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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
We doing this baby,
Oh shit! What the fuck happened Nah man, Nah Nah this what I'm a do I'm a get on the phone one time Stupid, yo, eh yo Eh yo Why this shit ain't cooking up right Papi told me this is solid white Fuck it wrap it up take it back up Still in all it's a play out Tired of spending money Might get them niggas laid out Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo Stop acting hostile yo And yo don't point that shit at me Bad enough I gotta come in the crib Wid Spanish niggas using languages and shit I'm feeling like a dick Left the crib wit my hand brolic This is some bullshit Might get knocked take the wrist coward Yo Fernando what happened? Shit cooking up backwards Light up a Back wood Don't make me backtrack Blew it dime it the llelo lay low Saying in my mind Fuck that papi gotta pay off Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it Yo Louis this ain't our product This is Carlos family Oh y'all want to play me like a smoker Coming out my ice choker My man in the back, looking colder Papi yo why y'all want to jucks me Yo listen B, we got the best clientele since '83 Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it Light the stove up Julie go to the store get some flour Sat back burning a big dutch With the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling Now it start drizzling Rainy day murder black won't miss him Still I'm yelling this shit is business But they still ain't gon' violate What I stand for wid these drizzers He took it off the stove run the water Trying to work me yo Knew I shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter He mighta showed more love Than went in the freezer Broke the ice down, pour it in We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through Feeling like Castro's cousin Gave them niggas all of my life All of my paper all my judgement It droppa only like an ounce worth Should I just come out my shirt Go berserk and let the Macks burst Skate off body in the Bronx Same shit Gotti was on Shallah they gonna get yours play it calm Seventeen five was the total plus the five, Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
We doing this baby,
Oh shit! What the fuck happened Nah man, Nah Nah this what I'm a do I'm a get on the phone one time Stupid, yo, eh yo Eh yo Why this shit ain't cooking up right Papi told me this is solid white Fuck it wrap it up take it back up Still in all it's a play out Tired of spending money Might get them niggas laid out Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo Stop acting hostile yo And yo don't point that shit at me Bad enough I gotta come in the crib Wid Spanish niggas using languages and shit I'm feeling like a dick Left the crib wit my hand brolic This is some bullshit Might get knocked take the wrist coward Yo Fernando what happened? Shit cooking up backwards Light up a Back wood Don't make me backtrack Blew it dime it the llelo lay low Saying in my mind Fuck that papi gotta pay off Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it Yo Louis this ain't our product This is Carlos family Oh y'all want to play me like a smoker Coming out my ice choker My man in the back, looking colder Papi yo why y'all want to jucks me Yo listen B, we got the best clientele since '83 Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it Light the stove up Julie go to the store get some flour Sat back burning a big dutch With the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling Now it start drizzling Rainy day murder black won't miss him Still I'm yelling this shit is business But they still ain't gon' violate What I stand for wid these drizzers He took it off the stove run the water Trying to work me yo Knew I shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter He mighta showed more love Than went in the freezer Broke the ice down, pour it in We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through Feeling like Castro's cousin Gave them niggas all of my life All of my paper all my judgement It droppa only like an ounce worth Should I just come out my shirt Go berserk and let the Macks burst Skate off body in the Bronx Same shit Gotti was on Shallah they gonna get yours play it calm Seventeen five was the total plus the five, Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Method Man)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" (RZA) Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we can to polly Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Inspectah Deck) Yo,Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin, one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Raekwon & (Masta Killa) Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too) Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest Gorilla things, monster background with a history You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
(Method Man)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" (RZA) Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we can to polly Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Inspectah Deck) Yo,Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin, one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Raekwon & (Masta Killa) Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too) Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest Gorilla things, monster background with a history You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
[Method Man]
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" [RZA] Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we can to polly Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone [Inspectah Deck] Yo,Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin, one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone [Raekwon & (Masta Killa)] Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too) Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest Gorilla things, monster background with a history You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in [Chorus: Method Man] Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Diciples Of The 36 Chambers Chapter 1 (2006)
(Method Man)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me Whole time screamin, "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" (RZA) Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we can to polly Plus you didn't peep Arief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Inspectah Deck) Yo,Amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin, one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone (Raekwon & (Masta Killa) Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too) Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest Gorilla things, monster background with a history You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in Chorus: (Method Man) Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!" |
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from Raekwon - The Lex Diamond Story (2003)
[Intro: P.C.]
Don't take it per-son-al.. it's only mu-sic Holla at me.. yo! Yo! Ice Water! Yo.. yo. [P.C.] Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in a nigga Fuck a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a nigga Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big weapons One shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch I get money 'cause it costs to floss, nigga you feelin' me? And if not then fuck what you gotta deal with me I've only been here for a minute but haters want to get rid of me P.C. creep with at least three heats And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats [Stumic] Niggas actin' like you don't feel a draft You seen ya man? Tell him I'ma kill his ass And I don't, want to talk I want a mill in cash I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past 'cause it's the, Ice Water, don't get it confused And one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudes It's Stumic, motherfucker and I'm pickin' ya food And ain't no one out you know that my niggas'll do you Let's spit on 'em, rush these niggas and crush several fuckin', will leave a dent out ya liver Only kid in the hood with a mustard ninja Heard you broke down good, well I fucked ya sister [Chorus 2X: Stumic] Eh yo we Wyld in Da Club, style in the club This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug [Break: Polite singing] Yo I keep my gun on me, what the fuck why'all want from me? why'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh-huh This ain't no joke, it's for real My niggas they totin' they steel All it takes a phone call and they ready to ride Get ready to die [Polite] Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spoken Nigga, welcome to the Hell, the gates is open (uh-huh) Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speaker Who deep enough to flow with the reaper? Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle Leavin' niggas crippled, my niggas ball 'em like Kerry Kittles You niggas makin' it hard, it's really kinda simple If a nigga gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple [Ultra] Official I do this, rude maneuver I use the Rugers to keep the bullets movin' through ya Weak anatomy, fuck the small talk and flattery Ya power is weak, to beef you need much more batteries Keep it genetic, or dead it, Ice Water Inc. we said it Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach Niggas don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em Dead in the club and let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club Is you gon' fuck around and be the nigga dead in the club? (Yeah? Uh-huh..) [Chorus 2X] [Raekwon] Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' down Ski mask, Chanel shit, move like a terrorist click Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our dick All you know is Rae look good, he hood Envision the flips, I make money like them niggas who take money Fresh out the can, Duran look, Astro van The ill Castro, rap Son of Sam More Rugers, more bow and arrows Still no losers, forty five dollars ahead Go at niggas shootin' lyrical leads Stop absorbin, break shit, knock that gay shit out ya head [Chorus 2X] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what This goes back to nineteen.. Ahem, check it, yo GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what? Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse Two: Method Man I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox Verse Three: Inspector Deck Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode Verse Four: Ghostface Killer Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE Verse Seven: Genius/GZA My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Take that motherfucker
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain and yo, set it off Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what? Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse Two: Method Man I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox Verse Three: Inspector Deck Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode Verse Four: Ghostface Killer Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE Verse Seven: Genius/GZA My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
[Tiger style]
[Tiger style] Tiger style Yo, huh, huh Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit There's noplace to hide once I step inside the room Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM JAM, now scream like Tarzan I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome I'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson And the survey said -- ya dead Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat Me fear no-one, oh no, here come The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum! I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up My style carries like a pickup truck Across the clear blue yonder Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T. Now why try and test, the Rebel INS? Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state! *And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with Hyah! Step up, boy! Represent! Chop his head off, kid! The Meth will come out tomorrow, Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro Flow, with more afro than Rollo Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow In fact I'm a hard act to follow I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through Niggaz is like "Oh, my God, not you!" Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie Rather do than die, check my flava, comin from the RZA which is short for the razor Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu! I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you *Repeat Ahh-hah! Yeah Representin Brooklyn Queens Long Island, Manhattan Bronx The Rugged Lands of Shaolin Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta Our boys in Ohio comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh Yo, niggaz from The Source My man Kelly Moon from the GAVIN Rod Strickland, Jason ? and yeah true, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy We ain't nuttin ta fuck wit The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin California squadron comin through knahmsayin? The whole fuckin West coast to the whole East, niggaz from D.C. Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan State Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit all over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy Peace to the fuckin Zulu Nation Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond Wu-Tang slang, choppin heads boy It ain't safe no more! Peace.. |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
These things just took over me
Just took over my whole body So I can't even see no more I'm calling my black woman a bitch I'm calling my peoples all kinds of thing that they not I'm lost brother, can you help me Can you help me brother, please You see what we did, we lost the love I'm talking 'bout the love The love of your own But brother, but brother, but brother, check this out I still don't understand man, I'm all high off this shit man Well, what I'm trying to say my brother Why, why do we kill each other Look at our children, what kind of a future This is the training thats gonna be given to you By the Wu, brothers and sisters The revolution, the revolution It's time to rise, and take our place Will be televised, televised So we can inherit the universe The planet earth belongs to God This is ninety, ninety, ninety-seven Every square inch of it That he chose for himself Is the best part Yeah, the revolution should be, televised) By every strong woman To the highest power You'll find a strong man And by every strong man You'll find a strong woman Wont you agree The universe is not completed Without the sun, moon, and stars Wont you be for real Thats man, woman, and child To the highest power To all you fake ass niggas who Think you gonna survive out here Without your black woman, you're wrong They have attraction powers on the planet I wanna be free We are original man, the Asiatic black man The maker, the arthur, the cream of the planet earth Wanna be free, yeah Father of civilization and daughter of the universe Want to be free, oh yeah The population was seventeen men With the two man indians Making a total of nineteen men for all Being, for all men, all over the planet earth Magneta, magneta, magneta, Wu revolution king yeah Arise you gods, cause the time for the revolutional war Thats the mental war Malcolm X, Malcolm X, Malcolm X Thats the battle between god and devil Gonna be free Take the devil off your plane Take him off your mental mentality Take him off your brain Make a change, from my mind Leave all the ciggarettes and guns The alcohol and everything Thats the mental devil that exists within your body Take this pain Thats destroying and decaying your mind Take these chains, off my mind The mind controls the body Everything within must come out Want to be free Don't look towards the sky Cause there's no heaven above Don't look down beneath your feet There's no hell below Want to be free But heaven and hell exist within Heaven is what you make it and Hell is what you're going through There is only one, god There is a whole new one, faith There is a holy one World, revolution yeah At one time it was told to me Yeah That man came from monkeys, ha ha ha That we was swinging from trees I hardly can believe that unless I'm dumb deaf and blind Save the children You ever heard about the ape man Gonna be free And the ape woman Hey, want to be free You have a mankind That has a beginning to him And its ending is about to come Oooh, yeah If you take one step I will take one with you Through the stormy vein Swim the deepest sea, with you my brother I know, you got to be strong Gotta hold on Now the story is about to close It was a hundred percent of us Save the children That came on the slave ships Eighty five percent of our future They're our future Was uncivilized Poison animal eaters They're slaves of the mental powers Save the children They don't know who the true living god is And all the orchards in the world Save the children So they worship what they know not And let evil lead them in the wrong direction Far fewer men than right Now you got the ten percent Who are rich slave niggas of the poor Who teach the poor lies To make the people believe That the old mighty true living god Is a spook in the sky Save the children And you can't see him with the physical eyes They're also known as blood suckers of the poor Save the children And then you got the five percent Who are the poor rightous people who do not believe The teachers of the ten percent Save the children Who is all wise and know that the true And living god, and teach that the true And living god is supreme being black Man from within Otherwise known as civilized people Also Muslims, and Muslims sons Peace we out [Cut to Kung-Fu clip] I have given it much thought It seems, disaster must come At best, only postponed Shaolin Kung-Fu to survive Must now be taught to more young men We must expand, get more pupils So that the knowledge will spreads |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
took over my whole body So I
can't even see no more I'm calling my black woman a bitch I'm calling my peoples all kinds of thing that they not I'm lost brother, can you help me Can you help me brother, please You see what we did, we lost the love I'm talking 'bout the love The love of your own But brother, but brother, but brother, check this out I still don't understand man, I'm all high off this shit man Well, what I'm trying to say my brother Why, why do we kill eachother Look at our children, what kind of a future This is the training thats gonna be given to you By the Wu, brothers and sisters The revolution, the revolution It's time to rise, and take our place Will be televised, televised So we can inherit the universe The planet earth belongs to God This is ninety, ninety, ninety-seven Every square inch of it That he chose for himself Is the best part Yeah, the revolution should be, televised) By every strong woman To the highest power You'll find a strong man And by every strong man You'll find a strong woman Wont you agree The universe is not completed Without the sun, moon, and stars Wont you be for real Thats man, woman, and child To the highest power To all you fake ass niggas who Think you gonna survive out here Without your black woman, you're wrong They have attraction powers on the planet I wanna be free We are original man, the Asiatic black man The maker, the arthur, the cream of the planet earth Wanna be free, yeah Father of civilization and daughter of the universe Want to be free, oh yeah The population was seventeen men With the two man indians Making a total of nineteen men for all Being, for all men, all over the planet earth Magneta, magneta, magneta, Wu revolution king yeah Arise you gods, cause the time for the revolutional war Thats the mental war Malcolm X, Malcolm X, Malcolm X Thats the battle between god and devil Gonna be free Take the devil off your plane Take him off your mental mentality Take him off your brain Make a change, from my mind Leave all the ciggarettes and guns The alcohol and everything Thats the mental devil that exists within your body Take this pain Thats destroying and decaying your mind Take these chains, off my mind The mind controls the body Everything within must come out Want to be free Don't look towards the sky Cause there's no heaven above Don't look down beneath your feet There's no hell below Want to be free But heaven and hell exist within Heaven is what you make it and Hell is what you're going through There is only one, god There is a whole new one, faith There is a holy one World, revolution yeah At one time it was told to me Yeah That man came from monkeys, ha ha ha That we was swinging from trees I hardly can believe that unlees I'm dumb deaf and blind Save the children You ever heard about the ape man Gonna be free And the ape woman Hey, want to be free You have a mankind That has a beginning to him And its ending is about to come Oooh, yeah If you take one step I will take one with you Through the stormy vein Swim the deepest sea, with you my brother I know, you got to be strong Gotta hold on Now the story is about to close It was a hundred percent of us Save the children That came on the slave ships Eighty five percent of our future They're our future Was uncivilized Poison animal eaters They're slaves of the mental powers Save the children They don't know who the true living god is |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want, money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) [Chorus] Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nose piece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leakin' out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin' dues And the last one is death, back to the essence With that shit you stressin', this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin' Blaze This goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no Plus coolin' in Barbados Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' guards margaritas Suckin' his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin' this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Solid gold crown is shinin' Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' like some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like Noah Bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for 'boutin' It's a mileage resemblin' niggaz who like followin' Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle God steppin' forth upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under Cause I strike, like thunder Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin' dome Piece, deceased, laid to rest [Chorus] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy Fuck Horado Pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin' head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's British rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with eight million Robbed the Brinks and I labeled in royal pavilions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies Cosa cosa, come on |
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from Wu Music Group Presents Links To Poetry (2009)
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want, money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) [Chorus] Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nose piece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leakin' out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin' dues And the last one is death, back to the essence With that shit you stressin', this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin' Blaze This goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no Plus coolin' in Barbados Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' guards margaritas Suckin' his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin' this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Solid gold crown is shinin' Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' like some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like Noah Bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for 'boutin' It's a mileage resemblin' niggaz who like followin' Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle God steppin' forth upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under Cause I strike, like thunder Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin' dome Piece, deceased, laid to rest [Chorus] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy Fuck Horado Pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin' head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's British rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with eight million Robbed the Brinks and I labeled in royal pavilions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies Cosa cosa, come on |
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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 Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Intro: _The Mack_
No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know I keep em broke Wake up one morning with some money they're subject to go crazy you know? I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that You know, but no dough When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (right on) Lyrics: Ghostface Word up, that motherfuckin brother wise YouknowhatI'msayin? Teachin the uncivilized Yeah, runnin the streets, know it's deep Word up, check his technique, yeah I be Ghostface Flippin the, marvelous track Yeah You know the steelo, but yo, yo Check the bangin sounds that I invent Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went They couldn't match up with the fly nigga Wit his back against the wall Heads clapped once I came in the door I played the speaker, sippin on Kahlua Saw this bad bitch wit a switch And yo, I had to step to her in a manner and rather wished the current was warm When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself Yo, I'm the man, and Honey, you've been rated top shelf Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun Never diss em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss em Especially, when you're browsin, goin fishin Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline Physical form is well complexed And yo, I love your outline, Boo Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile Enough to make a hard rock smile You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong You rockin' labels - Tommy Hil down to Claiborne Show me some love hon, show me some love boo Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through Aiyyo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak it Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust And yo, your stee is high potent, yo We can go the distance, I put you under wings From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it Word up, yo, straight up and down yo Check the joint, baby It be the Wu-Tang production Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit And brothas catchin repercussions Yo, straight up |
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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: 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)
[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 Black And White [Explicit Version] (Black And White) [ost] (2000)
Chorus -
(One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost (Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon (Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take cream'n (Four) without me and you the crew just could never be Verse 1: Imaginative mental, blood flyin' the most hardest niggas cock they iron foul, live like a Lion listen to the streets and your gun go off sorta like a show off jungle way of livin', hittin' dro off lifestyle changes niggas see that they gettin' anxious just to throw one in your ski hat watch your language, yeah, you fresher than a Million bucks you got a new hustle, you hardly knew niggas would envy lust they gettin' hungrier and niggas bust they lit a bigger dutch fixin' them Calicos to dig your guts detectives roam niggas come home and got a bigger dome ready to zone on what a nigga own caught in the mischief how can you live when it's a sickness that sorrounds that projects and the trenches walkin' through the bushes at night you gotta be sharp like a butcher knife subtly show up when the jooks is right and everything will have a major like whether it's black or white nobody knows until they snatch your life wake up son, the season's just a thing the mind make up it's only real kid, ha, wake up! Chorus 2x Verse 2: The meat market pardon me, the heat market chill, we got it on lock, the nigga got to sweet talkin' I gotta eat and got the beast targeted relax, my Brothers on 'role, niggas got police barkin' they want us killed, sieze the sargent blowin' each cartridge we ill, realer in each market feel the leather jacket, sleek ostrich unleash the arsonist, just popped the wig off of each hostage make it real and make his niece watch it yokin' Grandmothers up, we kill until his peeps squash it verse is somethin' mean regardless a green jar of harvest just smoke, niggas got the green Garcia's a terrifying team of heartless move on the Narcs's we only on it for extreme profits and anyway we dream darkness I saw it through the Jean Paul Gotier mint green gleam optics So wake up Son, the season's just a thing the mind make up it's only real kid, ha, wake up. Chorus 2x Verse 3: A message from Elijah's kids my eyes opened, got wise on the biz start risin' my wig seen everything I saw before had dreams behind a wall all I wanted was to balance my all make it through feedin' my kind readin' the lines on how the dollar bill is shaped and designed taught from the Eighties talk, build, and protect all Babies strong shelters with strong Ladies a nigga died, died amongst Daisies he did it for the Babies thats peace, feed 'em if they gettin' lazy. Chorus 2x |
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from Black and White [Clean Version] (Black and White) [ost] (2000)
Chorus -
(One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost (Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon (Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take cream'n (Four) without me and you the crew just could never be Verse 1: Imaginative mental, blood flyin' the most hardest niggas cock they iron foul, live like a Lion listen to the streets and your gun go off sorta like a show off jungle way of livin', hittin' dro off lifestyle changes niggas see that they gettin' anxious just to throw one in your ski hat watch your language, yeah, you fresher than a Million bucks you got a new hustle, you hardly knew niggas would envy lust they gettin' hungrier and niggas bust they lit a bigger dutch fixin' them Calicos to dig your guts detectives roam niggas come home and got a bigger dome ready to zone on what a nigga own caught in the mischief how can you live when it's a sickness that sorrounds that projects and the trenches walkin' through the bushes at night you gotta be sharp like a butcher knife subtly show up when the jooks is right and everything will have a major like whether it's black or white nobody knows until they snatch your life wake up son, the season's just a thing the mind make up it's only real kid, ha, wake up! Chorus 2x Verse 2: The meat market pardon me, the heat market chill, we got it on lock, the nigga got to sweet talkin' I gotta eat and got the beast targeted relax, my Brothers on 'role, niggas got police barkin' they want us killed, sieze the sargent blowin' each cartridge we ill, realer in each market feel the leather jacket, sleek ostrich unleash the arsonist, just popped the wig off of each hostage make it real and make his niece watch it yokin' Grandmothers up, we kill until his peeps squash it verse is somethin' mean regardless a green jar of harvest just smoke, niggas got the green Garcia's a terrifying team of heartless move on the Narcs's we only on it for extreme profits and anyway we dream darkness I saw it through the Jean Paul Gotier mint green gleam optics So wake up Son, the season's just a thing the mind make up it's only real kid, ha, wake up. Chorus 2x Verse 3: A message from Elijah's kids my eyes opened, got wise on the biz start risin' my wig seen everything I saw before had dreams behind a wall all I wanted was to balance my all make it through feedin' my kind readin' the lines on how the dollar bill is shaped and designed taught from the Eighties talk, build, and protect all Babies strong shelters with strong Ladies a nigga died, died amongst Daisies he did it for the Babies thats peace, feed 'em if they gettin' lazy. Chorus 2x |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Method Man]
Apocalypse Now Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone wit all that wack shit, now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes [Raekwon the Chef] Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda The style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin like *long inhale* [Masta Killa] As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin the courses of time, devils no longer exist as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin Comin with that lip professin, you must take Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin Mathematics as a tool? Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin Seekin, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm? [Inspectah Deck] Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state [Ghostface Killah] Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in *gun blast* |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
Apocalypse Now
Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone wit all that wack shit, now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda The style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin like As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin the courses of time, devils no longer exist as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin Comin with that lip professin, you must take Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin Mathematics as a tool? Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin Seekin, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm? Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Intro:
[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae [Ghf] Check it out y'all [Nas] It's the science [Ghf] Fly wonderful [Rae] Yeah y'all [Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds [Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean [Ghf] Word up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken [Ghf] Word to the wise [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [Ghf] All types of shit, yo son [Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Nas] Tell em it's on right? [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Do it to em baby [Nas] Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual [Raekwon] Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates In the building niggaz building, like little children starin Them older niggaz aint carin Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour Gun wars my crew phantom like swords [Ghostface Killah] With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks yo I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine And what the fuck is you looking at? By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial You told your boo you was whylin Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books Infirmary niggas are screaming, 'I got drugs!' Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
U-God Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise Wu-Tang Clan I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back Raekwon the Chef Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass Ghostface Killah Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles RZA Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary" Method Man John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot Inspectah Deck New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals Masta Killa This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see GZA From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets { scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade } |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
U-God Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise Wu-Tang Clan I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back Raekwon the Chef Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass Ghostface Killah Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles RZA Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary" Method Man John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot Inspectah Deck New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals Masta Killa This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see GZA From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets { scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade } |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
U-God Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise Wu-Tang Clan I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back Raekwon the Chef Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass Ghostface Killah Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles RZA Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary" Method Man John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot Inspectah Deck New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals Masta Killa This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see GZA From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets { scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade } |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
[U-God]
Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise [Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan] I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back [Raekwon the Chef] Take it back to the fecal, leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles [Chorus] [RZA] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary" [Method Man] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot [Inspectah Deck] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals [Masta Killa] This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see [GZA] From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets [Chorus] {*scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade*} |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Prodigy/Raekwon/AZ)
[Intro: Raekwon & Prodigy] [Rae] You know how it go. You know how it go [Pro] Uh-huh, uh-huh [Rae] There's many out there Many duplicate faggots [Pro] Check this shit, son [Rae] No question. You know how it go, son Ice Water, Ice Water [Verse 1: Prodigy] Infinite, check it out In-stoppable, in-touchable, you couldn't flex on me If you was right next to me And you wanted to (c'mon) I take you fuckin' bullies - let's do this P is deadly, he's just like his music Come through like the Taliban unit Catch me by myself, I'm only sayin' bullshit I don't switch up, I won't change You gonn' have to catch my body to sell my brain An' that's simply the truth Niggaz wanna flip on me, we makin' the news And hopefully, I'll be makin' it home But if not, it really makes me no dickens, it's whatever, yo Fear's not an option, Min(?)'s childish Squeeze your gun, just make sure I'm finished My style is Porsches and XL trucks But my presence alone'll make the good girls fuck I see they wanna rhyme just like P They wanna copy off me, bite my jury Used to scream on they song Now they rhyme calm Takin' pieces of my verse like I gave Y'all, they wanna be, just like the Mobb They wanna observe us, bite our style of dress Bite our style of rap. I see all of that [echoes] [Verse 2: Raekwon] Aiyyo, aiyyo Shoebox with nothin' but bread The lead fly out the magnet Dragged it by his brain and his leg Where I'm from, niggaz is dead But only bury light niggaz, some that take get outta dead I live like a champ, gun king, thumb ring The joint that Kobe gave his girl, that's my son, bling Sooner or later it's war How many good niggaz die? That's the meaning of New York A powerful armour, ration it, all this is tailor made stuff That's me fuckin' with crackers Chef got a iller mood, real deal dude A hundred bar marksman, shoot up the booth and move What you wann' do, lose? I bet all my niggaz right now be stealin' ya food We come from where the babies get blessed, yes This my proposal : come and buy haircut's fresh I see they wanna rhyme just like Rae They wanna cop me all day, watch me in the Mae Flyin' on my way to the bank Yellin' "Goodness gracious, the hood won't even say thanks" But I got a trick for niggaz 'Cause when these heads get up, it's no friends, just business Problem? Meet me in the yard The Ice Water clique with a hundred bars, let's get involved [Verse 3: AZ] Two-three, I'm back out with big Kay Slay New place here, muh'fuckers screw up his face You wanna hate? I'm alive, nigga, grew to embrace All the tribes and tribulations, only few do escape Been through the chase, the incriminatin', the case No feel, the cold steel still the weight in my waist One of the great, eighty-eight, young with cake Duffel bag full of hustle, cash, gun in the safe Some would relate, others wanted rap replaced The nigga's style is how they know me now, but nothin' is play Involved in violence heavily, indirect In car low, with it tinted up, in our reps Been large before niggaz had to guard they chest Before them boys in L.A. put The God to rest B.I.G.! Get money, or starve to death (Yep) Got killers among me, dodgin' the rest Got my (?) in the hood, disregardin' the press No disrespect, I'm a brother so pardon my (?) Blood blower, rep for my boy to follower She the thrower, the whole jail house roust, they all know her More soldiers, it's a war in the game Some niggaz crossed over, nothin' really more to explain And niggaz can't be like me, I'm A.Z I move inconspicously, I'm on point And beefin' ain't a part of my style I'm a boss, player, mastered the art of morale Man of respect, this war when I handle the check But behind jail walls I'm like Hannibal Lec' Motherfuckers |
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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 - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine (Inspectah Deck) I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millenium Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shckling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumblein patrolmen tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, Performin live on you hottest block (Method Man) As the world turn, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life standing firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack In a Streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My people if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's comng from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums (Cappadonna) I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contail cyanide Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods (Ol Dirty Bastard) The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (U-God) Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow For, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound The fake false step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king (RZA) Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare Escape from your dragon's lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream or terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation (GZA) War of the masses, the outcome, disaterous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for their acts Another heart is torn, as close ones gone Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song (Masta Killa) The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none (Ghostface Killah) Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a navy green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold tha fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch it's me, Black Noble Drew Ali came in threes we like the Genovese Is that so? Caesar needs the greens It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz (Raekwon) Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York gank adviser world tranquilizer Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While, my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substatiala Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's sickening Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland. |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Ol Dirty Bastard)
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'm a-rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine (Inspectah Deck) I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies, And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millenium Killa Beez sold fifty Gold sixty Platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble wit' patrolmen tear gas laced the function Heads by the score, take flight, incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin' live on you hottest block (Method Man) As the world turn, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, da hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life standing firm On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack In a streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holdin' back, what? My people if you wit' me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin' a twist my beer cap It's court adjourned for the bad seed, from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried, like a bad perm; what the blood- Clot, we smoke pot and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not Da Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarrone, tearin' up your battle zone, rip through your slums (Cappadonna) I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six can't rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage And get wasted, my deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic Compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion Catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods (Ol Dirty Bastard) The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (U-God) Olympic torch flamin', we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin' deluxe slow For-, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinnin' bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound The fake, false step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilised with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring-king (RZA) Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare Escape, from your dragon's lair--in particular My beats travel like a vortex, Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter-through-your-right-ventricle-clog-up your bloodstream High Terminal, Like Grand Central Station, program fat baselines on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation (GZA) War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victims' families save they ashes A million names on walls, engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for their acts Another heart is torn, as close ones gone Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song (Masta Killa) The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds And leaks sounds that's heard Ninety-three million miles away from came one To represent the nation, this is a gathering Of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief takes the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy From the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none (Ghostface Killah) Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin' like them gray and black Pumas on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink, You had a navy dream Salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincin', thousand dollar court by convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold tha fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch It's me, Black Noble Drew Ali Came in threes We like the Genovese. Is that so? Caesar needs the greens It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz (Raekwon) Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York gank adviser world tranquilizer Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic sit down the beat God Then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's sickening Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland |
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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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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-Tang Iron Flag [Explicit Version] (2001)
(GZA (RZA))
I grew up around block parties ready to rock Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck And each link in your chain is trucked No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout +Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt Now his wigs pushed back Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact (Yo) (Chorus x2: U-God) Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ (Method Man) MC's have the right to remain silent Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'fuckers And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya Like red heat with hammers and sickles I milk like ya baby mama's nipples, got issues It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us Then lord strike me down where I stand at now wit this bottle of Remy, gettin' fucked up child, listen The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC Of course it's Tical! (Chorus) (U-God) The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke The man not for joke, we all out for broke Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome +Rumble+ when we come, boy you better +Run+, +Run+ (Chorus) (Raekwon) Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs Sick winter gear, been on position is where Call him an Asiatic God-body, +Longevity+ Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped Swing through the hood calmly Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George Dust shut shit off, whips spin off Get off, slips, which, wiz Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies Dip wide, dress my shit up, fuck six times, wish mine Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines (Chorus) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag [Clean Version] (2001)
(GZA (RZA))
I grew up around block parties ready to rock Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck And each link in your chain is trucked No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout +Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt Now his wigs pushed back Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact (Yo) (Chorus x2: U-God) Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ (Method Man) MC's have the right to remain silent Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'fuckers And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya Like red heat with hammers and sickles I milk like ya baby mama's nipples, got issues It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us Then lord strike me down where I stand at now wit this bottle of Remy, gettin' fucked up child, listen The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC Of course it's Tical! (Chorus) (U-God) The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke The man not for joke, we all out for broke Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome +Rumble+ when we come, boy you better +Run+, +Run+ (Chorus) (Raekwon) Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs Sick winter gear, been on position is where Call him an Asiatic God-body, +Longevity+ Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped Swing through the hood calmly Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George Dust shut shit off, whips spin off Get off, slips, which, wiz Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies Dip wide, dress my shit up, fuck six times, wish mine Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines (Chorus) |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Moet got me actin' like a fuckin' goat in here
Yo God, remember back in the days God? When we came a long way and shit, man? (No question) Supposed to be blessin' each other on our physical days and shit You know what I'm sayin', it's like basically I wanna hit my family with like land and all of that Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators The whole configuration stackin' paper Yo we do this, on the low though If so, we runnin' John Dolo First thing, you need if you don't know We carry 'cuz it's a real world, show and prove In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that Bust my gat to throw gear on her back Damn son, why she takin' you through that? She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we Wisin' up, take care of home bases Then we slide to another part and start more hatred Life is sacred The other side of that paw, you lie naked Clothes in the box, go 'head take it Flash back Jew status, salute Moms and get ya boots splattered Batting average, ya Mom's had it Just a broke young dumb, full of cum Ready to haunt something, takes something of yours Here you want something, growing up around fifteen Watchin' how the big niggas rollin' wit big cream, big schemes Quick to flash ya gat, laser beam Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave Some be sayin', "Let em breathe" The others wanna deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't achieve? Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo We startin' showin' our asses, committing burglaries One got caught, threw us all off Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk Wonderin' how the sword talk Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York? Kept the waves spinnin' on the cross, of course Come back a little Cutty endorse Risked it for his kids the pain is lost We sittin' back on a better note Yellin,' "Peace God," I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable The Robin Hood of the hood Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood Ha ha I make knowledge born to save self, you know? Who gonna live it, gonna live it, be is to be a born, know I mean? Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection It's a blessing to deliver this lesson While travellin' the planet, extending development And vote for the mind, never ended We now send it long winded, descended Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now With knowledge and wisdom The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Moet got me actin' like a fuckin' goat in here
Yo God, remember back in the days God? When we came a long way and shit, man? (No question) Supposed to be blessin' each other on our physical days and shit You know what I'm sayin', it's like basically I wanna hit my family with like land and all of that Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators The whole configuration stackin' paper Yo we do this, on the low though If so, we runnin' John Dolo First thing, you need if you don't know We carry 'cuz it's a real world, show and prove In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that Bust my gat to throw gear on her back Damn son, why she takin' you through that? She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we Wisin' up, take care of home bases Then we slide to another part and start more hatred Life is sacred The other side of that paw, you lie naked Clothes in the box, go 'head take it Flash back Jew status, salute Moms and get ya boots splattered Batting average, ya Mom's had it Just a broke young dumb, full of cum Ready to haunt something, takes something of yours Here you want something, growing up around fifteen Watchin' how the big niggas rollin' wit big cream, big schemes Quick to flash ya gat, laser beam Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave Some be sayin', "Let em breathe" The others wanna deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't achieve? Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo We startin' showin' our asses, committing burglaries One got caught, threw us all off Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk Wonderin' how the sword talk Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York? Kept the waves spinnin' on the cross, of course Come back a little Cutty endorse Risked it for his kids the pain is lost We sittin' back on a better note Yellin,' "Peace God," I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable The Robin Hood of the hood Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood Ha ha I make knowledge born to save self, you know? Who gonna live it, gonna live it, be is to be a born, know I mean? Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection It's a blessing to deliver this lesson While travellin' the planet, extending development And vote for the mind, never ended We now send it long winded, descended Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now With knowledge and wisdom The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan |
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from Trife Diesel - Put It On The Line (2005)
[ghostface killah]
Good morning, good morning Time to get up Look at the sun so pretty today It's so bright, it's so smashing Lasting, helps out the grass and Smile when it's morning time Last night I wrote 3 rhymes, I woke up to see the sun shine If, God is my witness In scriptures and pictures The sun kiss scrumptious son, it's nutricious It makes me wanna climb Take a bite out of shine This little light of mine Yo, the son could never be pussy, he always come out He'll sit right there, even if you pull your gun out He can never run out, when the lights go out If your pants turn out, a herb head spun around I see yellow and green, it's a beautiful thing The sky's blue, 'cos the sun hit the water like "bing" A reflection (uh-huh) and that's all it is (word) You can't stare at him long, cos your face'll do like this [chorus - ghostface & slick rick] Look who's shining again (oh my my my) We've been rhyming again (oh my my my) Ice be blinding the men (oh my my my) We come through time and time again (oh my my my) [raekwon] Check out my nephew He jumped up in the window just to see you Look what he drew A car, house, always wants to be with you He's just as jolly, he always begging me to let him see you I'm like "probably if you clean up, and read a little" You make people eyes glow You got the weather channel bugging and you stubborn when it snow You my mentor, mothers name their kids after you New slang, nothing personal, we knowin what you been through (sun) you roll like, one in a million yo (sun sun) you always find like, one in a building yo We those babies from day one All I had was you on my birthday baby- think you owe me one The way the world look when you around Prisoners get out, look up, run at you and then kiss the ground You my favourite, I wish we had three more of you I adore you, plus I even go to the store for you [chorus] Look who's shining again (oh my my my) We've been rhyming again (oh my my my) Ice be blinding the men (oh my my my) We come through time and time again (oh my my my) [slick rick] I would die for a sun , can being richer and cruel Reachin a full 98, and got the kids in the pool Isn't it cool how it spreads joy, hons lay in it And it's hard to go back to work, when your lunch breaks finished ? before, so it's a fact I support Feeling the warm sun rays, upon your back as you walk The heat-driven, a theory I plung to deep living is Souls have to go through the sun to reach heaven And, sensing retreat, our souls badden the scene Madame believe, since dinosaurs, and adam and eve That sun's hovered, to the extermination of us It's a peephole, which leads to the firmament above us [rza] Who can take a raindrop And turn it to 3? And drawn up 6 miles, over tropical isles And bring it to the sea [chorus] Look who's shining again (oh my my my) We've been rhyming again (oh my my my) Ice be blinding the men (oh my my my) We come through time and time again (oh my my my) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon chattin with Shy]
Peace God Peace to the Gods How you God? Studyin one-twenty right now Mmmm Call me back at the God Hour [Raekwon the Chef] The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it? [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Raekwon chattin with Shy]
Peace God Peace to the Gods How you God? Studyin one-twenty right now Mmmm Call me back at the God Hour [Raekwon the Chef] The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it? [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - The W (2000)
Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? Yeah yeah yeah.. Historical and monumental shit What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what's best for you y'all niggaz better safeguard your shit Even though we rep brass knuckle rap Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggaz now the corporate boss Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm The way we blow SHIT is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW! Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs That's my specialty, more to bust Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord I analyze your work those that got merked were not established Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry S-5, blowin through Asbury Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse's Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand See the color of the carved out Wu emblem Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him Move up the block, giant box blast my song Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris I zoom in, while the listeners tune in Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed He produce at unattainable rains of top speed This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise Starlight scope, with the night vision device Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice {*GUNBLAST*} |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[both] Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up
[Ghost] Sike! Six niggaz walked in flashing they gems peace [Rae] Aight! One dark skinned nigga fifty-six inch rope wrapped around twice [Ghost] Smash the Gilligan boat with ice [Rae] They threw sign language [Ghost] Ordered hot coffee [both] wit a danish [Ghost] Relax -- whispered, "They rap entertainers" [Rae] Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good kid [Ghost] Laid back handlin hors d'ourves [Rae] It's like round three [Ghost] We too black for BET You memorize the 1 to 40 [Rae] I'm at the 19th degree If a civilized person doesn't perform, his duty What shall be done? [Ghost] Pardon me God, that nigga gotta gun Bulgin out his sweatpants, check out his stance See the side of his grill? [Rae] Look like my cousin Lance Left hand rock a Guess watch [Ghost] Yo I think I did his Clarks he wore the crush bone leather with the strings dark [Rae] Now I remember [Ghost] He from Bear Mountain He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one [Rae] Near the water fountain [Ghost] Seventh round, Chavez bleedin from his right ear Yo keep ya eye on that same nigga from right here [Rae] Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit no socks on Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the fat fur on [Ghost] Workin dem hoes with the fly Wu shirts on Mixed drink session Dunn [Rae] Pour me some more [Ghost] Chef leathered down blinking at Chante Moore [Rae] Tenth round Chavez tearin em down [Ghost] Sweet Pea get ya shit off [Rae] It's like blacks against the Germans [Ghost] Gettin hit off [Rae] Smooth and them walked in [Ghost] Brownsville representin [Rae] They sent a bottle over, autograph blessin [Ghost] Chef pull out the doodle twist the dank pink noodles [Rae] Yo I'm bout to roll one [Ghost] Matter fact twist two of those [Rae] Yo they wound up stoppin the fight Steels took a point away from Chavez [Ghost] Rematch scheduled on October Ninth Rematch scheduled on October Ninth |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
[both] Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up
[Ghost] Sike! Six niggaz walked in flashing they gems peace [Rae] Aight! One dark skinned nigga fifty-six inch rope wrapped around twice [Ghost] Smash the Gilligan boat with ice [Rae] They threw sign language [Ghost] Ordered hot coffee [both] wit a danish [Ghost] Relax -- whispered, "They rap entertainers" [Rae] Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good kid [Ghost] Laid back handlin hors d'ourves [Rae] It's like round three [Ghost] We too black for BET You memorize the 1 to 40 [Rae] I'm at the 19th degree If a civilized person doesn't perform, his duty What shall be done? [Ghost] Pardon me God, that nigga gotta gun Bulgin out his sweatpants, check out his stance See the side of his grill? [Rae] Look like my cousin Lance Left hand rock a Guess watch [Ghost] Yo I think I did his Clarks he wore the crush bone leather with the strings dark [Rae] Now I remember [Ghost] He from Bear Mountain He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one [Rae] Near the water fountain [Ghost] Seventh round, Chavez bleedin from his right ear Yo keep ya eye on that same nigga from right here [Rae] Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit no socks on Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the fat fur on [Ghost] Workin dem hoes with the fly Wu shirts on Mixed drink session Dunn [Rae] Pour me some more [Ghost] Chef leathered down blinking at Chante Moore [Rae] Tenth round Chavez tearin em down [Ghost] Sweet Pea get ya shit off [Rae] It's like blacks against the Germans [Ghost] Gettin hit off [Rae] Smooth and them walked in [Ghost] Brownsville representin [Rae] They sent a bottle over, autograph blessin [Ghost] Chef pull out the doodle twist the dank pink noodles [Rae] Yo I'm bout to roll one [Ghost] Matter fact twist two of those [Rae] Yo they wound up stoppin the fight Steels took a point away from Chavez [Ghost] Rematch scheduled on October Ninth Rematch scheduled on October Ninth |
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from Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets (2001)
(Raekwon)
This Nigga just bought eleven machine guns And he brought them in my crib (Ghostface Killah) Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton Heard Nia Long is in the building Penthouse fashion, ordered out room service It looked bugged cause the waiter looked nervous Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid What I do, duck! Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that it's real Coming looking like he about peel something In a tight jam, red down, matching like santa If I could just reach my hammer He bust two shots, I played mice Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice That's when Rae ran out of the back Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap (Raekwon) Yo, what the fuck happened? (Ghostface Killah) It was a set up to get wet up (Raekwon) Starks your bleeding (Ghostface Killah) Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up Ten G's down the drain Yo hurry up, we got to get him up Get the sheets son, let's fix him up Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch (Raekwon) Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my ices (Ghostface Killah) The hit came quick Hit the jack, star six Ghost (Raekwon and Ghostface Killah) Put down the phone stupid Wipe off your prints (Ghostface Killah) Rae ran hysterically Slipped on soap Landed on his back, with his gat, now that's dope We got three minutes, nobody seen shit Somebody might have heard shit Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock Everything all right? Partying son, balloons popped Threw this dude under the bed A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds Had money in juice up on his wedding day The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me, What you want sweaty, lima beans and kidney Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house keeper Soap suds dripping from his nuts, cut up gut Praying how me make it out the telly and touch (Chorus - Ghostface Killah) Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer Caught up in the grimy shit Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer (Raekwon) Ayo, the pressures on, sonny got murk Its time to move fast Ayo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash Flew out the next day, back to the Tony estates Blew on the first class flight to L.A. It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn So were it came from? That nigga we stuck and took the caine from We should have killed him when we had him Yo I was holding a Magnum Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes We had our eyes closed God, we should have seen it coming He should have seen me coming, running out the shower gunning Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song Dawned on me later on By then the day was gone How dare this nigga even think that he could take us on Smoke the Cee Allah Sent the kite through the Pens Him and big Dan Known to split wigs, with razor sharp gems Giants from Attica riots Halls is quiet CO's with babies on their arms look tight And this nigga from down state got shipped up north Stocky young fella, running his lips on how he set it off Then heard that shit, plus got that kite Money got murdered in his bunk that night (Chorus) |
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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 - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah I see everything I see everything YouknowhatI'msayin? It's like when we come through You better have your fuckin third eye open You know, cause thats what time it is YouknowhatI'msayin? Cause it's like, when you walk You striving for perfection That's what we doing Understand? So all that little fake shit out there We know the science on that We done seen that shit from, from From difference of angles YouknowhatImean? It's like, yo kid, for real Wu-Tang, we set off a lot of shit in this shit kid YouknowhatImean? But you know, you know us We play it calm, humble YouknowhatImean? But I just be checking out niggaz darts and I be like Damn, them niggaz, them niggaz is Really, really, really, really, really They gonna stay shit! Uh ha, uh ha ha YouknowhatImean? But it's all good cause I'm the soul controller YouknowhatImean? Rather I say we the soul controllers The bottom line, like I said Deal with freedom, justice, equality You know? Keep shining, add on Food, clothing, and shelter All my niggaz, go pick up uniforms Go, when you buy this album Go pick up uniforms, for real YouknowhatImean? Cause don't think we doing this just for anybody We doing this shit for certain niggaz kid Certain people rather, certain Certain fans, certain supporters Certain delegators, word What the fuck man, I'm tired of seeing these Fake ass niggaz fucking, running with the fucking globe Ain't even, ain't even really seeing it the Way it, it should really be seen YouknowhatImean? It's like, if you going to spread mathematics Spread it right YouknowhatImean? |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah I see everything I see everything YouknowhatI'msayin? It's like when we come through You better have your fuckin third eye open You know, cause thats what time it is YouknowhatI'msayin? Cause it's like, when you walk You striving for perfection That's what we doing Understand? So all that little fake shit out there We know the science on that We done seen that shit from, from From difference of angles YouknowhatImean? It's like, yo kid, for real Wu-Tang, we set off a lot of shit in this shit kid YouknowhatImean? But you know, you know us We play it calm, humble YouknowhatImean? But I just be checking out niggaz darts and I be like Damn, them niggaz, them niggaz is Really, really, really, really, really They gonna stay shit! Uh ha, uh ha ha YouknowhatImean? But it's all good cause I'm the soul controller YouknowhatImean? Rather I say we the soul controllers The bottom line, like I said Deal with freedom, justice, equality You know? Keep shining, add on Food, clothing, and shelter All my niggaz, go pick up uniforms Go, when you buy this album Go pick up uniforms, for real YouknowhatImean? Cause don't think we doing this just for anybody We doing this shit for certain niggaz kid Certain people rather, certain Certain fans, certain supporters Certain delegators, word What the fuck man, I'm tired of seeing these Fake ass niggaz fucking, running with the fucking globe Ain't even, ain't even really seeing it the Way it, it should really be seen YouknowhatImean? It's like, if you going to spread mathematics Spread it right YouknowhatImean? |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[unknown conversation which carries over from the last track]
That's black? Whattup God? Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word? *blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! Yo! Hold the fuck up Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough) Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty) Yo, bring backup (ci-ty) Fuckin with me, and mine Murderous [Inspectah Deck] Check it, yo The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone Label them my anus and the casualty's home It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade ride the wave like Frankie Avalon As I decipher AIDS crime pays The law's long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs before I bomb firearm The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster Composer was shook I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke Deep throat this murder I wrote The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure By every measure lethally inject your whole sector Wanted dead or alive Rebel I escapes across the desert sand leavin no footprints to trace Keep a war face, in your place Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks I still shine in shady times Yeah, yo We livin just enough (livin just enough) Just enough (in the ci-ty) Just enough, for the ci-ty Yo, in the jungle I make moves like Iron Monkey Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs Know the science be my Goddess The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence And break the project silence, a vision This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison Before we're all goners, now embrace the world for the world war is ocean bomber Visionary soldier comma My code of honor, mind still start from the drama Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror Military chopper come gun down the slum The outcome do or die Son it's bound to come Mentally aware I see truth within the square The future's here catch me on computer software Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through Like Nat Turner create a spectacle I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin forty devils We livin just enough Just enough Just enough For the ci-ty Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever [Explicit Version] (2001)
The City
[conversation carried over from last track...] That's black? Whattup God? Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word? *blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! Yo! Hold the fuck up Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough) Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty) Yo, bring backup (ci-ty) Fuckin with me, and mine Murderous Inspectah Deck Check it, yo The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone Label them my anus and the casualty's home It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade ride the wave like Frankie Avalon As I decipher AIDS crime pays The law's long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs before I bomb firearm The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster Composer was shook I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke Deep throat this murder I wrote The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure By every measure lethally inject your whole sector Wanted dead or alive Rebel I escapes across the desert sand leavin no footprints to trace Keep a war face, in your place Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks I still shine in shady times Yeah, yo We livin just enough (livin just enough) Just enough (in the ci-ty) Just enough, for the ci-ty Yo, in the jungle I make moves like Iron Monkey Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs Know the science be my Goddess The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence And break the project silence, a vision This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison Before we're all goners, now embrace the world for the world war is ocean bomber Visionary soldier comma My code of honor, mind still start from the drama Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror Military chopper come gun down the slum The outcome do or die Son it's bound to come Mentally aware I see truth within the square The future's here catch me on computer software Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through Like Nat Turner create a spectacle I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin forty devils We livin just enough Just enough Just enough For the ci-ty Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
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 Chorus 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 <Chorus X2> |
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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 - 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 - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[RZA]
Yo... this song is... Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower Cause we approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones Cause this globe is about to explode with hatred They killin for pennies, knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision of the prism of light but still blind because you lack the inner, every sinner will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external Along with your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly And permanently upon this journey Through the journal of the book of life Those who took a life without justice will become just ice ice ice It's been taught that your worst enemy can harm you as much as your own wicked thoughts What devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of sandal with rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismans Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensions I'm convinced, Allah is God always has been always will be You could travel every square inch of the planet Earth and still be ninety-three million miles away from the sun Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the knowledge Know the ledge to where your heart is or fall off into the internal hell that's uncharted Light travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second through time and space, until it reach a target And once we're freed of darkness, and show em where the path Yo as the Red Sea was parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal Walk through many portals, and those who go astray will pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshit ain't worth the eternity inside a sulfur lake With dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate Instead, I chose to become a newlywed to the true bread of life and fed God Degree of light to my head It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake And take care of my brother, and uncover reveal the skin so we can see each other, cause every color that makes the light appear duller, who's the colored man? Who's the original, who's the biochemical Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath While niggaz minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms beneath the sea of reality, they can't inhale deep, devils have em Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum And shatter bone fragments Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet Thrown into a six by eight steel cabinet Flippin weights readin ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it Those who haven't learnt get returned You freaky ass niggaz get burned Some walk around like they ain't concerned with the hell goin on inside the world Why do grown men molest little girls? Is it because the girl's breast has swelled to the size of a woman, although she's twelve The whole world is sick, sick, sick Trapped up in six, six, six I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from paragon goin in circles, like a ferris wheel Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life Use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night To far heights so dark that even wit a bright light you couldn't see a spark of light While others play ball, I recall, me and GZA, Dirty hangin in halls, bangin on walls Kickin rhymes three hours straight with no pause Boostin from Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgue Kept razorblade between the jaws, breakin all laws Started out writin fables to makin beats on lunchroom tables to wearin long cables that hung down to the navel So pack some crack and fat sacks of skunk to funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie blunts Dust cocktails and primos, shot more dice than casinos Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC's All and together now crew B.C.C. REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D. Ol Dirty stalked East New York GZA maintained Franklin Lane I was going to Thomas the Jeff, where students got slain Old Earth got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis Took share time in Marquis, U-God general contractin service While Meth Chef and Deck was off the Nu-dol For white boys who took steroids Buildin up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoids Back when our girlfriends was virgins Cuttin class with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Mary Birchem A Maybeldine beacon night school Washington Irving These young Gods was seekin Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara Parton and Medina Girls who sung like Sarafina On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen her As if I dreamed her I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes So it's always hope See subway train run through the city like blood through the veins To the heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the brain So take heed to these words And feel the power of the Sunshower Approachin the final hour Power equality, Allah sees everything Let's come together under the wings And take flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, Ryzarecta In your sector |
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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 Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Yeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit
Aight word, aight I'ma set it Tell me how you feel man Yo son, check the fly shit son Sup cousin how you doin? Yo baby check it man I got a new connect son, for real man Fuck all this twenty-four brick shit man No doubt My man got out of state for fifteen Yeah YouknowhatI'msayin? Yo know my man's gonna represent PA, politickin to death so Right right It's all good, what's up? What you want to do? We gotta move God, we gotta move God, we gotta migrate Get the fur, get the fuck outta New York, yaknowhatI'msayin? Bounce man, start fuckin with bigger and better shit So you tellin me no more big eights strictly breaks No more no more no more man Then I'm with you, I've been waiting No more God WHASSUP? It's the pot of gold right here man this is it, man this is glory YouknowhatI'msayin? So yo, the first thing we gotta do man Is just know what we gonna do with this cream when we get it man Right Cause I'm not trying to just be, sitting on motherfucking two-hundred thou And acting like I'ma just be a Nah a drug dealer all my life Nah Son I got bigger and better plans Son No doubt, we gonna move on man And you know I be fuckin with anybody man Son, long as the love and the trust is there Son We gonna grow God You know it Tony We gonna grow like a plant Son Yo you coming at me like that Son? For real Son, come on you know me man You know my style Son You know how my heart feels though God No doubt But yo God, for real, this is my last time God I'm hangin this shit up man if this shit don't work right here God YouknowhatI'msayin? Word up, I feel the same way I feel the same way kid Yo God, yaknowhatI'msayin? I got shot at man, my moms windows got shot the fuck up man Yeah Yo God, my baby's in here God, see I gotta take time man and raise my family man Yeah yeah yeah YaknowhatI'msayin? Sit around man, my grandkids man But yo Son, it's like this man We all livin man, we here now man Word man YouknowhatI'msayin? Let's not think like we gon be stagnating man Let's keep movin ahead man, keep our head up man Take care of our families man God, word is bond, I'm your eyes that's in back of you kid Let's do it then |
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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)
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 - Legendary Weapons (2011) | |||||
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