say it loud "Yo I'm Black and Proud" The Cracker fuckin' backin' for any form of disrespect To my Nations ? Season race and paper chasin' For the God to agree Guarantee to disassemble any MC stepin' in the place to be Off the head I wrote this one in Red For the Blood of all my people that said it For the Cause, our Microphone ripped so swift [Dr. Benjamin Muhammad:] 'What is Justice'? 'Justice is the law that distinguishes between Right and Wrong' 'What then is Justice, that we may do Justice?' 'The face of a killer is your face, my face, our face' [Verse 2:] This first MC Law He swore to make the crowd Raw Came up through the floor drew his Mic from his hip and begin To squeeze Clip, son said "Don't kill 'em as quick" Let 'em do tray, palm stay 18 Jay Who made it possible for you to witness? First born built the Weather to Storm Bees Swarm like Hundred Women scorn This is warnin' to the people we sip in sour Breezin' through the Caroline Distribution Pipe line spark it equal Guarded people as Divine makes it's final Descent To the Pavement, we laced it, keepin' it basic Who is this 'Irief Jamel' Ring Bells through out the City? A few know 'em well -> The Description Black Male Wit the Universe who flag drippin' off as the Bell [Dr. Benjamin Muhammad:] 'God is the Number One Killer' 'He out killed...Genghis Khan...Kublai Khan ...?*Pambalane*?...Yes he did' 'He out killed Hitler...out killed Mussolini' ...Out killed Napoleon' 'When God gets ready to kill he wipes...Cold, Complete' 'God the Killer' |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true, The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style [Chorus] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin' sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin' gold, no doubt And you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that Carryin' gats but yo, my Clan Rollin like forty Macs Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo sew, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger [Chorus] I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin' Bust this, I'm kickin' like Segal, Out For Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on [Chorus] Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! A mud hole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin' through ya back swish Givin' bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin' prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You want to bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame Who sellin' gain, I'm givin' out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin' Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin' ruckus [Chorus] So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on So bring it on Punk nigga! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
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</script> Basically, can't fuck with me Verse One: I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental's based on instrumental records hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the King But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the Force Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus Bustin at me bruh, now bust it Styles, I gets buckwild Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze Chorus: Is it real son, is it really real son Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real Interlude: Booster And when I was a lil stereo (stereo) I listened to some champion (champion) I always wondered (wondered) Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha) Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!) And de gargon summary And any man dat come test me (test me) Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that) Verse Two: Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke off the set comin to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit And it's gonna get even worse word to God It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo' What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me* Northern spicy brown mustard hoes We have to stick you *horn sound of car racing by* Chorus Outro: I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off and make you kneel in some staircase piss I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills You motherfuckers (So???) So fuck the hoe Fuck the hoe (Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
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</script> (Ol' Dirty Bastard) Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now! Ain't none of them niggas can't fuck with me! What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga! Dirt fuck you up right now! What? What? What? I bust your motherfuckin ass boy! I ain't no motherfuckin joke, you know who you talkin to (Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up) Ol' Dirty Bastard, I fuck you up right now Yeah, what? What? (Shame on that nigga yo He ain't sayin nothin, fuck him!) I'm the one-man army, Ason I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out I drop science like girls be droppin babies Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason, I keep planets in orbit While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass 'cause I create rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burnin? Well, fuck it, now you're learnin how, I don't even like your motherfuckin profile Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW! Not seen and heard, no one knows You forget, niggas be quiet as kept Now you know nothin Before you knew a whole fuckin lot Your ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown To watch me put your fuckin ass lo-o-ow down As you can go, below zero without a doubt I've never been tooken out by a nigga, who couldn't figure Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) how to pull a fuckin gun trigger I said "Get the fuck outta here!" Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host Introducin, yo fuck that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! Get me like slow-mo with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit So I take yo ass out quick The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep' CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death You got shot cause you knock knock knock "Who's there?" Another motherfuckin hardrock Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back... (Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard) Shame on you, when you step through to the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! (Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard) What? My nigga... Shame on ya... |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
Up from the 36 Chambers
Heheh, it's the Ghost Face Killahh Wu-Tang Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, you-God Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple The Brand White K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah, better known as the Yin and the Yang The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin' through Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things Killa beez all over your fuckin' planet Thirty-six chambers of death Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome Peace, and every fuckin' borough Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island The motherfuckin' Bronx, killa beez The sword? C'mon, give him the sword [Chorus] Clan in da front, let your feet stomp 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 The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical Fuckin' wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald- Ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow 'cause the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow And shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA One who just represent the Wu-Tang click With the game and soul, of an old school flick Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own I'll hang your ass with this microphone Make way for the merge of traffic Wu-Tang's comin' through with Full Metal Jackets God squad that's mad hard to serve Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves [Chorus] The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!" Your wack ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggas on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid? 'cause I don't know ya therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants ah human feces! Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time come strapped with a fuckin' Pamper How ya sound be |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
<i>[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]</i>
The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible <i>[Verse One: U-God]</i> Raw I'm gonna give it to you, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains <i>[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]</i> Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is coming through with nuff niggas and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweating, stressing, contesting you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggas are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver driving, there's no surviving <i>[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]</i> Rough like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and you're the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealing styles in phat stacks I've only been a good nigga for a minute though 'cause I got to get my props, and win it you I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eating beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill niggas fathers <i>[Chorus: Method Man]</i> My peoples are you with me, where you at? In the front, in the back killer-bees on attack my people are you with me, where you at? Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats <i>[Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard]</i> Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low.. I'm cherry bombing shits... BOOM Just warming up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happening Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clapping and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be somebody! Grab the microphone go straight to the phone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff tough rough, kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes coming raw style, hardcore Niggas be coming to the hip-hop store Coming to buy grocery from me Trying to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe getting low with his flow Introducing, the Ghost..face.. Killer!! No one could get iller <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]</i> Speaking of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and you're I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kicking that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flipping and tripping Niggas is jetting I'm licking off son (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!) <i>[Verse Six: Masta Killa]</i> Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at you We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim You scream as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKING CONTENDER <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
(dogs barking)
(ODB) All y'all bitches put your naps together And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch Hoeeeee! Yah ha heh De, hayyyy! Ah ha he hay De, haaaaa! Errr hah hahhhr Haaaaaaaah He hawww, heahh She flew in like calm breeze Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees I went coconuts Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch! Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup Don't invite me I tear the fuck down White ones cut my toupee! Seventh day rester, or scream play I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass Bullet him, get him fast Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash The dog piss on MC's like trees Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese Hoeeeeee! Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggaz De, haaaaa And you bitch ass niggarettes Bitch! Hoeeeeee! Motherfuckers! (RZA) Let that bitch go! Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight Hoeeeeee! (Method) Stankin ass hoes! You're the type of bitch don't appreciate sheeeit Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down *SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones in the backyard, of someone else's house Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass That means hoe, you been shit-ted on! I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn (ODB) Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa Hoe, ohhaowwohh! Hoeeeee, de heyyyy (This is dedicated to all y'all bitches) De, haaaahhhh Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa Ahahaahaaah Fuck y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
Yo, one two one two Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
It's the Wu, creepin in the shadows Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang) "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Sir I, Excalibur "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tan |
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</script> "In an enemy land..." "Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises, we could cripple their national defence. So, you Professor Finkle, the world's greatest expert on electricity must devise the destruction of Starks' mighty guardian, Ironman." (Ghostface Killah) Yo, summer time holdin the 9, split the Vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass Bank stoppin, high-derox hydrolic Kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate Fuck your corny debates I'm like cake or maybe like $10,000 rabbits The kid walked thru, switch up his accent "Now I'm from Paris" Cash the bill, frozen element, Seagal Signs from the most high causes me to break them all How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin? You think I fell off the ledge? The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead? Never, Impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils to gallants, hit 'em if we go to Bustin at y'all niggas daily Wall-to-wall, Hawkins Suckin your teeth cuz God chain-talkin like Ghostface this, Ghostface that Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap Valored down like the sheik of Iran Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housin Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas You know what? Eh yo, fuck this Eh yo, how can I move the crowd? First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed Here's the instructions, put it together It's simple ain't it? Well, quite clever *singing* Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine You stood for somethin, ugh Tupac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so We want y'all both to know We really love you so Eh yo, I'm Gucci down Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound Ask niggas how I get down Don't speak much, deluxe plush Imaginations holdin all like Willie Hutch You might've bumped into me on the Riker's bus Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese Come on, we juggle mic's We come on all the amps, advance the final Show these niggas how the way we dance Hot night, Jamaica Came thru in a boger green '68 Pacer Had mad paper, high as a fuck Truck, 2 rappers got stuck that night I ain't sayin no names, they know who, thank you for the change Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed 30 seconds till we tear and decease Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd The hoe spotted me, knew not to call my name out He walked off softly, we exactly formed like Christ and the disciples Black fatigues, leathal-faced dunnie, he held the rifle We had the whole shit shook, you favorite rapper's droppin they drinks On the low, tuckin they links, we made 80 off the books (Superb) It's like '86, Magic Johnson, no disrespect My metaphors'll keep out The Projects Rap connects'll keep me correct Eh yo, I wrote this on Donnie roof After his funeral, on one knee Thinkin his killer's followin me So to my nigga Donnie, up there Can you please tell God that we fucked up here? We got beer, weed, guns, AIDS All these obsticles, it's hard to make it nowadays Watch the Devil in it, some say it's our fault If that's the answer, you know smokin can cause cancer Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind My tape stay at the beginnin cuz that's how they rewind Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine If you don't bring me some motherfuckin cognac, I kill you I can't feel you Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars I fuck with rockwilders, no leashes, no collars Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
Wu-Tang Clan
Gravel Pit [RZA] 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... HOOK: Paulissa Morgan Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killers bees black watch (black watch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...] [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...] Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen [Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... [Ghostface] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the techs and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit... Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets I hear the hot shit [Meth over hook to end] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
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</script> Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze) Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming! Chorus: Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!) Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks) Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatcha wanna do? Whatcha wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lex Diamonds) Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I'm shootin downtown I'm rockin hats and you wig is all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah Chorus Verse Three: Cappachino Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets Outro: Method Man Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It's the after party and bitches want to fuck Chorus: Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch and what they titties sucked, ice cream Yeah, your guts Chorus: 3/4ths Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That's for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
Intro: (LP Version)
He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of passion You don't trust me huh? Well you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz Chorus: Raekwon the Chef Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowin by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs Wit Mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax niggaz lyrics is wack nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar's Palace eatin salads We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in RapPage But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan Chorus Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs, swithc like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children Leave the buildin Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure Like Lou Farigno on coke Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it! Chorus ...politic ditto ...get lifted in the staircases |
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Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight It's Yourz Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4 It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
[Method Man]
Yeah, torture motherfucker what? What? I'll fuckin I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost With your ass cheeks spread out and shit Right? Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there For like a half hour Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like Yeah, I'll fuckin Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat Ooooohhhh Whassup? BLAOWWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick Off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker I'll fuckin I'll fuckin Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you [Genius] Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggaz is wailin, check it out kid From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef You-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber Band, I be Sam Sam I am And I don't eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this ain't your average flow Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don't forget your forty And we gonna do it like this I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes Question what exactly is a pantie raider Ill behavior savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm (check it) Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sex pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missiles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fading motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd And ya didn't have friends to begin with I'm M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Here I am, here I am, the Method Man [RZA] Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a swarm (Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid) (Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
Reunited cuz it feels so good (Yo, yo, niggaz ain't shit) Reunited cuz we're understood (Your bitch ain't shit) There's one perfect thing and (Your momma ain't shit) children this one is it (Your daddy ain't shit) We both we're so excited cuz (You ain't shit) we're reunited, hey! hey! (Niggaz ain't shit Your momma ain't shit Your daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, you ain't shit Yo, yo) Reunited, double LP, world excited Struck a mass to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-ass beats, them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor Casual dresser, you may dress fresher The way that I speak this shit is energetic My physique of meat is quick atheletic Remove all MC's who disapprove that my funky fresh particle always have the groove You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite All negative on the mic, I dislike Try to rock the mic but only will reduce Try to get loose, you juice as a youth Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right Try to be talkative, there's no alternative Hide until I forgive, this motive I am unique with the perfected physique The objective of my rhyme is my own technique I maintain the paradise on this Earth with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth Watch a nigga catch a purse Super-hero niggaz die Do my dirt, get away and multiply You bitches, ya nice guys Always want bitch, because ya need mine I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show Cuz nobody can't fuck with me! You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money! Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin? When I was young, I was taught how to produce the science of babies gettin loose I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt We ain't sayin nuthin I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert Love potion, plenty bones I put up What!? What!? What!? What!? You know what time it is, mothefuckers! Reunited and it feels so good (It's Wu mothefuckers) Reunited cuz we're understood (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers) There's one perfect thing and children this one is it We both we're so excited cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! (It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers) I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan. We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin? I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down. Master P, you holdin it down. KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down. Give Snoop my love, E-40. MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond. This is family, I don't give a fuck! Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga! Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get down! knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit! KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz! Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! Bitch, I got to go! (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
[martial arts movie sample] Yeah, yo, aight Pass the meth! (nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!) Yeah, aight kick the raw style, yeah Fly that fuckin sack Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who tr |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
[Oh, fuck, you can't even sing]
Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it raawww!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! Sh... Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any fifty two states I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! [I like the way you come] Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! (Repeat) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
*([Background:] After laughter comes tears)
After your laughter there'll be tears* [Verse One: The RZA] Yo check yo yo, check the script, me and the gods get it ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip Had a box, 'Boom Boom' the bass will blast We was laughing at all the girls that passed Conversation, brothers had begin to discuss (Hey yo, Ra, remember that kid ya bust?) Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh HA Not knowin, exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer Didn't expect to come across a crazy gunner "Hey Shorty, check it for the bag and the dough" But he was brave, looked him in the eye and said "No!!" Money splattered him, BOW! then he snatched the bag In his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave. Girls screamin, the noise up and down the block (Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!) I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood, all over the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was... Aw man! How do I say goodbye? It's alway the good ones who have to die Memories in the corner of my mind Flashbacks, I was laughin all the time I taught him, all about the bees and birds But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words *(After laughter comes tears) After your laughter there'll be tears* [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer] Me and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelter Bout to hit the skins, from this girl named Thelma Now Thelma had a rep, that was higher than her neck Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed Three o'clock in the morning, something gots to give Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next Here, take this raincoat, and practice safe sex He seemed to ignore, I said be for real She's not even worth it, to go raw deal A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do He got butt-naked and stuck the power U Twenty minutes went by, my man went out, without a doubt I'm not pumpin' up, I am, airin out Hey yo, he came out laughing with glory I'm surprised, he's still livin' to tell his story But he carried on with the same old stuff with Stephanie, like a whammy, he pressed his luck Both tried to be down with O.P.P. Ain't nuttin' wrong, but he got caught with the H.I.V. now No life to live, doc says two more years So after the laughter, I guess comes the tears *...there'll be tears* *(After laughter comes tears) After your laughter there'll be tears* *...there'll be...* *(After laughter comes tears) After your laughter there'll be tears* |
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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 |
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