Claudine lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Nicole Bus)
You ever feel that pain, when you lose someone
So much dear in your heart
Knowing that you never get those moments back
Wishin' you could bring'em back
Just to hug'em and just hold'em
And kiss'em one time
(Mathematics, Mathematics)
Uh it's done, I forgot to see what's real
Living in this pink ink mind mine
(You didn't find love) (Unified love)
You think it's fine to play with all what I have left
It's a cold world out there and I can't take this silence
See all the things I'm going through
I don't know why
But I know that you
Are you with me?
And that's all that matters now
If I got you, oh, you got me, you see
I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss
I know, I know, I know
We gotta keep it up, yeah
We'd now losing us
Three for the summers, four the nights we cry
I know, I know, I know
We keep tryin'
Keep fallin' for our love
I only love her when she mad at me
She mass crappy
That make up sex be mad nasty
Our heads be bumping like bad (acting)
Sad actually
She turned the back to get back at me
And bang tracked me, but we happy
Just take it back and unbackstab me
"And that's my story and I'm sticking to it" I'm not taggy
If she the mama, I'd be the papi no need to ask me
If she attract me I'd blow'er back and she need a nappy
In a feed up position like in a womb
You're not feeling I given that much, you be feeling it soon
Just assume another chick could never fit in your loose
She just tryna be the dish that runaway with the spoon, nah
If we Gon clean house, gotta start in our room
One broom and I get clean out, never start with a goon
Leave it up to boomer we always stop with a boom
I got time that they straight up, and we started at noon
I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss
I know, I know, I know
We gotta keep it up, yeah
We'd now losing us
Three for the summers, four the nights we cry
I know, I know, I know
We keep tryin'
Keep fallin' for our love
I reflect on a scriptions and old pictures
Staring at my mama in the kitchen doing dishes
Despite how she was living who am I to judge
But what'ave learned, if your mama is alive show her love
The pain that I experienced overthrough the fame
Carry me for not much she pushed, then I came
That's why the city's so attracted to the mom on its plane
To never hear her voice again, it'd never be the same
When the dead is free set, you feel like your soul is sold
Then sadness, you find yourself crying in the open
Her face was cold, she felt my tearz in the casquette
And every drop that fell in the cheek, I cry acid
Beat you every photos and flowers over the cemetery
And cries just like the end of Cooley High
Mama come back we miss you
Come back for a couple of days so I can just hug you and kiss you
I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss
I know, I know, I know
We gotta keep it up, yeah
We'd now losing us
Three for the summers, four the nights we cry
I know, I know, I know
We keep tryin'
Keep fallin' for our love
Hood Go Bang! (Remix) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Redman, Method Man, Raekwon, U-God, Mathematics)
[Redman:]
This is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang! (Yeah)
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang! (bang!)
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Bang!
[Method Man:]
Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang
You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine
I'm a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don't change
I'm a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs
Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper
Might even take the 'R' out of brother—why bother?
Mic on Halloween, I mean, I'm clearly a monster
We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya
Math, bars better than Willy Wonka's
It's how to get away with a murder—you feel me, Shonda?
Rhymes like karma, I'm hood, stash the contra
You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas
But it's still death over dishonor
'Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama
Math verse Meth, this Civil War is a starter
Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang bang regardless
[Redman:]
Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Bang!
[Raekwon:]
We stay shattered and clutch the gold links
Everything on is mint, I came through in a Reno, all tinted
I'm known to make a million in jet
King Joffrey and its cadets
Shooters from the boonies that's looney
Hold the Tec with all respect, expose his neck
Trees burn 'em out, niggas is learning now
The Archbishop murder through March, Clarks is slippers
I spark blippers, bloggers catch way shot zippers
The movie's all state of the art, we throw grenades and blades
And darts and changed the grain, this sharp
Remain remarkable, we ain't playing this part
We can't explain this art, he ain't the same as us, he pus
Glass of gin for my jewelers, too many rugers nigga
[?] [?] hundred Benz in Bermuda
Known to fuck a party up and bounce
We hog-tie little rappers, give 'em black eyes like Little Rascals
[Redman:]
Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Bang!
[U-God:]
What it sound like? Here's another sound right
The sounds of a hundred rounds, blacked down at night
And in hindsight, I'm still on this plane
The hood slang go bang, the big change to swank
Take an A, met these lanes, Mr. Officer Skane
It's just the dialect that I select when I slang
Who's saying? Your false talk, you get erased like chalk
Who's for? Or who shot hawk? And who popped off?
Th men and mouse shit, public service announcements
Careful we're burnings a ounce of small town houses
Youthful offenders meet the public defender
Who offers you a fight attempt, plea deal with a mayday to surrender
What a fucked-up summer
Had a brand new come up
This Fourth of July bullets fly and the doves cry
To [?] face in the R.I.P. white tee
From a ricochet of the red bricks to the headpiece
[Redman:]
Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
This is how it sound when the hood go bang!
Bang!
On That Sht Again lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killah & RZA)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)
(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)
[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo
Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy
Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy
Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers
Dickin' bitches, they man come through
Damn near kissed the ground
Jumping out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on
Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns
Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan
Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on
And I'ma keep hope alive
'Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside
Breaking dawn blunted, yums in they mouth
I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers then bounce
Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said
I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads
I'll be back around 6PM
Juma prayers around 1 o'clock
Plus I gotta pick up these gems
'Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden
Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring
You know how I do, son
Nugget stones with the blue ones
And coming with me is a few guns
[Chorus:]
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
[RZA:]
Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis
I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers
Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin
Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin
From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
You can't outthink the RZA, nigga, I'll make your brain shrink
My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc
And yeah, I got that iron just in case the emcee think
He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct
Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex
[Ghostface Killah:]
Ayy, yo, last night my sugar was five hundred
That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred
That's thirteen units of insulin
Brought it back down now everything is official in like Michelin
Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends is jumping on my dick again
[Chorus:]
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)
(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)
[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo
Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy
Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy
Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers
Dickin' bitches, they man come through
Damn near kissed the ground
Jumping out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on
Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns
Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan
Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on
And I'ma keep hope alive
'Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside
Breaking dawn blunted, yums in they mouth
I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers then bounce
Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said
I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads
I'll be back around 6PM
Juma prayers around 1 o'clock
Plus I gotta pick up these gems
'Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden
Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring
You know how I do, son
Nugget stones with the blue ones
And coming with me is a few guns
[Chorus:]
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
[RZA:]
Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis
I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers
Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin
Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin
From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
You can't outthink the RZA, nigga, I'll make your brain shrink
My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc
And yeah, I got that iron just in case the emcee think
He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct
Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex
[Ghostface Killah:]
Ayy, yo, last night my sugar was five hundred
That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred
That's thirteen units of insulin
Brought it back down now everything is official in like Michelin
Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends is jumping on my dick again
[Chorus:]
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
Seen A Lot Of Things lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & Harley)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
Yeah
Yo
Expedite lyrics under a godly spirit
Thoughts forced to hang-glide
Even a bird can hear it
A bald head with gold metal wings
Look like it belong in a day
The coming of Christ
Worshippin' the Elohim
That's the way I wear shades like CeeLo Green
It's darker than Don Cheadle
We're mean like his deleted scene
The prognosis, divine opus
Artistic third eye open, it leave you stuck in a psychosis
Or the haemo-tosis
Spit venom like a African cobra in the jungle
Knowin' my tongue is vulgar
I raise the Wu flag when they scream for glory
The clouds open, a beam of light, you hear my story
Custom-made scrolls, handwritten in coffee
And feather-tip pens one of the prophets brought me
And that explains why I spin on the axis
Born original, so my mind fades to blackness
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pledge music, we came up from bringin' out club music
Acoustic jungle rap gave us all this project music
Blood in it, plug niggas get you mugged in it
Steel with steel, I'm finally out the drug business
Kneel proper for me, helicopter base, sage in it
Lessons from professors on stage winnin'
Nine swords, 36 Chambers
It's like a chess board, keep slidin'
Opponents get flamed on it
Trainin' poems, been the Game of Thrones
We been raised and grown
These young boys come through, spray your home
Facts, they gave me the ax, now lay it on me
Criminals have to eat, it's facts, shorty
You're damn right I go the square miles
We're from the stairs, thousands of pens could hear us from the rare sounds
Yeah, the Phoenix comin', ten Arabian Staten-adians
Who hooded up, known to get it bouncin'
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things
I can't live without my faith
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yo
Expedite lyrics under a godly spirit
Thoughts forced to hang-glide
Even a bird can hear it
A bald head with gold metal wings
Look like it belong in a day
The coming of Christ
Worshippin' the Elohim
That's the way I wear shades like CeeLo Green
It's darker than Don Cheadle
We're mean like his deleted scene
The prognosis, divine opus
Artistic third eye open, it leave you stuck in a psychosis
Or the haemo-tosis
Spit venom like a African cobra in the jungle
Knowin' my tongue is vulgar
I raise the Wu flag when they scream for glory
The clouds open, a beam of light, you hear my story
Custom-made scrolls, handwritten in coffee
And feather-tip pens one of the prophets brought me
And that explains why I spin on the axis
Born original, so my mind fades to blackness
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pledge music, we came up from bringin' out club music
Acoustic jungle rap gave us all this project music
Blood in it, plug niggas get you mugged in it
Steel with steel, I'm finally out the drug business
Kneel proper for me, helicopter base, sage in it
Lessons from professors on stage winnin'
Nine swords, 36 Chambers
It's like a chess board, keep slidin'
Opponents get flamed on it
Trainin' poems, been the Game of Thrones
We been raised and grown
These young boys come through, spray your home
Facts, they gave me the ax, now lay it on me
Criminals have to eat, it's facts, shorty
You're damn right I go the square miles
We're from the stairs, thousands of pens could hear us from the rare sounds
Yeah, the Phoenix comin', ten Arabian Staten-adians
Who hooded up, known to get it bouncin'
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things
I can't live without my faith
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Project Kids (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Nas)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
[Nas:]
When I was hearin' about Wu-Tang, I kept hearin' about these dudes, they were comin' to places, tearin' shit up, everywhere they went. And it was like, they was-they was makin' a mark, and I kept hearin' the, the name and I knew, I knew somethin' was comin' with it, you could tell, you could just feel it.
I remember bein' around Wu and I'm like, um', "Damn, they just like us." You know what I'm sayin', the, the Raekwon remind me of this guy, Ghost remind me of this guy around my way. It was like cousins almost, it was like, you know, project kids. That's what it-that was the language, project kids. We felt it, we smelt it off each other, and it just shows you, out of those housing projects come some brilliant people.
The special thing about Wu-Tang bein' eight or nine guys was, each one was a rapper who could represent their own individual self within that crew. They were the example for all of us, 'cause we haven't, we didn't really see that before, like more power to them, and show love to them, respect them, you know. They're honorable. They gave us incredible skill. They gave us incredible poetry. And they gave us music that no one's touchin' to this day. It's timeless.
[Nas:]
When I was hearin' about Wu-Tang, I kept hearin' about these dudes, they were comin' to places, tearin' shit up, everywhere they went. And it was like, they was-they was makin' a mark, and I kept hearin' the, the name and I knew, I knew somethin' was comin' with it, you could tell, you could just feel it.
I remember bein' around Wu and I'm like, um', "Damn, they just like us." You know what I'm sayin', the, the Raekwon remind me of this guy, Ghost remind me of this guy around my way. It was like cousins almost, it was like, you know, project kids. That's what it-that was the language, project kids. We felt it, we smelt it off each other, and it just shows you, out of those housing projects come some brilliant people.
The special thing about Wu-Tang bein' eight or nine guys was, each one was a rapper who could represent their own individual self within that crew. They were the example for all of us, 'cause we haven't, we didn't really see that before, like more power to them, and show love to them, respect them, you know. They're honorable. They gave us incredible skill. They gave us incredible poetry. And they gave us music that no one's touchin' to this day. It's timeless.
Do The Same As My Brother Do lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. RZA)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
[RZA:]
Life is what you make it
My darling, my dear
Try to make it
If I could, I would, if I can't, I won't
Please forgive me if I don't
Should, some should be
I come from the strangest streets
I come from the place where love and danger meets
A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids
Unemployed, on skid row, we had no toys for kids
We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run
We would bang on drums made from garbage cans
Even garbageman make more than mom
They make more than teachers, next door the preachers
They were sure they would reach us but we'd never listen
Niggas drunk and pissing on the side of the building
Can't provide for children, someone stop the squealing
Turned to drugs for healing, thug sneaking and killing
Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming
One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs
My brother would sell jawns, my mother would yell, "Son
You'll end up in jail, son, or dead or in Hell, son"
But what could she tell son?
That money excel, son
Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail, son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
Doing pushups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my little brother on that same trail, son
Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things my big brother do
Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
Loaded guns in the shoebox, fingerprints on the ooh-wop
Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops
We slung on the block and watch out for the blue coats
Ses blunts we pas after two tokes
Starving for a G-note back, and forth on the ferry boat
Coming up from poverty, we were very broke
To twenty-eight grams, expand to a thousand grams
Reap the twenty dollar bills passed through a thousand hands
Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling
Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men
Recruiting young gunners and runners, let my cousin in
Spot gets knocked, my brother locked the fuck up again
Another mama's son stuck in the fucking pen
To disperse, no one to trust, back to struggling
Now I'm on the streets trying to get my hustle in
Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling
Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things my big brother do
Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
[RZA:]
Life is what you make it
My darling, my dear
Try to make it
If I could, I would, if I can't, I won't
Please forgive me if I don't
Should, some should be
I come from the strangest streets
I come from the place where love and danger meets
A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids
Unemployed, on skid row, we had no toys for kids
We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run
We would bang on drums made from garbage cans
Even garbageman make more than mom
They make more than teachers, next door the preachers
They were sure they would reach us but we'd never listen
Niggas drunk and pissing on the side of the building
Can't provide for children, someone stop the squealing
Turned to drugs for healing, thug sneaking and killing
Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming
One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs
My brother would sell jawns, my mother would yell, "Son
You'll end up in jail, son, or dead or in Hell, son"
But what could she tell son?
That money excel, son
Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail, son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
Doing pushups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my little brother on that same trail, son
Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things my big brother do
Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
Loaded guns in the shoebox, fingerprints on the ooh-wop
Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops
We slung on the block and watch out for the blue coats
Ses blunts we pas after two tokes
Starving for a G-note back, and forth on the ferry boat
Coming up from poverty, we were very broke
To twenty-eight grams, expand to a thousand grams
Reap the twenty dollar bills passed through a thousand hands
Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling
Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men
Recruiting young gunners and runners, let my cousin in
Spot gets knocked, my brother locked the fuck up again
Another mama's son stuck in the fucking pen
To disperse, no one to trust, back to struggling
Now I'm on the streets trying to get my hustle in
Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling
Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things my big brother do
Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
Yo, Is You Cheo? (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Cheo Hodari Coker)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
[Cheo Hodari Coker:]
First time I finally got with Wu, nobody really even knew what they looked like with the exception of, you know, that music video that I think they made for $10 for-for Method Man. But the problem was the business of Wu-Tang. They missed the photoshoot. The only photos they had, that I guess, featured them in masks. At the time, you know, this is pre-internet. If you missed the photoshoot, there was no way for a magazine to course correct. The magazine came out but instead of these photos, everybody had a basic, not even like an illustration, but a caricature. Raekwon the Chef, there was an illustration of Raekwon wearing like a chef hat. Ol' Dirty Bastard is pictured with a blow up doll. I didn't like 'em but the thing was-was I completely understood the position that they were put in. Without art we would have to kill the story. I didn't think the illustrations reflected the seriousness of what I witnessed. Cause musically Wu-Tang was just off the charts. I thought it looked corny. Some stories turn out great and some stories don't turn out great. This was the one I felt was only okay and um you move on. It came out and nothing happened. I didn't hear anything from the group
First person that I see, Masta Killa walks up, I didn't know him at the time. And he say "Yo, is you Cheo?" And I said "Yeah." Bam, I get hit in the face. He's right 'cross my left eye. "That's just to let you know Wu-Tang Clan nothing to fuck with. We come real with our shit. We ain't no fuckin' cartoon characters."
[Cheo Hodari Coker:]
First time I finally got with Wu, nobody really even knew what they looked like with the exception of, you know, that music video that I think they made for $10 for-for Method Man. But the problem was the business of Wu-Tang. They missed the photoshoot. The only photos they had, that I guess, featured them in masks. At the time, you know, this is pre-internet. If you missed the photoshoot, there was no way for a magazine to course correct. The magazine came out but instead of these photos, everybody had a basic, not even like an illustration, but a caricature. Raekwon the Chef, there was an illustration of Raekwon wearing like a chef hat. Ol' Dirty Bastard is pictured with a blow up doll. I didn't like 'em but the thing was-was I completely understood the position that they were put in. Without art we would have to kill the story. I didn't think the illustrations reflected the seriousness of what I witnessed. Cause musically Wu-Tang was just off the charts. I thought it looked corny. Some stories turn out great and some stories don't turn out great. This was the one I felt was only okay and um you move on. It came out and nothing happened. I didn't hear anything from the group
First person that I see, Masta Killa walks up, I didn't know him at the time. And he say "Yo, is you Cheo?" And I said "Yeah." Bam, I get hit in the face. He's right 'cross my left eye. "That's just to let you know Wu-Tang Clan nothing to fuck with. We come real with our shit. We ain't no fuckin' cartoon characters."
Of Mics And Men lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. RZA, Cappadonna & Masta Killa)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
Yeah
Ten G mics and shit
Mics and men, books and pen
Decent rhymes, hooks and lines
One time, where do we begin?
The gritty rugged lands of Shaolin
Where proud men went from moving crack rocks to moving mountains
Moving crowds and making mothers proud now
Walk out of places where our people wasn't allowed in
I took a high-hat, a snare, and a kick drum
A bass, a G-note, turned it into hit songs
Now every we make forty G’s, nigga please, Killa Bees
Pay a quarter mill for the emcees at night, aight?
I kick it like a Nike flight
25 years later, who thought that we could be greater?
The name of Wu-Tang gets spread on both sides of the equator
The RZArector grew to be a movie director
Still smoke blunts with the Meth and rock mics with Inspectah
Still crash bars with Shallah
And my brother Devon, he still push the flyest cars
But he added a yacht to his repertoire
And they marvel how the Jugger still caked with Tony Starks
While The RZA and U-God still shake the féru d'arts
Cappadonna try to put a hole inside your heart
Jamal Ari push that chess piece across the board
With the sound of a sword bein' released from its sheath
And Ol’ Dirty Shimmy Shimmy Ya from beneath
And Power still got that rugged gear in the streets
It's Wu-Tangs, mics and men, we killer bees
Mathematics stay craft-matic on the beats
I'm in the MKX with the opposite sex
Trying to take her from the suburb back to the projects
Money, chicks, fast cars, that's my obsess
I ain't obligated to nothing except contracts
Honey do you do dirty, niggas is still contacts
Lovin' the babes daily, feedin' 'em blowback
Can’t let nothing walk by but a bubble ass
Get money, pop bottles, then we double the cash
Slip by the shop, other niggas’ll fall back
See Divine on the ocean in the yacht
Flip money bags when our Hulu shit pop
Ferragamo belt with the Gucci bought
Yo, you can't tell me nothing bout the Coogi, hah
When I was the one out there making the shit hot
When you was in the spot, you was just a young snot
I was in the ball game pitching the rock
Wu-Tang forever, we always on grind
Like Diddy told you, we ain’t never gon' stop
Man, have you not heard that one word given will have you missing
Listen to the fly piano, Wu-Gambino soprano
Deck and Dino, owners of their own casino
RZA keynote, Stoudemire, young Amar'e
Flow hotter than the Kalahari
Skipping off the rim of the snare
Every rhyme line rich without the line combined
With the power refined
See my mind shine brighter than Einstein
Shallah pen bleed then the dawn is my time
So run, tell a friend, you can check it on Showtime
It's Wu, Mics and Men
Yeah
Ten G mics and shit
Mics and men, books and pen
Decent rhymes, hooks and lines
One time, where do we begin?
The gritty rugged lands of Shaolin
Where proud men went from moving crack rocks to moving mountains
Moving crowds and making mothers proud now
Walk out of places where our people wasn't allowed in
I took a high-hat, a snare, and a kick drum
A bass, a G-note, turned it into hit songs
Now every we make forty G’s, nigga please, Killa Bees
Pay a quarter mill for the emcees at night, aight?
I kick it like a Nike flight
25 years later, who thought that we could be greater?
The name of Wu-Tang gets spread on both sides of the equator
The RZArector grew to be a movie director
Still smoke blunts with the Meth and rock mics with Inspectah
Still crash bars with Shallah
And my brother Devon, he still push the flyest cars
But he added a yacht to his repertoire
And they marvel how the Jugger still caked with Tony Starks
While The RZA and U-God still shake the féru d'arts
Cappadonna try to put a hole inside your heart
Jamal Ari push that chess piece across the board
With the sound of a sword bein' released from its sheath
And Ol’ Dirty Shimmy Shimmy Ya from beneath
And Power still got that rugged gear in the streets
It's Wu-Tangs, mics and men, we killer bees
Mathematics stay craft-matic on the beats
I'm in the MKX with the opposite sex
Trying to take her from the suburb back to the projects
Money, chicks, fast cars, that's my obsess
I ain't obligated to nothing except contracts
Honey do you do dirty, niggas is still contacts
Lovin' the babes daily, feedin' 'em blowback
Can’t let nothing walk by but a bubble ass
Get money, pop bottles, then we double the cash
Slip by the shop, other niggas’ll fall back
See Divine on the ocean in the yacht
Flip money bags when our Hulu shit pop
Ferragamo belt with the Gucci bought
Yo, you can't tell me nothing bout the Coogi, hah
When I was the one out there making the shit hot
When you was in the spot, you was just a young snot
I was in the ball game pitching the rock
Wu-Tang forever, we always on grind
Like Diddy told you, we ain’t never gon' stop
Man, have you not heard that one word given will have you missing
Listen to the fly piano, Wu-Gambino soprano
Deck and Dino, owners of their own casino
RZA keynote, Stoudemire, young Amar'e
Flow hotter than the Kalahari
Skipping off the rim of the snare
Every rhyme line rich without the line combined
With the power refined
See my mind shine brighter than Einstein
Shallah pen bleed then the dawn is my time
So run, tell a friend, you can check it on Showtime
It's Wu, Mics and Men
One Rhyme (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. GZA & Masta Killa)
(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)
[GZA:]
The remedy for stress is a day and a rest
A bag of sess, playing chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain't looking, I take the queen with the rook then
I get vexed, laying phat tracks on Ampex
[Masta Killa:]
I was basically leaving the hustle life. You know, going to night school striving to get a diploma and transitioning to a legitimate lifestyle. That's what my life was like at that point when I met GZA. He mentioned he had family and brothers in Staten Island that were putting this movement together, this Wu-Tang thing. So one day he invites me to go to the studio with him. I didn't go because I had to go to night school that evening. So the next day he had a tape of what they did the night before. And that tape was an unfinished version of "Protect Yo Neck." When I heard that, everything just became crystal clear now. I never missed another studio session after that. Whenever he told me he was going somewhere I was there. It inspired me to sit down. Let me just see if I can write something. I've never written a rhyme before this. So that's what I did. I basically rehearsed that one rhyme, that one rhyme until I mastered it
"You remember the rhyme?"
It was the "Mystery of Chessboxin'" one
[GZA:]
The remedy for stress is a day and a rest
A bag of sess, playing chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain't looking, I take the queen with the rook then
I get vexed, laying phat tracks on Ampex
[Masta Killa:]
I was basically leaving the hustle life. You know, going to night school striving to get a diploma and transitioning to a legitimate lifestyle. That's what my life was like at that point when I met GZA. He mentioned he had family and brothers in Staten Island that were putting this movement together, this Wu-Tang thing. So one day he invites me to go to the studio with him. I didn't go because I had to go to night school that evening. So the next day he had a tape of what they did the night before. And that tape was an unfinished version of "Protect Yo Neck." When I heard that, everything just became crystal clear now. I never missed another studio session after that. Whenever he told me he was going somewhere I was there. It inspired me to sit down. Let me just see if I can write something. I've never written a rhyme before this. So that's what I did. I basically rehearsed that one rhyme, that one rhyme until I mastered it
"You remember the rhyme?"
It was the "Mystery of Chessboxin'" one
Wu-Tang The Saga Continues Intro lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. RZA)
[Intro: Samples]
He's taking the test
Do you know the consequences if you should fail the test?
And not get to Death Alley
My advice is not to try it
I've made up my mind, I won't fail
Don't you know, the men in there, will be fighting to kill?
I know, they're all my brothers there, but they all have their orders though: fight to kill, and show no mercy to anyone. That's why they call it, "Death Alley"
What do you prove, if you're killed?
It simply proves, that I'm not good
Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world
[RZA:]
You guys ready?
Yo, y'all mother-motherfuckin' there?
This shit on? Yo
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
No, no, no, no, no, no
Check it out, zig zag, 2017, another Wu saga
Continue like Buck Rogers in the 21st century and we still gotta duck the fucking coppers?
Take it back to this top of the beat that I'ma fuck with now
It's already happening? This shit is happening already?
He's taking the test
Do you know the consequences if you should fail the test?
And not get to Death Alley
My advice is not to try it
I've made up my mind, I won't fail
Don't you know, the men in there, will be fighting to kill?
I know, they're all my brothers there, but they all have their orders though: fight to kill, and show no mercy to anyone. That's why they call it, "Death Alley"
What do you prove, if you're killed?
It simply proves, that I'm not good
Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world
[RZA:]
You guys ready?
Yo, y'all mother-motherfuckin' there?
This shit on? Yo
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
No, no, no, no, no, no
Check it out, zig zag, 2017, another Wu saga
Continue like Buck Rogers in the 21st century and we still gotta duck the fucking coppers?
Take it back to this top of the beat that I'ma fuck with now
It's already happening? This shit is happening already?
Lesson Learn'd lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Inspektah Deck, Redman)
[Redman:]
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
[Inspectah Deck:]
I said one, two, three and to the fo'
I glide like there's simply no traction on the flo'
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the door
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I'm a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here's proof, ain't it the truth
So I'll a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin' the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn't last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jel
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I'm back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I'm back at it
[Redman:]
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
Yo, I'm on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I'm boy beastin' in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it's all about bread
Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty
I'm tryna make history, and history say
Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let's tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga
Yo, fuck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours
Mathematics
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
[Inspectah Deck:]
I said one, two, three and to the fo'
I glide like there's simply no traction on the flo'
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the door
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I'm a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here's proof, ain't it the truth
So I'll a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin' the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn't last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jel
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I'm back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I'm back at it
[Redman:]
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
Yo, I'm on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I'm boy beastin' in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it's all about bread
Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty
I'm tryna make history, and history say
Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let's tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Def Squad niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga
Yo, fuck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours
Mathematics
Fast And Furious lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Hue Hef, Raekwon)
Pass the fuckin' weed, nigga
Man my fuckin' phone is goin' crazy right now, man
Once this nigga hit me up and bring me this blunt
Shit, man
Ahh this bitch
Ayo, ayo
[Hue Hef:]
It's like six in the morning
Me and Miller just finished our pack
Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack
Grab the Nextel like yo L, police on the jack
I'm in that wide-body six and I'm sippin' on yak
Blunt of the apple haze got me chilling on lean, back high
Mean like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Peace out, ridin' the whip
Look at how I'm ridin' my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga has stick
Was parked right on the block
Watchin' us but I ain't peep him and shit
Anyway, back to the story, you steamin' and shit
Pass the piff, we got fiends waitin', fiendin' and shit
Connect got me waitin', fuck, so I'm heated and shit
On the phone cursin' at shorty, "I'm leavin' you, bitch"
Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
Seen a group of [?] tryna run by
This man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun dry
Please cock back, but he spin around one time
[?] his man comin' by
We're like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in drive, now Hue ride sick when he high
Pull up [?] they want us to die
Loose cannons do damage, well I'm dumpin' this 9
Whole clique in the back and we ready to ride
I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
[Raekwon:]
Hey, yo
Got the call from the connect from down bottom
They said they got the squares
And they all for a good price and they solid
Reply 10-4, hung up the horn, got dressed
Waves, rest the best, yes, threw the Franck Muller on
Sophisticated, nothin' flashy, solid king, move like a boss
But the calm flowin' into somethin' nasty
Puffin' on the finest cheeba, green as a rainforest
Doin' a buck on I-95, screamin', "I live for this"
They just seen us comin', blew a flat
Pulled over to the shoulder
Pop the trunk to see if it's a spare in the back
A van pulled up, with Florida tags
Three men jumped out with guns drawn and they all wore masks
Snatched me up and handcuffed me
Hit me with the butt of the gun
I'm thinkin' to myself, "The war just begun"
Thirty minutes in the ride, the mask came off
The chickens dropped, the two in the back had Russian accents
Askin' who my connect is, where he rest shit
You better off squeezin' that tool bitch
He said, "Nah, you're worth more to us alive than dead"
He's flashed his badge and started laughin'
"Cocksucker, we the feds"
[Hue Hef:]
I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Man my fuckin' phone is goin' crazy right now, man
Once this nigga hit me up and bring me this blunt
Shit, man
Ahh this bitch
Ayo, ayo
[Hue Hef:]
It's like six in the morning
Me and Miller just finished our pack
Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack
Grab the Nextel like yo L, police on the jack
I'm in that wide-body six and I'm sippin' on yak
Blunt of the apple haze got me chilling on lean, back high
Mean like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Peace out, ridin' the whip
Look at how I'm ridin' my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga has stick
Was parked right on the block
Watchin' us but I ain't peep him and shit
Anyway, back to the story, you steamin' and shit
Pass the piff, we got fiends waitin', fiendin' and shit
Connect got me waitin', fuck, so I'm heated and shit
On the phone cursin' at shorty, "I'm leavin' you, bitch"
Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
Seen a group of [?] tryna run by
This man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun dry
Please cock back, but he spin around one time
[?] his man comin' by
We're like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in drive, now Hue ride sick when he high
Pull up [?] they want us to die
Loose cannons do damage, well I'm dumpin' this 9
Whole clique in the back and we ready to ride
I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
[Raekwon:]
Hey, yo
Got the call from the connect from down bottom
They said they got the squares
And they all for a good price and they solid
Reply 10-4, hung up the horn, got dressed
Waves, rest the best, yes, threw the Franck Muller on
Sophisticated, nothin' flashy, solid king, move like a boss
But the calm flowin' into somethin' nasty
Puffin' on the finest cheeba, green as a rainforest
Doin' a buck on I-95, screamin', "I live for this"
They just seen us comin', blew a flat
Pulled over to the shoulder
Pop the trunk to see if it's a spare in the back
A van pulled up, with Florida tags
Three men jumped out with guns drawn and they all wore masks
Snatched me up and handcuffed me
Hit me with the butt of the gun
I'm thinkin' to myself, "The war just begun"
Thirty minutes in the ride, the mask came off
The chickens dropped, the two in the back had Russian accents
Askin' who my connect is, where he rest shit
You better off squeezin' that tool bitch
He said, "Nah, you're worth more to us alive than dead"
He's flashed his badge and started laughin'
"Cocksucker, we the feds"
[Hue Hef:]
I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Famous Fighters (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
Hi, Dad, you mustn't forget not that you promised while we are eating you'd tell a story
I'll, I'll tell you something later.. something strange happening in the martial arts world
Good, tell me then!
Every year, many famous fighters are gathering. The story is:
What are you doing in Shaolin? Who are you? Let's have your leg!
The Wu-Tang Clan, now the Wu-Tang warriors...
Quiet! Do you know where you are? Show all respect
I know that I've come into a tiger's den
But then, I came to catch tigers, right
If you lay a sword on him, I'll kill you
[?], if you're itching for a duel to test these skills, right now is the time to fight
Because you fight now, then you'll lose
Who says?
I say it
Just kill him!
No, you can't kill him
That's my job
I want the man dead, then he dies
I'll, I'll tell you something later.. something strange happening in the martial arts world
Good, tell me then!
Every year, many famous fighters are gathering. The story is:
What are you doing in Shaolin? Who are you? Let's have your leg!
The Wu-Tang Clan, now the Wu-Tang warriors...
Quiet! Do you know where you are? Show all respect
I know that I've come into a tiger's den
But then, I came to catch tigers, right
If you lay a sword on him, I'll kill you
[?], if you're itching for a duel to test these skills, right now is the time to fight
Because you fight now, then you'll lose
Who says?
I say it
Just kill him!
No, you can't kill him
That's my job
I want the man dead, then he dies
If Time is Money (Fly Navigation) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Method Man)
Look, vibe with me
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a combo
King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
Some band want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em
I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
I'm at the nana's, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes 'I'm not your Santa'
Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[x2]
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a combo
King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
Some band want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em
I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
I'm at the nana's, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes 'I'm not your Santa'
Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
[x2]
Frozen lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Method Man, Killa Priest, Chris River)
[*sound of bomb dropping*]
[Method Man:]
Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice
I ain't into chain snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife
Fan supportin' don't never ask him the price
If you new you can't afford it, you better askin' advice
Stick to the point if I ever had me a knife
Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light
Meth, not the type for doin' the pipe
But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right
You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it
They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look
I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks
I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook
Yah, still talk about it and I still live it
Underground without a shovel and still diggin'
It's always been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it
My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here then don't visit
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
And do you know the penalty for that?
What penalty?
The penalty is death and there is no alternative
[Killah Priest:]
Color me bad
Face emerge, blood in the bath
Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass
Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the killin'
Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions
Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride
Mafia's assassins, cocaine's inside
Fat man with the pinky ring laughin'
Movin' the static through traffic
The hoss, boss called The Dragon
His head's bald, enemies are mauled
His hands are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit
His broad is fit with the largest tits
Through the fog, they sit
Helicopters over Nicaragua
Scuba divers dig for lobster
The zoo are tigers, pits, and jaguars
The bets, NASCAR
Threats, Nasaw
Fools wear wires, shooters was hired
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Chris Rivers:]
Like a Shaolin astoundin', pound grounds like mountains
Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and ounces
Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth inertia
Converge and surge, hurt and burn ya
Philosophical, spit prodigal, son quantical
Known to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals
In a hot [?] I split particles, follicles rift
Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitize
You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I pantomime
Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp bitch MCs
Earn mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies
Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' heat
Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's enemies
Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss
If you ain't the nicest, you a target, bitch
Chris
[Mathematics:]
We the first niggas that did that
I don't give a fuck what nobody say
[Method Man:]
Alright bring it back a little bit
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Are you kidding? I don't necce? It's brutal, you deserve to be punished
Well, I'd like to see you try that
You think this is going to work out?
It isn't going to be quite so easy
He who kills will be killed
Those who kill will have to be killed
Wh-what now?
[Method Man:]
Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice
I ain't into chain snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife
Fan supportin' don't never ask him the price
If you new you can't afford it, you better askin' advice
Stick to the point if I ever had me a knife
Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light
Meth, not the type for doin' the pipe
But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right
You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it
They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look
I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks
I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook
Yah, still talk about it and I still live it
Underground without a shovel and still diggin'
It's always been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it
My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here then don't visit
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
And do you know the penalty for that?
What penalty?
The penalty is death and there is no alternative
[Killah Priest:]
Color me bad
Face emerge, blood in the bath
Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass
Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the killin'
Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions
Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride
Mafia's assassins, cocaine's inside
Fat man with the pinky ring laughin'
Movin' the static through traffic
The hoss, boss called The Dragon
His head's bald, enemies are mauled
His hands are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit
His broad is fit with the largest tits
Through the fog, they sit
Helicopters over Nicaragua
Scuba divers dig for lobster
The zoo are tigers, pits, and jaguars
The bets, NASCAR
Threats, Nasaw
Fools wear wires, shooters was hired
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Chris Rivers:]
Like a Shaolin astoundin', pound grounds like mountains
Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and ounces
Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth inertia
Converge and surge, hurt and burn ya
Philosophical, spit prodigal, son quantical
Known to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals
In a hot [?] I split particles, follicles rift
Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitize
You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I pantomime
Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp bitch MCs
Earn mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies
Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' heat
Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's enemies
Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss
If you ain't the nicest, you a target, bitch
Chris
[Mathematics:]
We the first niggas that did that
I don't give a fuck what nobody say
[Method Man:]
Alright bring it back a little bit
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
[Raekwon:]
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
[Ghostface Killah:]
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
[Raekwon:]
Make money, maintain and build me a train
[Ghostface Killah:]
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Are you kidding? I don't necce? It's brutal, you deserve to be punished
Well, I'd like to see you try that
You think this is going to work out?
It isn't going to be quite so easy
He who kills will be killed
Those who kill will have to be killed
Wh-what now?
Berto And The Fiend (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killa)
This is a story of Berto and the Fiend
Told to us by the Ghostface Killah
Word, I remember the fiend, I remember the fiend fucked Berto up
The fiend is fuckin' Berto up
I had to jump in there like, "Yo, chill!"
He tried to beat the nigga for his 35 dollars
But the fiend was on some slim Bruce Lee shit
Yeah, his sneakers was tied tight
That's how you knew niggas fight, 'cause they was tight
All the sudden that nigga slammed Berto like,
He had him on the floor
He was like, "Yo, yo, get him off me!"
You know what I'm sayin'
Had to get the nigga off him and shit
Let him pound on him for like two seconds or whatever
Got the fiend off him
Where are you going?
I'm wasting no time, gonna kill
Told to us by the Ghostface Killah
Word, I remember the fiend, I remember the fiend fucked Berto up
The fiend is fuckin' Berto up
I had to jump in there like, "Yo, chill!"
He tried to beat the nigga for his 35 dollars
But the fiend was on some slim Bruce Lee shit
Yeah, his sneakers was tied tight
That's how you knew niggas fight, 'cause they was tight
All the sudden that nigga slammed Berto like,
He had him on the floor
He was like, "Yo, yo, get him off me!"
You know what I'm sayin'
Had to get the nigga off him and shit
Let him pound on him for like two seconds or whatever
Got the fiend off him
Where are you going?
I'm wasting no time, gonna kill
Pearl Harbor lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA, Sean Price)
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[Sean Price:]
Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth?
Sweating, facial expression is stressing like 'oh shit'
That's the shit that I don't like
Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write
Fuckin' stupid ass rappers
Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
P! What it do, nigga?
I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas
I don't weirdo with queer clothes
I share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write hard
Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars
Pa, I'm the greatest of all-time
How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's?
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[Method Man:]
Since, birth, I've been a fast learner, ask my earth
That's my mama, kept a burner in her purse
This murder in the first
Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse
I put everythang on it, that's 'The works'
I'm in it for the perks
'Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst
And how they kill your image with a verse
A hater get it worse
I'm telling every member of your church
They gon' have to put your image on a shirt
'Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin'
That's everybody, I mean anybody
I might leave somebody bleedin'
Or watch me catch a hommy, even hit you in the lobby
Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin'
Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin'
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[RZA:]
Pass any test of litmus, provide that 24-Hour Fitness
On the weekend, I'm sipping Belvedere with that citrus
My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho bark for my mistress
Pipe is good, live every day like it is Christmas
Happy New Year—I do what the fuck I wanna do here, nigga
Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear
I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out
I got stamina, I'll long-dick a bird 'til she sings out
La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga
Back to heterosexual, I'm classic like Impala
Plus, I'm federal, when it comes to making dollars
Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin' holla
Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom
In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton
Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten
Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Shoot your old lady in her privacy
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[Sean Price:]
Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth?
Sweating, facial expression is stressing like 'oh shit'
That's the shit that I don't like
Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write
Fuckin' stupid ass rappers
Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
P! What it do, nigga?
I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas
I don't weirdo with queer clothes
I share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write hard
Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars
Pa, I'm the greatest of all-time
How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's?
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[Method Man:]
Since, birth, I've been a fast learner, ask my earth
That's my mama, kept a burner in her purse
This murder in the first
Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse
I put everythang on it, that's 'The works'
I'm in it for the perks
'Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst
And how they kill your image with a verse
A hater get it worse
I'm telling every member of your church
They gon' have to put your image on a shirt
'Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin'
That's everybody, I mean anybody
I might leave somebody bleedin'
Or watch me catch a hommy, even hit you in the lobby
Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin'
Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin'
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
[RZA:]
Pass any test of litmus, provide that 24-Hour Fitness
On the weekend, I'm sipping Belvedere with that citrus
My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho bark for my mistress
Pipe is good, live every day like it is Christmas
Happy New Year—I do what the fuck I wanna do here, nigga
Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear
I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out
I got stamina, I'll long-dick a bird 'til she sings out
La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga
Back to heterosexual, I'm classic like Impala
Plus, I'm federal, when it comes to making dollars
Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin' holla
Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom
In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton
Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten
Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton
[Ghostface Killah:]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Shoot your old lady in her privacy
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
People Say lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Redman)
[Sample:]
But still, if one of their men is so ferocious
Don't worry about it
A disciple
I'm well aware my kung-fu is unbeatable
Brother, we're trapped
[Method Man:]
That's when my heart turned cold
I'm a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Add soda, turn the product into rock
It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his heyday he probably put your father in a box
In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot
Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty with the bars
That's a payday so bruh, this ain't even a bar
This is AA, back up in the trunk with the AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
Got bottles coming out, warriors come out and play-ayy
Just know I'm Grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay, my goon's hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go oops upside your head
[Raekwon:]
We had 'dro and po', suckers
Range Rovers flood up the Rucker
Me, a thousand chains on, I got put on well up
Evergreen baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms
Slick bastards get cream, yelling 'Cash rule!'
Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour
Coke chemists taste the flow, it's numb, needs copper rum
Blunting off the get back, salute me then one, I'm out
Off to the races, my blazers ain't patient
They want to spray shit, get elephant blown for stalking Rae shit
Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section like I'm on Vicodin
Fuck with the righteous men, and we fighting 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
Metals and gear, getting fried off the medical, that's incredible
The flyest, the most notorious while they tapping those liars
Off niggas heads like papayas
[Redman:]
Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob Marley
So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a boss, saying they time's money
Women injections, leave 'em with odd bodies
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home training
I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon
I told Lighty, if I hate him, I'ma violate him
I'm not a shooter but I know shooters
And if them shooters don't shoot up, I'll go suit up
Redman and the W, it's televised
We ain't them niggas, media telling hella lies (Fuck you!)
This a campfire of a vampire
I don't sleep when hot beats through the amplifier
And every nigga got something to say
I'm like, 'Yeah okay, y'all corny anyway, Doc
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)
[Inspectah Deck:]
My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean hard
You see more riders lined up than you'll see at a theme park
My queen hot, making the scene pop, routine, akh
Online gangstas, I'm giving them screenshots
Hard writing lyrics to God, right?
Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale from The Dark Knight
On sight, fogging your fog lights, your dog's like
Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar fight
Like this, like an IG pic
Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I been on that beast shit
Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the streets lit
Shining star, find another, you gon' find it hard
Certain death, Deck'll walk off with minor scars
Firing squad, defying the odds
And the flow solitary, just me behind the bars
[Masta Killa:]
Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face intensity
Applying ingenuity, Tec criminology
Sharp mathematically
Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics, consistent, never quit, superstar, I write hits
Come have a listen y'all
Getting money, flipping it
Scripting it, record it, fans then applaud it
Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it
Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope
Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the beat back
Watch the magnetic attract 'em, club pack 'em
They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm attacking 'em
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)
But still, if one of their men is so ferocious
Don't worry about it
A disciple
I'm well aware my kung-fu is unbeatable
Brother, we're trapped
[Method Man:]
That's when my heart turned cold
I'm a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Add soda, turn the product into rock
It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his heyday he probably put your father in a box
In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot
Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty with the bars
That's a payday so bruh, this ain't even a bar
This is AA, back up in the trunk with the AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
Got bottles coming out, warriors come out and play-ayy
Just know I'm Grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay, my goon's hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go oops upside your head
[Raekwon:]
We had 'dro and po', suckers
Range Rovers flood up the Rucker
Me, a thousand chains on, I got put on well up
Evergreen baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms
Slick bastards get cream, yelling 'Cash rule!'
Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour
Coke chemists taste the flow, it's numb, needs copper rum
Blunting off the get back, salute me then one, I'm out
Off to the races, my blazers ain't patient
They want to spray shit, get elephant blown for stalking Rae shit
Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section like I'm on Vicodin
Fuck with the righteous men, and we fighting 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
Metals and gear, getting fried off the medical, that's incredible
The flyest, the most notorious while they tapping those liars
Off niggas heads like papayas
[Redman:]
Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob Marley
So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a boss, saying they time's money
Women injections, leave 'em with odd bodies
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home training
I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon
I told Lighty, if I hate him, I'ma violate him
I'm not a shooter but I know shooters
And if them shooters don't shoot up, I'll go suit up
Redman and the W, it's televised
We ain't them niggas, media telling hella lies (Fuck you!)
This a campfire of a vampire
I don't sleep when hot beats through the amplifier
And every nigga got something to say
I'm like, 'Yeah okay, y'all corny anyway, Doc
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)
[Inspectah Deck:]
My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean hard
You see more riders lined up than you'll see at a theme park
My queen hot, making the scene pop, routine, akh
Online gangstas, I'm giving them screenshots
Hard writing lyrics to God, right?
Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale from The Dark Knight
On sight, fogging your fog lights, your dog's like
Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar fight
Like this, like an IG pic
Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I been on that beast shit
Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the streets lit
Shining star, find another, you gon' find it hard
Certain death, Deck'll walk off with minor scars
Firing squad, defying the odds
And the flow solitary, just me behind the bars
[Masta Killa:]
Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face intensity
Applying ingenuity, Tec criminology
Sharp mathematically
Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics, consistent, never quit, superstar, I write hits
Come have a listen y'all
Getting money, flipping it
Scripting it, record it, fans then applaud it
Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it
Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope
Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the beat back
Watch the magnetic attract 'em, club pack 'em
They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm attacking 'em
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)
Family (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
They did not tell us that all of that, "being my own person and my being independent", would lead to separation, loneliness, celibacy, and lesbianism. They didn't tell us that if you give up the man, you're gonna take one of these things, it gets worse and would destroy your nation. They made us think it was some kind of glorified position to brag about the fact that I got my own job, my own credit card, my own car, so I don't need no man. I don't even know how we got that mixed up, ain't none of that got anything to do with having being with no man. We have some serious relationship problems, you know, over 60% of our women are single, widowed, separated, or divorced. They don't have a man. They need fathers, they need protection. To raise a child, you need a parental coalition of a man and a woman. We have sons, by not having have a father in the home, they don't know how to respect women. They may bring the welfare system in and tell us in order to feed, and clothe, and house our children, we have to give up our man – we have to put the man out of the house. When the white farmwife goes to the government for subsidy for the farm, they don't tell them to get rid of the farm and they keep that family together. But in the black community they make it a requirement, because they want to keep endorsing into the black community that the black man is no good.
Why Why Why lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. RZA, Swnkah)
[Swnkah:]
A mi name Swnkah, comin' live
Kingston fight, black roots, youths from [?]
Big up RZA, Mathematics, all Wu-Tang Clan
A we come for Chinatown to Babylon
[RZA:]
If I put my fist through the face of a racist
Smack 'em tasteless
Would I face three cases in court, locked in places
Or shackled to a seat of a bus, a hundred of us
Life in America shouldn't be so tough
We got western civilization got me fighting for my civil rights
After fighting scores of war, we still fight for our civil rights
To be equal citizens with equal opportunity
Equal chance to advance and uplift our communities
But instead we getting shot in the head
Like a black man life ain't worth a loaf of bread
"Stop or I shoot," you stop, they still shoot
Buck, buck, buck they stomp you out with steel boots
[Swnkah:]
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
[RZA:]
They trying to distract us from our practice
And shackle us up, mentally retract us backwards
Attack us like the prophet on the way to Damascus
It's like we huddle up, had control of the ball, let 'em sack us
Now they overtax us as if they want to collapse us
Don't be diluted by this foolishness
30 years old man still want nothing do with this
Try to find career and a beer on the weekend
And a freak he could take to the crib on the weekend
SUV, XM, heat, only plays the Weeknd
Only wanna fuck you 5 AM with no tweeting
Honey's 25 should be working but she's twerking
Nobodies tripping she could make money from stripping
And I'm sitting in the back sipping my 'yac
Can't help but thinking that "What does her father think of that?"
Probably because I got a daughter
I heard Money Mayweather, he makes it rain without water
He dropped 50 G's at a strip club near the border
A dozen women crawling on all fours up
Woah, hey, you should've saw her
You should've took that money to a college campus
But then again, I guess momma needed some Pampers
But from my view, these wizards need some pampering
Not [?] stop looting and tamperin' with the essence
Even with a lack of substance
And she wonders why, why, why she can't keep her husband?
[Swnkah:]
We come to unite people
Every color, every race
Every shape, every face
All around the nation
No discrimination
Peace and love [?]
From generation to generation
Jah, [?] not take it no more
[?] RZA, Wu-Tang Clan, take it to there
(Oh, why, why?)
It's getting realer
Streets gettin' hotter, I could feel it
Who am I to put a gun to another
I'm just trying to show love to my brother
Hands up, I just pray to God I make it out
(Stop killin' [?])
Is my life not enough, am I hard to love
If it's America we trusted each other knock me down
And I'm just trying to live it up
Only one life to live and I ain't trying to give it up
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why?
A mi name Swnkah, comin' live
Kingston fight, black roots, youths from [?]
Big up RZA, Mathematics, all Wu-Tang Clan
A we come for Chinatown to Babylon
[RZA:]
If I put my fist through the face of a racist
Smack 'em tasteless
Would I face three cases in court, locked in places
Or shackled to a seat of a bus, a hundred of us
Life in America shouldn't be so tough
We got western civilization got me fighting for my civil rights
After fighting scores of war, we still fight for our civil rights
To be equal citizens with equal opportunity
Equal chance to advance and uplift our communities
But instead we getting shot in the head
Like a black man life ain't worth a loaf of bread
"Stop or I shoot," you stop, they still shoot
Buck, buck, buck they stomp you out with steel boots
[Swnkah:]
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
[RZA:]
They trying to distract us from our practice
And shackle us up, mentally retract us backwards
Attack us like the prophet on the way to Damascus
It's like we huddle up, had control of the ball, let 'em sack us
Now they overtax us as if they want to collapse us
Don't be diluted by this foolishness
30 years old man still want nothing do with this
Try to find career and a beer on the weekend
And a freak he could take to the crib on the weekend
SUV, XM, heat, only plays the Weeknd
Only wanna fuck you 5 AM with no tweeting
Honey's 25 should be working but she's twerking
Nobodies tripping she could make money from stripping
And I'm sitting in the back sipping my 'yac
Can't help but thinking that "What does her father think of that?"
Probably because I got a daughter
I heard Money Mayweather, he makes it rain without water
He dropped 50 G's at a strip club near the border
A dozen women crawling on all fours up
Woah, hey, you should've saw her
You should've took that money to a college campus
But then again, I guess momma needed some Pampers
But from my view, these wizards need some pampering
Not [?] stop looting and tamperin' with the essence
Even with a lack of substance
And she wonders why, why, why she can't keep her husband?
[Swnkah:]
We come to unite people
Every color, every race
Every shape, every face
All around the nation
No discrimination
Peace and love [?]
From generation to generation
Jah, [?] not take it no more
[?] RZA, Wu-Tang Clan, take it to there
(Oh, why, why?)
It's getting realer
Streets gettin' hotter, I could feel it
Who am I to put a gun to another
I'm just trying to show love to my brother
Hands up, I just pray to God I make it out
(Stop killin' [?])
Is my life not enough, am I hard to love
If it's America we trusted each other knock me down
And I'm just trying to live it up
Only one life to live and I ain't trying to give it up
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why, why, why, why?
Oh, why, why?
G'd up lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Method Man, R-Mean, Mzee Jones)
[Method Man:]
Allah Math, dig it
My block is G'd up, the cops is racist
Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
Woman are getting eat up
Look at this paper don't need much
But still need a calculator to keep up
Je-sus; I'm doing me, B.I.G
Hit Little Cease up after I hit this tree up
Me, I get my cheese up
Puff the buddha, I get my G up
My team in the building until the lease up
Look, you think this method ain't pro-lific then pro-hibit
See I'm no [?] but like my daddy no different
A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure
Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers
To quote Jigga I goes hard, I blow Swishers
I blow that trigger, your whole squad could go with you
Ay, Dio mío, I'm a hell of a flow spitter
You ain't my people, I don't care if you know RZA
'Cause at the end of the day
I'm a problem boy, stay out of my way
Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space
And if I beat you to the punch I punch you dead in your face
[Sample:]
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
[Mzee Jones:]
Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women
No kidding, big business, tops missing
Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin'
Welcome to the big boy life
Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching
Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copy
Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping
Welcome to the big boy life - yeah
[R-Mean:]
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
We known to do this
The flow is losing, it's so abusive
Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that dough is Jewish
I over do this, fuck a moderation
Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration
Meth-Tical, All Dash, Allah Math
Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God's path
These surfaces try to divert us away from a higher purpose
I look emcees in their eyes, you looking kind of nervous
But we knowing the mean, the leader's showing ya
King of kings, Haile Selassie, Ethiopia
Blunt condition chronic and I don't mean that pneumonia
So shorty you and your friend
I'm bout to leave with the both of ya
She tell me that she need me
They always come right back
Bitches get repo'd quicker than Tyga's Lamborghini
We eating lobster and shrimp
Rappers is Ramadan
Too raw, I shouldn't spit without a condom on
The type of rookie that's respected by the veterans
'Cause dog I ain't a rookie, I'm a motherfucking veteran
Light up the medicine, just know you've been warned
'Cause when the killer bees starting to swarm, you know it's on
[Sample:]
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
[Mzee Jones:]
Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women
No kidding, big business, tops missing
Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin'
Welcome to the big boy life
Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching
Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copy
Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping
Welcome to the big boy life - yeah
Allah Math, dig it
My block is G'd up, the cops is racist
Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
Woman are getting eat up
Look at this paper don't need much
But still need a calculator to keep up
Je-sus; I'm doing me, B.I.G
Hit Little Cease up after I hit this tree up
Me, I get my cheese up
Puff the buddha, I get my G up
My team in the building until the lease up
Look, you think this method ain't pro-lific then pro-hibit
See I'm no [?] but like my daddy no different
A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure
Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers
To quote Jigga I goes hard, I blow Swishers
I blow that trigger, your whole squad could go with you
Ay, Dio mío, I'm a hell of a flow spitter
You ain't my people, I don't care if you know RZA
'Cause at the end of the day
I'm a problem boy, stay out of my way
Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space
And if I beat you to the punch I punch you dead in your face
[Sample:]
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
[Mzee Jones:]
Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women
No kidding, big business, tops missing
Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin'
Welcome to the big boy life
Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching
Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copy
Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping
Welcome to the big boy life - yeah
[R-Mean:]
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
We known to do this
The flow is losing, it's so abusive
Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that dough is Jewish
I over do this, fuck a moderation
Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration
Meth-Tical, All Dash, Allah Math
Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God's path
These surfaces try to divert us away from a higher purpose
I look emcees in their eyes, you looking kind of nervous
But we knowing the mean, the leader's showing ya
King of kings, Haile Selassie, Ethiopia
Blunt condition chronic and I don't mean that pneumonia
So shorty you and your friend
I'm bout to leave with the both of ya
She tell me that she need me
They always come right back
Bitches get repo'd quicker than Tyga's Lamborghini
We eating lobster and shrimp
Rappers is Ramadan
Too raw, I shouldn't spit without a condom on
The type of rookie that's respected by the veterans
'Cause dog I ain't a rookie, I'm a motherfucking veteran
Light up the medicine, just know you've been warned
'Cause when the killer bees starting to swarm, you know it's on
[Sample:]
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
[Mzee Jones:]
Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women
No kidding, big business, tops missing
Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin'
Welcome to the big boy life
Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching
Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copy
Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping
Welcome to the big boy life - yeah
If What You Say Is True lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Streetlife)
[Intro:]
Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true
If what you say is true
[Cappadonna:]
The clouds was gray, the sky was black
Two undercover pigs jumped out the Pontiac
Trying to extort us, they wanna know where the money at
We countin’ the cream, my team get plenty stacks
Let the guards bill wherever we at
We attackin’ the mind state
We civilized niggas we don’t think of the crime rate
The mind’s infinite now, we can’t waste time
Take the ones that know the ledge, leave the rest behind
Salute, fall back in line
Here come the first nine out of the booth
Sparks of energy, create more life and more synergy
Forever is Wu, you can never set for the glue
Homie is Mathematical, beats is bangin’
All my lords get radical
Don’t blast the past homie, that’s equilateral
JJY, Killa Beez is splattering you
And everybody love us in here
It don’t matter who
[Masta Killa:]
(Look, look, look)
Shoulder rolling off the beat
Catch a 'J, I kiss it and throw it back
Science is sweet and questional
This is Irief Jamal, unique professional
Blessin’ you a hundred mill flow
Steel tip arrow and bow, I pull and let it go
Look how the crowd go wild for this mic style
Wu World Clan united this how the reptile
Keepin’ us apart between some darts from the heart
Forever stayin’ mentally sharp, spark the brain
Physically equipped to tear you out the frame
I don’t play with this mic thing
But brings all of the above, I reign
[Refrain:]
If what you say is true
[Streetlife:]
This is target practice, watch me get my darts off
Leave 'em bleedin' out with they shoes and they socks off
Fit it on the sidewalk, this is real talk
Anybody could get it, I pop a couple shots off
Home of this smash and grab, I’m taking minds off the top
Doin' stick up, no mask, I got the drop
Run up on you, in front of your buildin'
Now you speak a bazillion
Gun you down right in front of your children
We bang out on a regular basis, or raise havoc face
Leave no shell, these open cases
My description, big black bodacious
All black, Wu, hoodie on with the go fat laces
[Refrain:]
If what you say is true
[GZA:]
A rhyme is a struggle from conception
Series of complex maps in all directions
Totally dependent on an act of breathing
Learning, depending on an act of reading
The MC draws in a long, deep breath
Holding it until makin’ it right before it left
Extracted it from it is life-giving properties
We acting from it, and control the properly
[Refrain:]
If what you say is true
The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang
Could be dangerous
[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
[?] gonna understand?
Now, do you understand?
The only way we can stay strong as we stick together
'Cause they gon' try, they gon' try
Let me tell you what they gon' try to do
And y'all remember the shit, y'all gon' tell them, fucking world
Teach all the babies and shit
They gon' try to make black and white go against each other
Which they can't because we already having a good time
WU!
[Outro:]
That was great! Wonderful!
Terrific duel! The best that I've ever seen
Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true
If what you say is true
[Cappadonna:]
The clouds was gray, the sky was black
Two undercover pigs jumped out the Pontiac
Trying to extort us, they wanna know where the money at
We countin’ the cream, my team get plenty stacks
Let the guards bill wherever we at
We attackin’ the mind state
We civilized niggas we don’t think of the crime rate
The mind’s infinite now, we can’t waste time
Take the ones that know the ledge, leave the rest behind
Salute, fall back in line
Here come the first nine out of the booth
Sparks of energy, create more life and more synergy
Forever is Wu, you can never set for the glue
Homie is Mathematical, beats is bangin’
All my lords get radical
Don’t blast the past homie, that’s equilateral
JJY, Killa Beez is splattering you
And everybody love us in here
It don’t matter who
[Masta Killa:]
(Look, look, look)
Shoulder rolling off the beat
Catch a 'J, I kiss it and throw it back
Science is sweet and questional
This is Irief Jamal, unique professional
Blessin’ you a hundred mill flow
Steel tip arrow and bow, I pull and let it go
Look how the crowd go wild for this mic style
Wu World Clan united this how the reptile
Keepin’ us apart between some darts from the heart
Forever stayin’ mentally sharp, spark the brain
Physically equipped to tear you out the frame
I don’t play with this mic thing
But brings all of the above, I reign
[Refrain:]
If what you say is true
[Streetlife:]
This is target practice, watch me get my darts off
Leave 'em bleedin' out with they shoes and they socks off
Fit it on the sidewalk, this is real talk
Anybody could get it, I pop a couple shots off
Home of this smash and grab, I’m taking minds off the top
Doin' stick up, no mask, I got the drop
Run up on you, in front of your buildin'
Now you speak a bazillion
Gun you down right in front of your children
We bang out on a regular basis, or raise havoc face
Leave no shell, these open cases
My description, big black bodacious
All black, Wu, hoodie on with the go fat laces
[Refrain:]
If what you say is true
[GZA:]
A rhyme is a struggle from conception
Series of complex maps in all directions
Totally dependent on an act of breathing
Learning, depending on an act of reading
The MC draws in a long, deep breath
Holding it until makin’ it right before it left
Extracted it from it is life-giving properties
We acting from it, and control the properly
[Refrain:]
If what you say is true
The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang
Could be dangerous
[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
[?] gonna understand?
Now, do you understand?
The only way we can stay strong as we stick together
'Cause they gon' try, they gon' try
Let me tell you what they gon' try to do
And y'all remember the shit, y'all gon' tell them, fucking world
Teach all the babies and shit
They gon' try to make black and white go against each other
Which they can't because we already having a good time
WU!
[Outro:]
That was great! Wonderful!
Terrific duel! The best that I've ever seen
Saga (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. RZA)
Spread the propaganda
They tryna stop us from prospering
They don't wanna see us grow
They wanna squash us in
I travel to mountain ranges
Acknowledge the change of the climate
I think man's the most destructive climate
But it's another Wu saga
Continuing like Buck Rodgers
In the twenty-first century
And we still gotta duck the coppers
On a seaport in Newport beach
I see military air carriers on the shores
They had a whole fleet
Of weapons of mass destruction with mass production
Of war machines that function to secure this world corruption
We cross more streets than Frogger
More tweets than a blogger
They perform acts of violence
Like they tryna win a Oscar
From El Salvador to Nicaragua
And Detroit to Divine City
They poison up the auga
Anywhere we try to go they try to stop us
They spread the propaganda so we cannot prosper
I guess we better sell some more Aquafina
Should we just leave our homes like the prophet Muhammad left Mecca for Medina
Wow, that's crazy
They tryna stop us from prospering
They don't wanna see us grow
They wanna squash us in
I travel to mountain ranges
Acknowledge the change of the climate
I think man's the most destructive climate
But it's another Wu saga
Continuing like Buck Rodgers
In the twenty-first century
And we still gotta duck the coppers
On a seaport in Newport beach
I see military air carriers on the shores
They had a whole fleet
Of weapons of mass destruction with mass production
Of war machines that function to secure this world corruption
We cross more streets than Frogger
More tweets than a blogger
They perform acts of violence
Like they tryna win a Oscar
From El Salvador to Nicaragua
And Detroit to Divine City
They poison up the auga
Anywhere we try to go they try to stop us
They spread the propaganda so we cannot prosper
I guess we better sell some more Aquafina
Should we just leave our homes like the prophet Muhammad left Mecca for Medina
Wow, that's crazy
Hood Go Bang! lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Redman, Method Man)
[Redman:]
This is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (Yeah)
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (BANG!)
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
[*click click*] BANG!
[Method Man:]
Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang
You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine
I'm a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don't change
I'm a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs
Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper
Might even take the 'R' out of brother—why bother?
Mic on Halloween, I mean, I'm clearly a monster
We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya
Math, bars better than Willy Wonka's
It's how to get away with a murder—you feel me, Shonda?
Rhymes like karma, I'm hood, stash the contra
You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas
But it's still death over dishonor
'Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama
Math verse Meth, this civil war is a starter
Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang, bang the gods
[Redman:]
Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
[*click click*] BANG! BANG!
This is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (Yeah)
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (BANG!)
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
[*click click*] BANG!
[Method Man:]
Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang
You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine
I'm a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don't change
I'm a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs
Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper
Might even take the 'R' out of brother—why bother?
Mic on Halloween, I mean, I'm clearly a monster
We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya
Math, bars better than Willy Wonka's
It's how to get away with a murder—you feel me, Shonda?
Rhymes like karma, I'm hood, stash the contra
You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas
But it's still death over dishonor
'Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama
Math verse Meth, this civil war is a starter
Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang, bang the gods
[Redman:]
Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
[*click click*] BANG! BANG!
My Only One lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killah, RZA, Cappadonna, Steven Latorre)
[Steven Latorre:]
Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
The only one, the only one, the only one
‘Cause baby you’re the one
Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
Baby you’re the one
[Ghostface Killah:]
(Yo, yo, yo)
Floor seats roll five at the Barclays
My girl's physical she wanna see Beyonce
Lipstick from hugging me close, it's on the collar
Tomorrow night dear, we gonna crash the Oscars
Shout-out to my L.A. jeweler for the chandelier 'round her neck
Yeah, my baby's the best
Her credit line is like RZA and [?] combined
She can ride off the lot at the drop of a dime
Rozay minks, matching Diors
I cop that shit overseas on tours
No makeup, when she wake up
Sweatpants and the fat ass, boxed braids, watch where she laced up
She be in the kitchen like Patti LaBelle
With a bunch of jokes all day like Dave Chappelle
A checkbook queen who had a manager well
And a bedroom, she be doin' in, doin' it well
[Steven Latorre:]
Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
The only one, the only one, the only one
‘Cause baby you’re the one
Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
Baby you’re the one
[RZA:]
Look me in my eye and lie to me again
Tell me I'm your only lover, your best friend
Tell me that this moment we have would never end
Look me in my eye and lie to me again
She had a couch in the library
And a bed that led to a cemetery
Yeah, shorty had money to call an Audi
I was hard as a brick as she iPhone record me
Put on iCloud, let TMZ report me
Oh, what a girl, what a world she bought me
When our lips touch, she like cig puffs
Bustin' like a rocket to the moon or bust
This is past, past [?], past infatuation
This just like she was my soul aspiration
She's the type who likes sex over masturbation
And tonight, I'm gearing up full ejaculation
Like...
[Steven Latorre:]
Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
The only one, the only one, the only one
‘Cause baby you’re the one
Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
Baby you’re the one
[Cappadonna:]
You're like the early-in-the-morning spring flower that blossomed to a rich, delicate, high-pitched colorful skin tone acrylic
Let me gorilla it
You think I'm feeling shit
But if you just shit and listen to the way that I spit
Stimulated off the way that you switch
Illustrious wisdom
Queen of the Seven Seas
Why you makin' me appear to be mean?
I speak from the root of our self-esteem
Let me embrace that
Holding you captive
You're so attractive
So let me taste that
And beat it up real good until you say cat
You're not a hood rat
You're from a good batch
Your intellect reflects light that make the people unite
You got flavor like Michelle, Barack
You're high maintenance
And your shell is black
You speak languages
[Steven Latorre:]
Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
The only one, the only one, the only one
‘Cause baby you’re the one
Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
Baby you’re the one
Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
The only one, the only one, the only one
‘Cause baby you’re the one
Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
Baby you’re the one
[Ghostface Killah:]
(Yo, yo, yo)
Floor seats roll five at the Barclays
My girl's physical she wanna see Beyonce
Lipstick from hugging me close, it's on the collar
Tomorrow night dear, we gonna crash the Oscars
Shout-out to my L.A. jeweler for the chandelier 'round her neck
Yeah, my baby's the best
Her credit line is like RZA and [?] combined
She can ride off the lot at the drop of a dime
Rozay minks, matching Diors
I cop that shit overseas on tours
No makeup, when she wake up
Sweatpants and the fat ass, boxed braids, watch where she laced up
She be in the kitchen like Patti LaBelle
With a bunch of jokes all day like Dave Chappelle
A checkbook queen who had a manager well
And a bedroom, she be doin' in, doin' it well
[Steven Latorre:]
Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
The only one, the only one, the only one
‘Cause baby you’re the one
Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
Baby you’re the one
[RZA:]
Look me in my eye and lie to me again
Tell me I'm your only lover, your best friend
Tell me that this moment we have would never end
Look me in my eye and lie to me again
She had a couch in the library
And a bed that led to a cemetery
Yeah, shorty had money to call an Audi
I was hard as a brick as she iPhone record me
Put on iCloud, let TMZ report me
Oh, what a girl, what a world she bought me
When our lips touch, she like cig puffs
Bustin' like a rocket to the moon or bust
This is past, past [?], past infatuation
This just like she was my soul aspiration
She's the type who likes sex over masturbation
And tonight, I'm gearing up full ejaculation
Like...
[Steven Latorre:]
Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
The only one, the only one, the only one
‘Cause baby you’re the one
Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
Baby you’re the one
[Cappadonna:]
You're like the early-in-the-morning spring flower that blossomed to a rich, delicate, high-pitched colorful skin tone acrylic
Let me gorilla it
You think I'm feeling shit
But if you just shit and listen to the way that I spit
Stimulated off the way that you switch
Illustrious wisdom
Queen of the Seven Seas
Why you makin' me appear to be mean?
I speak from the root of our self-esteem
Let me embrace that
Holding you captive
You're so attractive
So let me taste that
And beat it up real good until you say cat
You're not a hood rat
You're from a good batch
Your intellect reflects light that make the people unite
You got flavor like Michelle, Barack
You're high maintenance
And your shell is black
You speak languages
[Steven Latorre:]
Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
The only one, the only one, the only one
‘Cause baby you’re the one
Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
Baby you’re the one
Message lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
I have nothing but respect for our young people and what they're doing. My thing is, we as adults did not stand strong and on our square to bring our young people through this process. I know, I was the young person that had to fend for himself on the streets of New York. I know what happened, with our young people, I say, "Look I ain't mad at you", know no matter what I hear, I know that you are moving through a process because they are attempting to destroy the community so they're using you. They are buying you out. But we as adults, get to buy them back. I'm ready to compete with anybody for our young people's minds. And what we have to is change the paradigm of how we're interacting with them, deal with them from a heartfelt place where they can understand. You see because whether you realize it or not, it's you they're shooting in the streets. You, young brothers, they're the ones that are being shot. And so with this entertainment or with this music, maybe I don't like what I hear, maybe that I don't like some of the words I hear, maybe that I don't like the direction, but I think they're doing a pretty good job considering that we, as men, the adult men, did not cover that when we should've covered that. And protected them when we should've protected them. And brought them up that so when we see an artist acting in a most inappropriate way, "Where is the father in this?", "Where is that male mentor that can be there?", We, as black men, must take on the responsibility as the honorable Elijah Muhammad told Malcolm is that a nation is only as strong as its weakest family. And we have got to create nations. We have to create relationships between the African man and the African woman that create some valuable function.
The Saga Continues Outro lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. RZA)
One more, one more
One more for you, hold on
Yo, yeah, uh
One more 'fore he hit the door
We got one more 'fore he hit the door
Check it, yo
Southern baptist, southern baptist
I used to be a southern baptist
I used to be a southern baptist
Evangelist appear with seven candlesticks
Now the Qur'an is on my mantle
I meditate before I channel this
Energy from the North
I can put Loki on a cross
I snatch the hammer from Thor
Then knock Odin off his horse
I choke Hercules with his own chains
My strong game in front of Clark Kent
I finger-fuck Lois Lane
At the same time I pick-pocket Bruce Wayne
I got his credit card, his ID, assets to his cave
One more for you, hold on
Yo, yeah, uh
One more 'fore he hit the door
We got one more 'fore he hit the door
Check it, yo
Southern baptist, southern baptist
I used to be a southern baptist
I used to be a southern baptist
Evangelist appear with seven candlesticks
Now the Qur'an is on my mantle
I meditate before I channel this
Energy from the North
I can put Loki on a cross
I snatch the hammer from Thor
Then knock Odin off his horse
I choke Hercules with his own chains
My strong game in front of Clark Kent
I finger-fuck Lois Lane
At the same time I pick-pocket Bruce Wayne
I got his credit card, his ID, assets to his cave
Entrance (Intro) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
Welcome
Time to shoot back down to the 36 chambers
The 36 chambers of death
Home of Wu-Tang Clan, WTC
I'll tell you this
All my Liquid Sword niggas
All my Cuban Linx niggas
Tical niggas
Those riding through the darkness with us
This is one official right here, I'm telling you that
Keep it 2000 with y'all
Flashnet nigga returns to the guillotine
Poisonous darts, shattering swords nigga
Cutting heads off, strangling
Word of my mother
Yes indeed, yes indeed
So we gon' hold court
Sit back, relax
Light your blunts, niggas
And listen
Once upon a time in Shaolin
The saga continues
Motherfuckers
My Lord don't you worry, I have a good idea
I'll get ahold of the Wu Tang sword manual
I'll get it for you
I don't care how, get that book
Time to shoot back down to the 36 chambers
The 36 chambers of death
Home of Wu-Tang Clan, WTC
I'll tell you this
All my Liquid Sword niggas
All my Cuban Linx niggas
Tical niggas
Those riding through the darkness with us
This is one official right here, I'm telling you that
Keep it 2000 with y'all
Flashnet nigga returns to the guillotine
Poisonous darts, shattering swords nigga
Cutting heads off, strangling
Word of my mother
Yes indeed, yes indeed
So we gon' hold court
Sit back, relax
Light your blunts, niggas
And listen
Once upon a time in Shaolin
The saga continues
Motherfuckers
My Lord don't you worry, I have a good idea
I'll get ahold of the Wu Tang sword manual
I'll get it for you
I don't care how, get that book
Ruckus In B Minor lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
[Intro - RZA:]
Huh, after all these years, what you said was true
The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang is very dangerous
[Interlude 1 - Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
It's the ODB kid, once again coming through your area.
And I'm going to tell you one time, you gon' love this
[Verse 1 - Inspectah Deck:]
I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choice
Die Hard's on the bars, Ladies lovin' the voice
Morphine flow, numbing your joints
Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit
Zombie life, World War Z
Antidote to your virus, your highness, the world on me
Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis
So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy
Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire
Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer
With the Son of Anarchy, I be Breaking Bad
Walking Dead, day dreaming of making a band
Dancing With the Stars, Americans Idol me
The Mentalist with the Big Bang Theory
[Hook - Method Man:]
Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
[Verse 2 - U-God:]
The most duplicated, anticipated, validated
Urban legends in the books with the ones who made it
Highly celebrated, everything was work related
Current top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business
20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennant
Monumental stance on the cover with my co-defendants
Drop her sentence, in remembrance
Construct these jewels so they can live through my descendants
[Bridge - Method Man:]
Younging, I can see your draws, pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself a man until you man up
And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up
This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up
And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come
Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Cappadonna:]
Picture a young nigga on the strip getting rich off the drug shit
Putting other niggas on, teaching ‘em thug shit
Then they want stick 'em up, then they get slugs quick
Hood-type niggas always living that crime life
Jealous-ass grimy niggas seeing the limelight
Slimy old nigga like fucking your man’s wife
Fool shouldn't use the word brother, he man dyke
[Verse 5 - Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, I spend my way all across New York
Get it out in all types of ice that you sport
One chain, two chain, three chain, four
Niggas mouth's drop like the leaves in the fall
Tone got that WBC
I take off heavy in air ballons and land in the Fiji's
That's my bird and that's my word
You faggots keep fucking around and get curbed
[Verse 6 - GZA:]
Forms circles like the rings of Saturn
Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern
Then this fascinating picture has emerged from surface
A wonder of the young world with an urgent purpose
A wild fire engulfing every home
It's history, chiseled and carved in every stone
A workshop where skills are learned
Handcrafted and drafted, written works our main concern
Urban center provided with a social structure
And a curious culture full of superconductors
Each stain is part of a scene with
Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen
Spell bounding, marvelous and it's surrounding
Viewpoints remain the same, it's all astounding
A place where the forgotten art is so powerful
A striking image is something that's so valuable
[Interlude 2 - Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
This one's the blackout! Three-fifty-seven to your mouth!
[Interlude 3 - RZA:]
GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor
Rae, all those bad times is behind us
Ghost, put that mask on to remind us
Method Man, let 'em know who's New York's finest
[Bridge + Hook]
[Verse 6 - Raekwon:]
My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one
My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture
Rainman mathematician, this city slicker
Finest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royalty
Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders
(*One*) We live free and achieve more
But first we gotta win with no stale mate
The all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man
[Verse 7 - Masta Killa:]
All my trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth
Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot
My knowledge one twenty proof, let's tear the roof off
Let's spray, M-A-S-T-A
King I Love-Love club, pack stadium rock
I hold the mic snug, split a slug
Black ninja, mask and gloves
[Hook]
Huh, after all these years, what you said was true
The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang is very dangerous
[Interlude 1 - Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
It's the ODB kid, once again coming through your area.
And I'm going to tell you one time, you gon' love this
[Verse 1 - Inspectah Deck:]
I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choice
Die Hard's on the bars, Ladies lovin' the voice
Morphine flow, numbing your joints
Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit
Zombie life, World War Z
Antidote to your virus, your highness, the world on me
Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis
So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy
Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire
Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer
With the Son of Anarchy, I be Breaking Bad
Walking Dead, day dreaming of making a band
Dancing With the Stars, Americans Idol me
The Mentalist with the Big Bang Theory
[Hook - Method Man:]
Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
[Verse 2 - U-God:]
The most duplicated, anticipated, validated
Urban legends in the books with the ones who made it
Highly celebrated, everything was work related
Current top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business
20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennant
Monumental stance on the cover with my co-defendants
Drop her sentence, in remembrance
Construct these jewels so they can live through my descendants
[Bridge - Method Man:]
Younging, I can see your draws, pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself a man until you man up
And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up
This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up
And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come
Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Cappadonna:]
Picture a young nigga on the strip getting rich off the drug shit
Putting other niggas on, teaching ‘em thug shit
Then they want stick 'em up, then they get slugs quick
Hood-type niggas always living that crime life
Jealous-ass grimy niggas seeing the limelight
Slimy old nigga like fucking your man’s wife
Fool shouldn't use the word brother, he man dyke
[Verse 5 - Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, I spend my way all across New York
Get it out in all types of ice that you sport
One chain, two chain, three chain, four
Niggas mouth's drop like the leaves in the fall
Tone got that WBC
I take off heavy in air ballons and land in the Fiji's
That's my bird and that's my word
You faggots keep fucking around and get curbed
[Verse 6 - GZA:]
Forms circles like the rings of Saturn
Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern
Then this fascinating picture has emerged from surface
A wonder of the young world with an urgent purpose
A wild fire engulfing every home
It's history, chiseled and carved in every stone
A workshop where skills are learned
Handcrafted and drafted, written works our main concern
Urban center provided with a social structure
And a curious culture full of superconductors
Each stain is part of a scene with
Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen
Spell bounding, marvelous and it's surrounding
Viewpoints remain the same, it's all astounding
A place where the forgotten art is so powerful
A striking image is something that's so valuable
[Interlude 2 - Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
This one's the blackout! Three-fifty-seven to your mouth!
[Interlude 3 - RZA:]
GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor
Rae, all those bad times is behind us
Ghost, put that mask on to remind us
Method Man, let 'em know who's New York's finest
[Bridge + Hook]
[Verse 6 - Raekwon:]
My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one
My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture
Rainman mathematician, this city slicker
Finest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royalty
Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders
(*One*) We live free and achieve more
But first we gotta win with no stale mate
The all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man
[Verse 7 - Masta Killa:]
All my trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth
Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot
My knowledge one twenty proof, let's tear the roof off
Let's spray, M-A-S-T-A
King I Love-Love club, pack stadium rock
I hold the mic snug, split a slug
Black ninja, mask and gloves
[Hook]
Felt lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
[Intro - RZA:]
Feelings. The emotional side of a man, woman or a child's character. A response or tendency to respond. A belief, which can be vague, illogical, but emotionally irrational
[Verse 1 - Masta Killa:]
I never gave a fuck on how the next nigga felt
I rocked a heavyweight belt cause that's the way I felt
Still feel, so inspired to write a rhyme that's ultimately
No other emcee could get with me, is way I felt
Don't forget the first time you heard me rhyme the way
The first time you heard "Protect Ya Neck", the way you felt
Like no other hip hop record ever made you felt
Cards dealt, played my handle, when no matter how I felt
[Verse 2 - Cappadonna:]
Every time we touch the mic, you know our lyrics is felt
Worldwide, live, polaroid shit, all my homies is
And we ride out to all of our music is
Yeah, we gets busy, teach the youth because we know how it felt
Give em Knowledge of self expressing in a way that it's felt
So each and every person to recognize what they felt
Watch your mind state because the evil could be felt
You never know, how when I first came out, how my brothers felt
I've been going through it, plus a lot of deep pain was felt
We would last for a night, but a better tomorrow
[Verse 3 - Ghostface Killah:]
I felt the angel of death breathe
When I felt the four fifths something told me squeeze
I felt like it was the end of a dynasty
Like I was fighting a clique of five Chinese thieves
Karate slippers with slip on's so I kept slippin'
The floor was too smooth felt like I couldn't catch a grip in
Felt like Dragonfly Jones, was Dragonfly Tone
So I kept spitting, woke up when I heard the phone
[Verse 4 - Method Man:]
I never gave a what on how the next rapper felt
I take that rapper's belt myself, I feel how Cappa felt
I don't really need help, use a sharpie, don't need the felt
Marker, walk on water, I see how Jesus felt
No rhyme or reason, just bleeding, my every breathing's felt
This about a thesis that even paraplegics felt
These boys ain't needing, they barely breathing, believe it, seen it
Till you got cheated, you couldn't tell me how cheating felt
I'm not a failure, I couldn't tell ya how losing felt
Might not have nailed her, but I can tell ya how spooning felt
Remember when you first heard the rap and the way it felt
I burned the track with a murder rap and I know it's felt
[Hook]
Feelings. The emotional side of a man, woman or a child's character. A response or tendency to respond. A belief, which can be vague, illogical, but emotionally irrational
[Verse 1 - Masta Killa:]
I never gave a fuck on how the next nigga felt
I rocked a heavyweight belt cause that's the way I felt
Still feel, so inspired to write a rhyme that's ultimately
No other emcee could get with me, is way I felt
Don't forget the first time you heard me rhyme the way
The first time you heard "Protect Ya Neck", the way you felt
Like no other hip hop record ever made you felt
Cards dealt, played my handle, when no matter how I felt
[Verse 2 - Cappadonna:]
Every time we touch the mic, you know our lyrics is felt
Worldwide, live, polaroid shit, all my homies is
And we ride out to all of our music is
Yeah, we gets busy, teach the youth because we know how it felt
Give em Knowledge of self expressing in a way that it's felt
So each and every person to recognize what they felt
Watch your mind state because the evil could be felt
You never know, how when I first came out, how my brothers felt
I've been going through it, plus a lot of deep pain was felt
We would last for a night, but a better tomorrow
[Verse 3 - Ghostface Killah:]
I felt the angel of death breathe
When I felt the four fifths something told me squeeze
I felt like it was the end of a dynasty
Like I was fighting a clique of five Chinese thieves
Karate slippers with slip on's so I kept slippin'
The floor was too smooth felt like I couldn't catch a grip in
Felt like Dragonfly Jones, was Dragonfly Tone
So I kept spitting, woke up when I heard the phone
[Verse 4 - Method Man:]
I never gave a what on how the next rapper felt
I take that rapper's belt myself, I feel how Cappa felt
I don't really need help, use a sharpie, don't need the felt
Marker, walk on water, I see how Jesus felt
No rhyme or reason, just bleeding, my every breathing's felt
This about a thesis that even paraplegics felt
These boys ain't needing, they barely breathing, believe it, seen it
Till you got cheated, you couldn't tell me how cheating felt
I'm not a failure, I couldn't tell ya how losing felt
Might not have nailed her, but I can tell ya how spooning felt
Remember when you first heard the rap and the way it felt
I burned the track with a murder rap and I know it's felt
[Hook]
40th Street Black / We Will Fight lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
[Hook:]
We will fight till the night is done
We will live our lives tonight as one
We will live our lives tonight as one, one
[Verse 1 - Inspectah Deck:]
I'm a bad mother-, shout your mouth
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my shine like a showroom necklace
Death wish, stepping in, declaration
I'm checking niggas like test questions
[Verse 2 - Masta Killa:]
Across 110th now, [?]
Camera hawk hawks the sidewalk
When they get to flexing muscle niggas bust you
Hustlers do you, gave you your first toolie
Cutting out of school to pump your first loose leaf
Think graduate to wait, take it out of state, duct tape
Anything of pulse and heroin
Emcees frozen, cuban links golden
Everywhere I'm opening it up, they kill it raw
Math here, I got 'em keep coming back for more
[Verse 3 - Method Man:]
Yo, man, I'm so turned up, all the marijuana burned up
Y'all don't want the drama, word up
The Wu first up, the game is the world versus us
Y'all was good 'til the world heard us
Y'all ain't want them Clan birds up
Y'all done want your man served up
That'll get the fans worked up
Homie really wanna play, stir it up
I'm a catch me a wave, surfs up
Gliding on the track like this, make me wanna act like this
Make me wanna smack that trick
Make a killer really wanna yap that kid
If he opens up his yap that's it
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - GZA:]
Mass of minerals in a glass house
Playing the 4th neutrinos will blast out
Letting out verbal thunder bolts
Until the world attract old and younger folks
Charge with the vitality of magnetism
In large reality with massive rhythm
The manual without technical part
From the beginning give off an electrical spark
[Verse 5 - Cappadonna:]
I respect you if you respect me
Everything's for real, WTC
No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy
Break bread, never have pockets empty
Let's get it, flip it up then we can spend it
The money train, killer bees on your brain
W's everywhere, one on your chain
Homeboys for life, please don't change
You can hide at my house, it ain't no thing
If you see the pigs, don't say jack
Call me original, don't say cap
I'm on the low, might be at the murder
Holding off the place y'all cats never heard of
Yeah, chicks wanna peep me out
Nasty ass, want me to pee in their mouth
But now I'm out, about to link with stinks
[Hook]
[Verse 6:]
[U-God:]
Bang a few notes up top, we call it beast mode
Forget the street codes, show you like a deep throat
It gets rougher, you struggle from the heat stroke
Blast barrels, embrace my leaf smoke
[Park Hillians:]
Radio for back up
Polish your act up, nigga need a back up
Syrup in my cup, no cut, straight up
UG's in the court, never miss a lay up
[Verse 7 - RZA:]
When the emcees came to live out their names
Some rode the bus, some rode the train
Some motherfuckers wish they never came
When they met the nine swordsmen of Wu-Tang
Nine Maseratis pulls up to this party hard
Body, the party is still, but God body
It's out of shape models coming through with those bottles
End up with these, please, four eyes follow
Pass me a bucket of ice, that's nice
Hit with the rocker, what you say proper
I drink with the copper, show up with a chopper
Stop her, she wanna have a ménage à trois
I can tell by the bra [?]
Do you wish or wish upon a star?
Do you wish or wish upon a star?
[Hook]
We will fight till the night is done
We will live our lives tonight as one
We will live our lives tonight as one, one
[Verse 1 - Inspectah Deck:]
I'm a bad mother-, shout your mouth
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my shine like a showroom necklace
Death wish, stepping in, declaration
I'm checking niggas like test questions
[Verse 2 - Masta Killa:]
Across 110th now, [?]
Camera hawk hawks the sidewalk
When they get to flexing muscle niggas bust you
Hustlers do you, gave you your first toolie
Cutting out of school to pump your first loose leaf
Think graduate to wait, take it out of state, duct tape
Anything of pulse and heroin
Emcees frozen, cuban links golden
Everywhere I'm opening it up, they kill it raw
Math here, I got 'em keep coming back for more
[Verse 3 - Method Man:]
Yo, man, I'm so turned up, all the marijuana burned up
Y'all don't want the drama, word up
The Wu first up, the game is the world versus us
Y'all was good 'til the world heard us
Y'all ain't want them Clan birds up
Y'all done want your man served up
That'll get the fans worked up
Homie really wanna play, stir it up
I'm a catch me a wave, surfs up
Gliding on the track like this, make me wanna act like this
Make me wanna smack that trick
Make a killer really wanna yap that kid
If he opens up his yap that's it
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - GZA:]
Mass of minerals in a glass house
Playing the 4th neutrinos will blast out
Letting out verbal thunder bolts
Until the world attract old and younger folks
Charge with the vitality of magnetism
In large reality with massive rhythm
The manual without technical part
From the beginning give off an electrical spark
[Verse 5 - Cappadonna:]
I respect you if you respect me
Everything's for real, WTC
No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy
Break bread, never have pockets empty
Let's get it, flip it up then we can spend it
The money train, killer bees on your brain
W's everywhere, one on your chain
Homeboys for life, please don't change
You can hide at my house, it ain't no thing
If you see the pigs, don't say jack
Call me original, don't say cap
I'm on the low, might be at the murder
Holding off the place y'all cats never heard of
Yeah, chicks wanna peep me out
Nasty ass, want me to pee in their mouth
But now I'm out, about to link with stinks
[Hook]
[Verse 6:]
[U-God:]
Bang a few notes up top, we call it beast mode
Forget the street codes, show you like a deep throat
It gets rougher, you struggle from the heat stroke
Blast barrels, embrace my leaf smoke
[Park Hillians:]
Radio for back up
Polish your act up, nigga need a back up
Syrup in my cup, no cut, straight up
UG's in the court, never miss a lay up
[Verse 7 - RZA:]
When the emcees came to live out their names
Some rode the bus, some rode the train
Some motherfuckers wish they never came
When they met the nine swordsmen of Wu-Tang
Nine Maseratis pulls up to this party hard
Body, the party is still, but God body
It's out of shape models coming through with those bottles
End up with these, please, four eyes follow
Pass me a bucket of ice, that's nice
Hit with the rocker, what you say proper
I drink with the copper, show up with a chopper
Stop her, she wanna have a ménage à trois
I can tell by the bra [?]
Do you wish or wish upon a star?
Do you wish or wish upon a star?
[Hook]
Mistaken Identity lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
[Intro:]
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
[Verse 1 - Inspectah Deck:]
They want me locked down, fryin' in jail
Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
I was framed like a wedding flick, 2 time felon
Still a predicate, doin' time, tell 'em that's a negative
Prejudice judge, bails be a mil' in cash
Scorin' money like the meter on the Yellow Cab
Give the witness an unexpected visit
Make his story change like walls blockin' his vision
Couldn't give a clear description, fearin' the repercussions
Like, "I was on the ground, I ain't see him bustin'"
Now the DA chasin' a plea, they hatin' I'm free
The case is mistaken identity
[Verse 2 - Method Man:]
Whoever push me like Pusha T, I push back
I push a cap, before '93, I pushed crack
I'm hood, black, you know me well, what's good Scrap?
I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, what's good Smack?
Hold up that's goods rap, pardon self
I just like good rap, but when I see goods I give his goods back
I rap for riders that pack strap to rhymers that backpack
To 25 to lifers that jack MAC
We movin' ratchets, no Kat Stacks, it's magic
The way we flip the package before the coppers can catch it
I'm past that chapter in life, let's live it lavish
When life take a piss in your bed, you flip the mattress
Before you try and get my head, get you some Pampers
Then take a long look at my ish and get your answers
Kick in my vicinity, I'm what rappers pretend to be
Charge 'em with a penalty, mistaken identity
[Hook x2 - Streetlife:]
Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
[Verse 3 - U-God:]
Fresh off of work, he jumped out the van
Two suitcases, dangle on his hands
He opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was given, between his girl's eyes
Windows blown out, no prints on the door
All he seen was blood stains, smear the damn floor
911, ambulance showed up
Blood everywhere, paramedics throwin' up
Cops cuffed him up, hit him with the charge
But he was bangin' Mrs. Prixy at the Motor Lodge
He got his alibis, gonna use 'em all
The screw fit the judge, he might take the fall
Someone set him up, a botched robbery
Mistaken identity, yeah it gotta be
[Verse 4 - Cappadonna:]
17 years old, I'm headed back to the hole
Mistaken identity, every way was sold
I look like a hoodlum, I rock a lot of gold
They lockin' everybody up, ship your ass up the road
I ain't have a 9 on me, they was lyin' on me
Court day with my old bird, they was spyin' on me
Tried to set me up, plantin' coke in my pocket
The beast pat me up, they won't let me off
[Verse 5 - Masta Killa:]
Na-n-n-n-n-n-n-nah it wasn't me
It could never been the G-O-D, not me
You terribly mistaken, son, I ain't the one
We could never look nothin' like, whether near or far sight
What resemblance does he strike? So my mic Fahrenheit
W for my a-alike, your DNA match tight
Even if they bite us, close but not quite
They still tryna get it right, mistaken identity
[Hook x4]
[Hook x4]
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
[Verse 1 - Inspectah Deck:]
They want me locked down, fryin' in jail
Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
I was framed like a wedding flick, 2 time felon
Still a predicate, doin' time, tell 'em that's a negative
Prejudice judge, bails be a mil' in cash
Scorin' money like the meter on the Yellow Cab
Give the witness an unexpected visit
Make his story change like walls blockin' his vision
Couldn't give a clear description, fearin' the repercussions
Like, "I was on the ground, I ain't see him bustin'"
Now the DA chasin' a plea, they hatin' I'm free
The case is mistaken identity
[Verse 2 - Method Man:]
Whoever push me like Pusha T, I push back
I push a cap, before '93, I pushed crack
I'm hood, black, you know me well, what's good Scrap?
I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, what's good Smack?
Hold up that's goods rap, pardon self
I just like good rap, but when I see goods I give his goods back
I rap for riders that pack strap to rhymers that backpack
To 25 to lifers that jack MAC
We movin' ratchets, no Kat Stacks, it's magic
The way we flip the package before the coppers can catch it
I'm past that chapter in life, let's live it lavish
When life take a piss in your bed, you flip the mattress
Before you try and get my head, get you some Pampers
Then take a long look at my ish and get your answers
Kick in my vicinity, I'm what rappers pretend to be
Charge 'em with a penalty, mistaken identity
[Hook x2 - Streetlife:]
Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
[Verse 3 - U-God:]
Fresh off of work, he jumped out the van
Two suitcases, dangle on his hands
He opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was given, between his girl's eyes
Windows blown out, no prints on the door
All he seen was blood stains, smear the damn floor
911, ambulance showed up
Blood everywhere, paramedics throwin' up
Cops cuffed him up, hit him with the charge
But he was bangin' Mrs. Prixy at the Motor Lodge
He got his alibis, gonna use 'em all
The screw fit the judge, he might take the fall
Someone set him up, a botched robbery
Mistaken identity, yeah it gotta be
[Verse 4 - Cappadonna:]
17 years old, I'm headed back to the hole
Mistaken identity, every way was sold
I look like a hoodlum, I rock a lot of gold
They lockin' everybody up, ship your ass up the road
I ain't have a 9 on me, they was lyin' on me
Court day with my old bird, they was spyin' on me
Tried to set me up, plantin' coke in my pocket
The beast pat me up, they won't let me off
[Verse 5 - Masta Killa:]
Na-n-n-n-n-n-n-nah it wasn't me
It could never been the G-O-D, not me
You terribly mistaken, son, I ain't the one
We could never look nothin' like, whether near or far sight
What resemblance does he strike? So my mic Fahrenheit
W for my a-alike, your DNA match tight
Even if they bite us, close but not quite
They still tryna get it right, mistaken identity
[Hook x4]
[Hook x4]
Hold The Heater lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
[Intro - RZA:]
Windshield, rappers are like gnats
They're gettin' splattered 'pon the windshield
Fallin' down like London Bridge, my blade split your onion head
Axe that like Paul Bunyan, Meth prefers the gun instead
Bong bong, put a hole inside your head
[Hook x2:]
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
[Verse 1 - Cappadonna:]
How come the streets don't want me to live?
Plus my niggas keep tellin' me fibs
But the devil done poisoned my wiz
I'm doin' this for my family and kids
I'm tryna be wealthy, take my time right and stay healthy
Said it before but I don't think nobody felt me
Yo tried to understand this hand that this life dealt me
I'm on the verge of a whole new makeover
My fake friends, they can take it like a takeover
I'm ready to eat, I'm ready to grip it
Got enemies everywhere, I got chicks that's wicked
Sick shit, niggas doin' wicked ass wig shit
Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit
Niggas be wantin' my leftovers
I'm like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers
I burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion
Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television
[Verse 2 - U-God:]
Got that trey pound on you, run down on you
Hard boiled nigga, Clan top soil
My fam straight royal, I'm a die loyal
When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag 'em
I'm pure gun oil, let 'em see that hand cannon
Foundation strong, never ride a bandwagon
Andrew Jacksons, hand-to-hand transaction
Cops jumped out, caught him with his pants saggin'
Criminal individuals up in here
Wild like the theme park ride called The Buccaneer
Weed in the Tupperware, throw you off the upper tiers
Suweeee, I got all my niggas up in here
[Hook x2]
[Bridge - RZA:]
Imagine the sound of your face scrapin' up against the gate
Of a barbed wire fence, this is barbed iron fist
Heartthrob, iron dick, hoes slob the nob quick
This is odd, so throw it in your iPod quick
[Verse 3 - GZA:]
Lifeless activity, constant movement
Buyin' elasticity, such improvement
Sword held to where it collapses inward
Spillin' rhymes if it's Shaolin vineyards
RZA had a mixture, then he added sound to the picture
Co-author rewrote the scripture
Math worked from birth, doubled the net worth
Amplified in the time machine of early Earth
A two-way radio, simple yet complex
Receivers, transmitters, interest to contacts
The emergence of the earliest atoms
Transform to a level extremely hard to fathom
Same soup, different bowl, Wu ceramics
Same group on them large-scale dynamics
A wave triggered the burst, glass was shattered
Galactic matter served on a graphic platter
[Hook x2]
[Verse 4 - Method Man:]
Overachiever, power hungry overeater
I95, whip fly like an overseer
I'm overconfident but some might say I'm overeager
Or overzealous, especially when it's over cheeba
I got a soldier's features, I rock the coldest sneakers
My sneakers' so cold, can't wear 'em 'less you hold the heater
Can't push me over either, that go for dojas
I ain't got no love for posers neither, keep my composure
I'm focused, tryna roll the reefer, let's turn it up
Forget the cope, I'm tryna blow the speaker, that's all he wrote
One verse could turn your soul to ether
It's time you gave me my respects just like the old Aretha, Mr. Meth
[Hook x2]
Windshield, rappers are like gnats
They're gettin' splattered 'pon the windshield
Fallin' down like London Bridge, my blade split your onion head
Axe that like Paul Bunyan, Meth prefers the gun instead
Bong bong, put a hole inside your head
[Hook x2:]
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
[Verse 1 - Cappadonna:]
How come the streets don't want me to live?
Plus my niggas keep tellin' me fibs
But the devil done poisoned my wiz
I'm doin' this for my family and kids
I'm tryna be wealthy, take my time right and stay healthy
Said it before but I don't think nobody felt me
Yo tried to understand this hand that this life dealt me
I'm on the verge of a whole new makeover
My fake friends, they can take it like a takeover
I'm ready to eat, I'm ready to grip it
Got enemies everywhere, I got chicks that's wicked
Sick shit, niggas doin' wicked ass wig shit
Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit
Niggas be wantin' my leftovers
I'm like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers
I burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion
Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television
[Verse 2 - U-God:]
Got that trey pound on you, run down on you
Hard boiled nigga, Clan top soil
My fam straight royal, I'm a die loyal
When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag 'em
I'm pure gun oil, let 'em see that hand cannon
Foundation strong, never ride a bandwagon
Andrew Jacksons, hand-to-hand transaction
Cops jumped out, caught him with his pants saggin'
Criminal individuals up in here
Wild like the theme park ride called The Buccaneer
Weed in the Tupperware, throw you off the upper tiers
Suweeee, I got all my niggas up in here
[Hook x2]
[Bridge - RZA:]
Imagine the sound of your face scrapin' up against the gate
Of a barbed wire fence, this is barbed iron fist
Heartthrob, iron dick, hoes slob the nob quick
This is odd, so throw it in your iPod quick
[Verse 3 - GZA:]
Lifeless activity, constant movement
Buyin' elasticity, such improvement
Sword held to where it collapses inward
Spillin' rhymes if it's Shaolin vineyards
RZA had a mixture, then he added sound to the picture
Co-author rewrote the scripture
Math worked from birth, doubled the net worth
Amplified in the time machine of early Earth
A two-way radio, simple yet complex
Receivers, transmitters, interest to contacts
The emergence of the earliest atoms
Transform to a level extremely hard to fathom
Same soup, different bowl, Wu ceramics
Same group on them large-scale dynamics
A wave triggered the burst, glass was shattered
Galactic matter served on a graphic platter
[Hook x2]
[Verse 4 - Method Man:]
Overachiever, power hungry overeater
I95, whip fly like an overseer
I'm overconfident but some might say I'm overeager
Or overzealous, especially when it's over cheeba
I got a soldier's features, I rock the coldest sneakers
My sneakers' so cold, can't wear 'em 'less you hold the heater
Can't push me over either, that go for dojas
I ain't got no love for posers neither, keep my composure
I'm focused, tryna roll the reefer, let's turn it up
Forget the cope, I'm tryna blow the speaker, that's all he wrote
One verse could turn your soul to ether
It's time you gave me my respects just like the old Aretha, Mr. Meth
[Hook x2]
Crushed Egos lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan
[Intro - Kung-Fu Sample:]
You've practiced 20 years? You must be extremely good then
Perhaps, you'll try with me
[Verse 1 - Raekwon:]
Come and taste my seasonin', Chef, the cooking that is marvelous
Back over a stove, makin' your mouth water, you starve for this
Exclusive sneakers with hard denim, heavyweight
A neighbor illustrated Alex Haley with paper
Waves spinnin' like the Titanic, come take a float on
Silky like King Henry VIII's robe in late spring
Restaurants with skeleton keys, it's big business
Well groomed and elegant posture is real dapper
Status is gigantic, culture's alpaca
Meetings in the Vatican, drinkin' scotch with the Muscle Milk
Praises go to Ason, the dynasty Mr. Russell built
Feed me royal shottas with Glocks, clean 'em with GT Oil
China dolls from Bangkok, we bang 'em, train 'em and make 'em loyal
Trees stank, she come kiss the top of my Yves Saint
Wise-Universal Tang when I bang
Grizzly with the big bank, it's 5 stars, y'all, when I call rank
[Hook x2:]
Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
[Verse 2 - Raekwon:]
Rifles out, bear like the Russian
Octagon tuggin' silk drawers frontin', while her head stuntin'
[?] flood the garage
Man the goats launchin' charge cards from Africa
Catch me in the hookah lodge
Brains linked, twisted Cohibas, say the seeds bang
Coffee pots with graveyard rings, flippin' Gs
Yankee hoodlum on the top of the charts
Dart throwers, they're sharks
Everybody wanna know when my gun barks
[Bridge - RZA:]
Non-athletic anti-semetic synthetic rappers get no credit
Pathetic septic lines, incompetent styles not embedded
Wu-Tang slang bangs in your brain, this is not genetic, prophetic
Unadulterated talent while y'all talk that bullshit rhetoric
[Hook]
You've practiced 20 years? You must be extremely good then
Perhaps, you'll try with me
[Verse 1 - Raekwon:]
Come and taste my seasonin', Chef, the cooking that is marvelous
Back over a stove, makin' your mouth water, you starve for this
Exclusive sneakers with hard denim, heavyweight
A neighbor illustrated Alex Haley with paper
Waves spinnin' like the Titanic, come take a float on
Silky like King Henry VIII's robe in late spring
Restaurants with skeleton keys, it's big business
Well groomed and elegant posture is real dapper
Status is gigantic, culture's alpaca
Meetings in the Vatican, drinkin' scotch with the Muscle Milk
Praises go to Ason, the dynasty Mr. Russell built
Feed me royal shottas with Glocks, clean 'em with GT Oil
China dolls from Bangkok, we bang 'em, train 'em and make 'em loyal
Trees stank, she come kiss the top of my Yves Saint
Wise-Universal Tang when I bang
Grizzly with the big bank, it's 5 stars, y'all, when I call rank
[Hook x2:]
Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
[Verse 2 - Raekwon:]
Rifles out, bear like the Russian
Octagon tuggin' silk drawers frontin', while her head stuntin'
[?] flood the garage
Man the goats launchin' charge cards from Africa
Catch me in the hookah lodge
Brains linked, twisted Cohibas, say the seeds bang
Coffee pots with graveyard rings, flippin' Gs
Yankee hoodlum on the top of the charts
Dart throwers, they're sharks
Everybody wanna know when my gun barks
[Bridge - RZA:]
Non-athletic anti-semetic synthetic rappers get no credit
Pathetic septic lines, incompetent styles not embedded
Wu-Tang slang bangs in your brain, this is not genetic, prophetic
Unadulterated talent while y'all talk that bullshit rhetoric
[Hook]
Keep Watch lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Nathaniel)
[Verse 1 - Method Man:]
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle, about to bust your bubble like a keloid
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three letters out of record
It's Meth, you heard it through the wire I could be more
Or washed up like Sonny Black's body on the seashore
That's a problem, I could be yours
A monster without the mad scientist and Igor
I've heard it before, a third of these boys
Got murder raps and never even murdered before
[Hook - Nathaniel:]
Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
Keeping the streets locked
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
[Verse 2 - Inspectah Deck:]
Codename Sensei, I live what my pen say
Game hall of fame, flow is MJ
Muy caliente, je m'apelle Rebel, capiche, comprende?
Son I'm touching 'em up, trust I'm like
Justin Tuck how they ducking the rush
Trying to break bad, you catch a bad break
Like I own a bake shop how I stack cakes
Greatness was nothing, Deck the next Nike ad
Wifey bad and my life got 'em slightly mad
Cause I shine like chrome in July
Soldier I opened your eyes, noticed the lies
DEA say I'm drugging 'em
I get you leaning hard, I get the fiends to nod, I mean they loving 'em
All hail your highness, terrific win
Put a so-called beast in his place, Pacific Rim
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Cappadonna:]
Foul ass police, crooked ass friends
I don't give a fuck yo, the drama never ends
I'm a project nigga, I don't care about the Benz
Plus I had a lot of chicks, you can have those bitches
But I murder your bloodclot if you touch my riches
Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga
Fuck where I come from I'm a quiet gangster nigga
First I get you comfortable, then I start shanking niggas
Park Hill code is don't violate the family
Brother to brother it's no snakes in the amnesty
I come through wilding on some Wu-Tang Can It Be
Googly-eyed nigga, chop his face in the ministry
Never scared to do the time, fuck the penitentiary
Leave a bunch of dead niggas, don't forget to mention me
The angel of rap, the un-ordinary light
Already did what I was gonna do before you even got the mic
[Verse 4 - GZA:]
We left a large solar cloud distinguished by size
Interaction with the wise and civilized
The mind caused matter to fall into a center
A great deal of heat that'll radiate within ya
From out of this collision
The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision
Each drop full of Hip Hop energy
Balanced on all sides such great symmetry
The bars unlocked the power of the stars
The mirror in the telescope pinpoint the Gods
From a distance, acting as a guiding coach
Analyze the board, universal approach
Retune the soul to a certain pitch
Changing the frequency frequently, hitting a certain switch
The love is paramount, the connect is brotherly
Respect for the intellect and broad discovery
[Hook]
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle, about to bust your bubble like a keloid
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three letters out of record
It's Meth, you heard it through the wire I could be more
Or washed up like Sonny Black's body on the seashore
That's a problem, I could be yours
A monster without the mad scientist and Igor
I've heard it before, a third of these boys
Got murder raps and never even murdered before
[Hook - Nathaniel:]
Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
Keeping the streets locked
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
[Verse 2 - Inspectah Deck:]
Codename Sensei, I live what my pen say
Game hall of fame, flow is MJ
Muy caliente, je m'apelle Rebel, capiche, comprende?
Son I'm touching 'em up, trust I'm like
Justin Tuck how they ducking the rush
Trying to break bad, you catch a bad break
Like I own a bake shop how I stack cakes
Greatness was nothing, Deck the next Nike ad
Wifey bad and my life got 'em slightly mad
Cause I shine like chrome in July
Soldier I opened your eyes, noticed the lies
DEA say I'm drugging 'em
I get you leaning hard, I get the fiends to nod, I mean they loving 'em
All hail your highness, terrific win
Put a so-called beast in his place, Pacific Rim
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Cappadonna:]
Foul ass police, crooked ass friends
I don't give a fuck yo, the drama never ends
I'm a project nigga, I don't care about the Benz
Plus I had a lot of chicks, you can have those bitches
But I murder your bloodclot if you touch my riches
Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga
Fuck where I come from I'm a quiet gangster nigga
First I get you comfortable, then I start shanking niggas
Park Hill code is don't violate the family
Brother to brother it's no snakes in the amnesty
I come through wilding on some Wu-Tang Can It Be
Googly-eyed nigga, chop his face in the ministry
Never scared to do the time, fuck the penitentiary
Leave a bunch of dead niggas, don't forget to mention me
The angel of rap, the un-ordinary light
Already did what I was gonna do before you even got the mic
[Verse 4 - GZA:]
We left a large solar cloud distinguished by size
Interaction with the wise and civilized
The mind caused matter to fall into a center
A great deal of heat that'll radiate within ya
From out of this collision
The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision
Each drop full of Hip Hop energy
Balanced on all sides such great symmetry
The bars unlocked the power of the stars
The mirror in the telescope pinpoint the Gods
From a distance, acting as a guiding coach
Analyze the board, universal approach
Retune the soul to a certain pitch
Changing the frequency frequently, hitting a certain switch
The love is paramount, the connect is brotherly
Respect for the intellect and broad discovery
[Hook]
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