[Cappadonna] Ahh... the outdoors, the fresh outdoors Word up, it's a beautiful day Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD Aiyyo
Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid Dipped everyday my style is po-lit' I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast for that wack ass MC, talkin all the shit I know we can't wait just to get his wig split It's war with the Gods this year, represent The bitch-ass niggaz keep tryin to repent But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive we gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive y'all comin with us, we live on the other side of the chart, where your mother met Poppa Wu...
Chorus: Tekitha
Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets Black boyyeeee, no more suffering Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
[Cappadonna] After the tour I came back for more Comin correctly, just like before Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate in the rec room regulatin with Osirus Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts Minds on lease like expensive imports Elevate the seed, no lust or greed Livin life long time may continue to breed Never gettin caught up inside the agencies for ten long years, but I paid my fee Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C. Back me down these streets are still ill From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill Pack with the beef cause niggaz won't chill Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill in the projects where my man got killed
Chorus
[Cappadonna] Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man When the world go around these things start to happen Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitchin Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin That's how I'm plannin, blow up like a cannon Pull my man in, hit y'all again Now I make sense, we do this for the rent Build with intelligence break your defense No hesitation, time gets spent Some fall victim, others get bent Some recognize, real niggaz represent I can't never stop til my heart is content Puttin in the work til I feel confidant Blast out darts in the Wu basement
Chorus 2X
[Kung-Fu movie sample] Hahahahahahahaha Don't you know the underworld? There's no friendship party here No meeting You can come, but you can't leave Move! Let no one live.. *sounds of fighting*
[Cappadonna] Ahh... the outdoors the fresh outdoors Word up it's a beautiful day Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD Aiyyo Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid Dipped everyday my style is po lit' I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost I'm headed to the club tonight we need toast for that wack ass MC talkin all the shit I know we can't wait just to get his wig split It's war with the Gods this year, represent The bitch-ass niggaz keep tryin to repent But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive we gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive y'all comin with us, we live on the other side of the chart, where your mother met Poppa Wu... Chorus: Tekitha Black boyyyeee, ?in your virtue? Black boyyeeee, no more suffering Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy [Cappadonna] After the tour I came back for more Comin correctly, just like before Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate in the rec room regulatin with Osirus Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts Minds on lease like expensive imports Elevate the seed, no lust or greed Livin life long time may continue to breed Never gettin caught up inside the agencies for ten long years, but I paid my fee Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C. Back me down these streets are still ill From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill Pack with the beef cause niggaz won't chill Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill in the projects where my man got killed Chorus [Cappadonna] Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man When the world go around these things start to happen Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitchin Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin That's how I'm plannin, blow up like a cannon Pull my man in, hit y'all again Now I make sense, we do this for the rent Build with intelligence break your defense No hesitation, time gets spent Some fall victim, others get bent Some recognize, real niggaz represent I can't never stop til my heart is content Puttin in the work til I feel confidant Blast out darts in the Wu basement Chorus 2X [Kung-Fu movie sample] Hahahahahahahaha Don't you know the underworld? There's no friendship party here No meeting You can come, but you can't leave Move! Let no one live.. *sounds of fighting*
(Raekwon) Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt) Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt) That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time Check the science of the black man Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year
Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee bringer Rocky road roll dark greener Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry It's time yo swerve like the Nike line Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch
(Inspectah Deck) Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements Are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs Parasites, double edge dice your larynx My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks You're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended Designated hitter flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be self lord and master
(Ol Dirty Bastard) I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide Shaolin hillside, full of homicides FUCK you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise
(U-God) Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut A can of ass whoopin flurry shake, break you fucks Struck, love crooks, why for lyin hooks Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book This deathbent doctrine, paper for the youth What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth
(CappaDonna) Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights Fast life, females are trife, stay tight I detect that parasite, satellite RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows My slang sound write secretary type Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man Workin hard for the grand, I understand clear Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack Wu article CappaFive, CD attack But my talk stage live killa beehive Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts Check out my arts, when I release my smarts Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts
(Raekwon) Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within (Rakeem) Word up, niggaz is stupid (Cappa) Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops (Raekwon) Yo it was on last year Son (Rakeem) Huh? Fuck them cops (Ghost) Word (Raekwon) Scrape them niggaz (Raekwon) Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table (Ghost) Like this (Raekwon) That shit looks pretty (Rakeem) Yo (Ghost) I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind (Raekwon) Pass the weed off man inhale (Ghost) think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn (Rakeem) Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck cop's walkie talkie is heard (Raekwon) Mike's was crystal, erythang (Rakeem) other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga cop's walkie talkie still babbling (Method) Aiyyo you got a light? (THE PIG) Excuse me can you put that out please? (Method) Oh shit (Raekwon) For what? For what? (Method) Jiggy (THE PIG) Could you please put that out? (Raekwon) For what? I ain't puttin.. (THE PIG) Put the shit out now! (Raekwon) I ain't puttin shit out!! (THE PIG) UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL! everything gets chaotic (THE PIG) UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!! (Rakeem) The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch! (Raekwon) Slap fire out! (THE PIG) Oh no no no no no no no (Raekwon) Get your shit right (THE PIG) Get what? (Raekwon) We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word music fades in "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility" (Raekwon) That's comin from Louis Rich (Raekwon) Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year You be runnin with them outsiders That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo You think that shit gon live what he did - what this nigga said Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me "You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me Yo that shit you had in Vegas Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on Octavia with all the ice on, yo She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her Shit is fucked up when they got us yo She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown "..face responsiblity" She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"
Verse Two: CappaDonna
Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong Talk what you talk but twist the real song When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver This is not a act this is more actual fact Nuttin but experience placed upon track with the true sound, not lyin out the crown When we not workin we hardly be around Yeah see the light, right now we could fight You not a real brother you just a fake type that get on the mic then, throw your cliche Half the East coast soundin just like Rae If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow If you not a part of this kid act like you know Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you If you want some then stop frontin is the issue It's my turn, live niggaz could pass Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last Straight off the edge, into the rubbish Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street What you gonna do when you grow up..."
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples
One is invulnerable, in fact it involves strenuous breath control Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points Thirty-six of these can be fatal The remainder, paralyzing
(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
*glasses/jewelry tinkling* You my Daddy whore (2X) *laughing* (Cappa) Whoever she gonna do anyway But bust it, bust it though baby, bust it Who else, who else is gonna...
Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard
This is dedicated to all you bitches Knew this bitch named Traj, she had a hella fine ass Candy-ass, blew my hole in the past Niggarette gave me gonorrhea Pussy dick to the tippy toe like ballerina Boy you shoulda seen her She had a babyface creamer Purinas Called up talkin Tina I put my dick in a broom She blew my head like a balloon I had her walkin on the moon
Verse Two: Cappadonna
Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin your time Oh you shine, I'm lookin at your ass from behind You walked by smellin like watermelon You might make me a felon, my eyeballs swellin My nuts start yellin, excuse my prick Wanna have a talk with you, I'm sick My medicine is can I walk with you, fantasy After that we can cheat, laid on the bed Handcuffed with hard meat, long stroke smackin Smack it then broke, nothin can't stop my continous poke, compound Porno flick music, Daddy came with it when I wrote it
Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard
Dirt Dog be bouncin on bitches like fog I pollute the air up like smog, bitch I'm up my jacuzzi, peepin this smoothie My bitch is a floozy, Dirt Dog ain't choosy Pussy move me, pretty black dick up in the booty I like it muddy or swampy By now you find your ass up shitty creeky Don't got no fuckin room me and my momma and my TV Blackberry squeeze Bitch who a tease, titties small, I got used to the squeaks Fuck that shit, I'm through with this bitch Old hen please can't get a bank of these welfare cheese, now to blow fifty G's overseas, I'm doin the breeze, in my 850
Verse Four: RZA
Suicidal, she been in more hotels than bibles Idle worshippin bitch wasn't the type to make bridle Sprung, on how the bitch maneuvered her tongue From the top of his dick, to the bottom of his ass split I told the God to jet quick this wicked bitch was a harlot but had him trapped up inside the Charlotte Web She wasn't choosy fucked for movie and a loose leaf cigarette, pussy stay wet and juicy like lemons Big ass in tight denim Had the most faithful niggaz sinnin against their women and enjoyed, to watch relationships get destroyed This unemployed welfare bitch was non-void and shameless, her attitude was blameless Even though she had a hundred dicks on her namelist Her obsession, caused niggaz to get, the ass cheek injection The bitched lied, said she had urinary tract infection I tried to warn em, and bomb em, but she conned em Wanted niggaz to fuck her raw dog without no condom
*woman moans* oooooh, ahahhh, ohh
(Wu-Tang movie samples) You people are all trying to acheive the impossible That's exactly what we've done But you'll fail, and you'll all die If we die, the next generation will fight them too And the one after them, for as long as they must And eventually we shall succeed
Yo, one two one two Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang It's the Wu, creepin in the shadows Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang) "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Sir I, Excalibur "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang) 2X "Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Verse One: Inspectah Deck/Rebel INS
Yo, aiyyo my rap style swing like Willie Mays My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture Limited edition composition spark friction non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence Wu original, true colors step from the melanin The most high, most try, to get close by and overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter Flies sense to flock when they spot this live nigga The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack Words attack like a british bulldog, observe the stacks
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (repeat both lines 4X)
Verse Two: Masta Killa
Now all pay tribute to this entity A spark that surges through the undergrowth overwhelmin the populace from the entry The Wu-Tang Dynasty, has emerged from this elite fleet I was appointed to strike the vital nerve Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe Seeds of MC's at these fake ass industry niggaz feed off, the chrome mic tend to squeeze off and spray, an array of shots that travel downwind, just respect pyrhiffic pen as I send, the minds of the weak To rise and take power I blew tower-ing over the land as we stand, expanding our CREAM A dollar to every grain of sand Let the mind use the physical as planned
"Oh baby, for heavens sake" Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Verse Three: Cappadonna
Yo, yo, this is Beirut Try to comprehend check out my new suit Gods blend aim take fire pure destruction Dissapear from here, my year, drop the stupid LP's everywhere Fallin out the sky tall sniper Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside Poetry whirlpool, RZA and True collide We produce article exception to the rule We the black men that struck oil, the hardboiled Cats that made that Watergate thing go spoiled The heavy-handed, locked down stranged with Cyrus Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven Slang reverand, put the best work in
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (repeat both 4X)
Whateva, whateva man I'm here to represent G-O-D to the fullest I got a message man, and the message is straighten up Or get eatin up
[Culture] All mighty God is with us (2X)
[Chorus 2X: Cappadonna ] Save the children, these streets is like a villain Life is like a chop shop inside of the buildin Save the children, these streets is like a villain Save the children, let the blood stop spillin
[Cappadonna] Roses are red, violets are blue, this life is about me and you Not the red, white and the untrue, together we stand Divided we stand tall, final call, God save us all from the gates of Hell Where my young family dwell, it was a tall well While we still suffer, days are gettin tougher Jake on the prowl, treatin people on the street foul Some of them mean well, but they all live behind the shell Kick my door down, without ringin my bell Claim I'm sellin crack, but I ain't doin that All I do is rap, I'm a real MC, trynna get my life back Devils'll make it difficult, there it glow within the cult Can't wait to cut my throat, cuz of how I speak Too black for Hot 97, last year they put me on hold But I still went gold, where the joy go? What happened to the Black Boy video? Bring Run back, y'all scared of Cap Sleepwalkers can't roll wit the blacks
[Chorus 1.5X]
[Culture] See the man dem him, he went from nice to true drunko Now me speak the truth and a man just a den dead Wit the children, when I told you I be on the outside I can't trust with him, not pity on the outside I'm hung it with him, tell him that I carry Tell dem save the children You sold your bread, I so
(Killa Bamz) Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeah Darts of armored warfare, Deep the rhyme Caprice Deep in levels, alibi havin rebel could play this competition for pounds in the state of permission Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz You want defense, man to man, location Shaolin New York It ain't nuthin to talk or walk Get dark son, economic times to fault Style is mangohead stagnated from soft What the fuck you thought, we was given support? Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs Holdin dart guns in palms One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam Uhh, yeah, what
pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
(Tekitha) Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya is the one to seek philosophy in crutches You disbelieve, in the T Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods
pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
(Cappadonna) Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close but can't come straight; I branch out Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons that'll rain on your gang, you're too plain My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets W-T-C, leaky leak Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape Deep thoughter, out of order, off Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin Eyes like lills, mescaline pills Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration Pillage Incorporated, first place A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses Cheat on producers, men go working Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n Internal lyrics, expose the profane Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change
pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
(Cappadonna) All in the club like what? Rugged dressed up Hair messed up, gold on my neck Don't sweat y'all show respect Poppa on the set Death threat, I come a long stretch you can bet Love is love, for real for real Feel what you feel Park Hill 1-0-3-0-4 Rock caps til you can't take no more, it's war Prepare for darts, martial arts Let me shine keep me and mine, Son of Song took too long, back throwin darts, without remorse Dart holocaust, slang boss Remain top hip-hop, drop you to your knees for these Big CD's, you heard it through the grapevine Killer Beez
Chorus: Rhyme Recca
Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on everything, cause everything ain't always everything, and everything that you see ain't reality, they just illusions (repeat 2X)
(Cappadonna) Face to face I break bread everytime In the world I hold mine, play it Now check it, see if you can comprehend these crossover rappers that lost they origin Run from the Wu this time it's more trouble I'm comin for the wreck so y'all could never bubble Never concerned about rabbits, after my cabbage Cherryheads, and parrots won't live in the barracks, we Don Hoe Buckwild with the flow, how we do Timbo's and full boot, vocabulary pitfall Fuck all, more clothes than the mall Let's brawl Wu-Tang broke radio laws, the opposite of mines is yours, from sea shores to bankrupt I conduct, erupt like Holyfield Third seal, third chamber's from the hood Branch out, and everytime you see Don I'm up to no good... motherfucker Splash that
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(Cappadonna) I'm all alone, I feel trouble in the street City heats, ghetto beefs, trick or treat Call Chief, mad beef with MC's Entity, Killer Beez one machine Intervene, on scene self esteem We gleam at night, it seems like we too hype, hop y'all like checkers Projectors, we break laws, get yours We break jaws reunite, we upright It's alright, out of sight, out of mind It take time I develop, heads swell up Shut the hell up, add on, you been warned Mics get torn in half, I drop math Don't laugh, a bloodbath with this here Rap Shakespeare, beware, Donna-mite Brown skin with the satellite, I represent Buckwild and Street Life like two cent For real, for real Love is love, for real, for real *overlaps chorus*
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(Kung-Fu movie sample) The other killers, have already shown up Now it'll be your turn, to die too
You left me here, alone, with a shine Our hearts were strong, but I couldn't find my world alone, how could I break my home Still I doubted you, and still your strength enchanted me, you was the father to my child and a man to me, now I'm sung of strong hearts Run free, run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts
[Cappadonna] Girlfriend, what you did was wrong Even though the love was strong, you moved on Never had faith in the Don, you was safe with the Don, and then you walked out A broken house, a broken heart Cry for my dart, we had a plan We was woman and man, the hourglass held the sand, I held you like contraband But you didn't understand when the four devils came inside of your life that night We argued and fight, you knew it wasn't right Fucked up our life, my thoughts come stronger Every ounce, it's not my fault that you wanted to bounce, now you tellin me that you cleaned up your act, beep me everytime but I never call back, that's how I felt when you was makin me crack Me leave wifey for you??
I'm crying I'm crying
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[Blue Raspberry] Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free...
(Raekwon the Chef) Let's get it on Kokomo John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird Yeah Another Persian legacy
(Method) The Iron Lung
(Raekwon the Chef) Yo yeah Yeah, yo, yo Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle sword rockin halibut steak we choppin Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
(Method Man) I dig my life experiences, wrap it up in twelve inches, keepin my defenses Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches In the ghetto servin life sentence Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat in Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin Once again plot thicken, and you succumb to the will of the slum bite your tongue Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one Guilty by association, stank bitch wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass Let them players flash, and trick on they cash on your funky ass I only buy shit that last A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti Head heavy, with deadly medleys
(Cappadonna) I opened up my rap bible, then the light came over the children, as it began to rain I started buildin, spoke many times before but didn't score, my reading was poor Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish and approach all hominyms, shit in your brain Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what? Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real Peace out bro ...
(Method Man) Tical Eyes as diamonds, time again Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen Give it to em raw, give it to em raw down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof Meth-Tical mad, god damn! Hahahaha, right Motherfuckers
Park Hill Staten Island, New York City Check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Maryland, check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Toronto, check for nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga
You see me Uptown, yo you see me Uptown last night With my new Nike's, satellite gold as hell I stroll well, I protect with the most Respected mic check, cassette full of life High technology, Gortek intellect Good for a million, one dart project Kid I nurse this rap shit, textbook monitor Merge just like traffic, dick deserve an encore One of a kind, Pro-Line hydro head Hold a verse like a Wisdom, smack tracks on her ass Quick competition, got you in a smash Diamond thoughts, bite down on your ear I fear none, Dolemite strike three time Award mic fuck crazy vagina Born first to rock fifty, S.I. New York City Slang Nitty, check for me badly Manditory for me to keep fuckin y'all head up The one man news team fast like a photographer
Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in D.C., check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Ohio, check for a nigga If you in Toronto, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
Straight from the heritage, public announcers Ounces of darts, he fucked you over I stole ya heart, so just in case You forgot about the face, flash that camera At the all-time great, slight paranoid Fuck toys consistent, fluent slang pediment It's the magnificent, first album Hot tracks on the sipper, low flame deliver Defense like a Giant, it's the Son of Pslam giver Masterpiece in the making, Asian African Egyptian Jamaican Swordplay from the deep isolation, whattup cousin? Have a drink on the house, I blow mics out This man is on fire, fully developed Dance with the organizer, chance me Tap into my Wu pedigree, numba three chamber Second in the cut, it's the Black Lone Ranger Cat in the Hat, fresh clothes on the hanger The Last Man Standing with the vest and the banger Desperate to delegate, peep me on the Magnavox Channel Fox, telecommunicate Match money like socks, summertime style Thunderstorm, vocabulary anonymous Kid extra Caligula, poetry in particular
Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Manhattan, check for a nigga If you in D.C., check for a nigga If you in Georgia, check for a nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
Outfits forever New Cappadonna, blue is my quaintness I'm a maintenance in this rap shit, politics Spit the graphic mix it up nice spent Twist me in the city, elegance walk My style Don Hard Juan, Passenger 57 In Jackson 10, A Soldier and a Gentleman Calm and hyper, deadly spokesperson Smooth like a tiger, inquiring minds Design arts and crafts, used to play the field On the rap, drafted the devil Bass and treble, worldwide baritone Judge wise on the throne, wild like sober lyrics Splash out my dome, uncontrollable Staten Island untold feel it across the globe I expand, Cappa the man, head low Eyes red like a Wu suit, do it right Sixty My stee' mary alley, follow my lead Not my language it's dangerous, pitbull fightin A war, hardcore C-4 with the words kid Better branches, turn your head twice One life, still gettin it right, then yo
Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Brooklyn check for a nigga If you in Manhattan check for a nigga If you in Queens, check for a nigga If you in the Bronx then check for a nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga
Check for a nigga If you in the Woods, check for a nigga Check for a nigga If you in the Garbage, check for a nigga Check for a nigga
Rzarector in the shadow Tru Master in the shadow Golden Arms in the shadow 12 O'clock in the shadow
Verse 1: Crushed off the bag of dope, I felt pity My cold thoughts evole around New York City Evidence ?sir?, in the tunnel where the train enter Be the gat from the old time, 86 crime, opposites attract My electrical shine, ?ok? polly see me downtown 2 blue cops wit Rollie Fingers We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows My rap shot's hot but suppose you get Caught up in the mix, a ?non fix? of convicts Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit 2 face, they cliques be getting rubbed like vicks Right off the dirty water, south of the border Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it Travel wit the rich, politic Put your money on my dick Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy Park Hill, Staten Island seal Rock the real to real, we ?high hill deep? Creep, sweep beats off they feet Teach in the cracks of the street My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat South of the border
Shaolin in the shadow Medina in the shadow The Emerald City in the shadow
Verse 2: Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound Splash you, I'm still the best in town Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent More time is spent wise Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs Too much french fries, not enough shake Rza blow orchestra earthquake No set date Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake Industries bug out Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South South of the Border
(Cappadonna) Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW One culture, return of the track slasher Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster Strivin for perfection, the only way I got my life back was through investin, devotion Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle then I speak out, because we all need the guidance Deep down inside us where you could define science My mother told me, when I was so stressed out "All you gotta do is just put your best out" and I did it, milky
Milk this cow (2X) Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
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Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art Don't gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts Danger Zone nigga, Cappadonna You know the stee' potnah, Wu-Tang death before dishonor - what?
(Cappadonna) Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells Seen brothers that fell when I slipped I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance I flow persistance, every time I step up, I rip reps up Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit it feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe But y'all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft while I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish
Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! (repeat 2X)
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Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! (repeat 2X)
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(Method Man) Bad birds that fuck nerds! *inhaling* Hah! *inhaling* Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers! The swarm continues, Wu-Tang Killer Beez Cappadonna Cappucino, the Donna-mite Came to treat your earpiece right Y'all better recognize and realize Hot Nixon, playin my position, bitch!
(Cappadonna) Tell Mel Shawn to come in and lose The Game Word, yo, one life to live It's on your head Just like my daughters That's my word! Polka dot Connection Shine just apostle
(Ghostface) Yo, my whole body like a spoiler kid, draped in the latest hits Both hands, two glass cutters, cops'll alter this Cream of Wheat steez pushed back, we in a spaceship like the Jetsons, ashtray slide refreshments Automatic bubble yo, straight off the Benz Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera Blow fish the movie's over, die with a slow kiss Tongue kiss the neck and it's, mucus from a locust Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby The white Puma's go with the X I multiply yo
(Cappadonna) Word on block is that half the King Killer Beez rap's under seige, Guyanese guns I got European funds, my ice don't melt Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod and my staff, I pray like this I break mics in half, shit realism Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off or get laid off, I spray New York I'm an angel, at war with the rappers Good black women sleep over at Cappa's I fall into it, Mr. September Rock my long FUBU shirt in the winter I respect my kind, plus pack a nine Daytime outfit superb outlet Staten Isle in effect, y'all in the manor If you can feel Don down it Atlanta I'm a poet, my work is never done Law of Park Hill, my mic is stage one Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30 Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty Somethin precise, hold back the pressure My unit too nice, you only got one life to live, think twice (Think twice think twice twice twice twice)
(Ghostface) Yo, aiyyo we swingle, make moves, PJ out the window Flamingo, Santa Domingo, let's Kringle Bruce Wayne diggin graveyard rocks and swingin multimillions, rap pavillion stay G'in
(Cappadonna) This year, we throw darts in the air To let y'all know this shit is severe Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na, Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na
(Ghostface) Dove nice Mary Jane bitches Bud Light Co-production I spoke to Christ, shoes were light Statueheads all up in my lab like mad Empty bags are lyin in the yard, welfare Dead weight yo, cables that clamp around the neck Sucrets fast Corvettes, tecs on my rest Sabotage, rap motor large, Mickey caught a charge Credit card scam, when he couldn't rock the Wu skull Fuck yeah, televise the shit on Fox Big Ghost'll grab the jim and un-fasten your box' You're allergic to the fungus on Earth, Killer Bee Headquarters is work, Khadafi body in his turf Yo, shame on, all y'all niggaz on some Baywatch shit Soundin like me, suckin my dick Pretty Tone, long live the great Cappadon Cappadon...
(Cappadon) ... as I get it on I'ma take time to wait for y'all niggaz to stop It ain't enough room for y'all cats to sound chop In a class by myself I hold the foundation Face to face, I make my affiliation short and brief, I make out with the looseleaf In the struggle, ten years after the beef I choose to come forth then pronounce my sin if it's not the felonies or the color of my skin I'ma keep switchin my gear, again and again From the trainin camp I drive past V.I.N. It be Wu-Wear for life, my team is top billin More sacrifices, create better livin My darts came to save the world like Blue Ribbon Protect seeds, and protect black women Raised in the Pillage right now we just driftin Ferry boat niggaz make a whole lotta difference Drama, if you slackin up in the business Godly from the Group Home always got biscuits
[Chorus] Oh shit you better watch out for this Revenge so sweet that you might wanna flip Ride on your enemies, bust they shit Throw away the pistols throw away the clips
[Cappadonna] Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock Remember those kids that hold cries they runnin fast Crack spillin out they sides It's the Hill brothers that kill And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin but thugs Cops circlin, two cuts on shorty mugged Streets turn by the flyest of bug It's switch the e-shit fucker I take rhymes like a piss Eat the beats like tuna fish Stay focussed, your camp is dead meat and drop worms Wu-Tang is up on it too big to back down Defeat never heard of I came with the crowd merger The super friends seek that revenge Bout to fuck out, you kiss girls on the mouth Over here all of my niggas is bout bout
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[Timbo King] Call me straight up oak y'all niggas just plain panel Guns from my Ceridoor ask mic ammo Cross fire, bullets racashe horizontal Brooklyn bridge pharazano niggas know the motto Follow the path, knowledge the craft Swallow a whole bottle of math Since biology class Grand achery, bow and arrow split your grand largely Afro in ya heads, robin hoods drop goods in these wild lands A desert eagle in a child's hands Your style's planned, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water You never know my son might fuck Mariah's daughter Ill visions of victory without a battle Breathes through tracks like cold winds towards Seattle Sound travels through fiber optics under gravel Combinating six sixty and they try to handle Niggas try to handle
