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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto Redux (2010)
{*evil laughter*}
[Intro: La the Darkman] Yeah, INS, yo It's La the Darkman Hit 'em with the death blow [La the Darkman] Yo, I'm known to spit poems, throw dices and hold tones Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting Trying to pick up, you fucking with the arch bishop Defying me is like starting rap World War III You'd rather sell your key to NYPD My style's vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes My words wear jet black hoods, looking suspicious [Beretta 9] Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, the track paralyzer Ought to see the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer Yo 4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet Iron Sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seats In fact punch a clock, it's my time to rock, dock the known like a scott Engineered this thought that I present So just comprehend while I fill you in with a bar of tin And clear the path for the god Sin, do em in kid [Killa Sin] I stay lurking, circling the premises Dart chemist on the search for arch nemesis Concocting nuerotoxins out of synonyms Send your physical in triple shock Crippled in a detox, with no remembrance Well I rise the maximum shows with no minimum Capacity to pack the front row while flowing naturally Killing 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums And blow like dirty shrapnel grenades with now pins in em [Streetlife] Why risk it? Killah Hill district, we flip shit Egotistic, I hold grounds with twin biscuits Put it up, I lay it down, my street sounds surround Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder Island drifter, black vagina finder Lounging by the sea seashore, switch like bloody raw And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch [Inspectah Deck] Toxi' on Bacardi pina, low crawling through Medina Slumped in the seven-seater, thumping heaters To bite might cause seizures, weak emcees take me to your leader We the true source, moving off on uncharted course My thoughts come across with the blinding force Killa Beez plant seeds, lock on Or get knocked of like a pawn if you dare lock horns [Outro: Inspectah Deck] You are now in the 9th Chamber Where the falls of reality closing fast On the world of make-believe And your fantasy is nothing more than a memory Now bear witness to the realness Showing and proving, we live by the sword... |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto Redux (2010)
I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away It's foul in the street, criminal in the street Little child running wild, struck down in the street I'm strapped for the brawl, story of the hood It was written, you can read it in the graph on the walls Long as cash is involved, they blast for the cause And you better break bread or you asking for war Trying to come out the hood, pray for him 'Cuz he would put the gun down if he somehow could Baby being born, teenage mother Fly baby boy found laying in the dumpster? She couldn't bare the load, she begged for forgiveness Because it's just tears of soul And the world so cold, world so bold Gotta make it so my boy and baby girl, grow old Hold my head 'cuz I could be the nigga in the news Stressed 'cuz I need these figures for this food I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I want a better life for my children, I'm building I'm voting for Barack, I just hope they don't kill him I'm bugging off the government, they bugging off the fact That the next Pres. gonna be a woman or a black I'm sure what's in store, ain't cater to the poor And I bet many more won't make it through the storm But I take it will be strong, we face harder hard ships Labeled me, low class, treat it like I'm garbage Still I stand tall, rising like a phoenix from the ash My life tryin' ta see it if I can 'Cuz to me it's all I have, no, I wouldn't trade it I just meet you on the other side, homey, if I make it That's why I'm bigger on the grind I'm so close to the edge, 'cuz I live on the line And mankind's heading for the worse We gonna end the world if God don't get to us first I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away My man just lost his job And he was down three, so, now he forced to rob He was good till he caught the charge Trying to live that American dream, a three car garage Man, it's hard and it's ways to go You can't run from it, 'cuz there's no place to go And there's no face you know And there's no cake to blow And there's no space to grow I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto Redux (2010)
You are now in the special operating area of the studio
I'mma push it to the limit like Manny and Tone Like, somebody carry him home, deeper than Barry's tone My young one, heir to the throne I fuck it up, you be hearing the moans Feeling the jones, dude, do it smooth as kaluha And you thought you was the future, you was the loser Me, I'mma doolah schooler This just use your manuever I'm cool as the cooler with the heart of a champ So to fail's not part of the plan, I just started to dance King of pop, moonwalking they ass Getting dirty like water to sand, man, pump up the jam 'Cuz the track's Godzilla Way beyond monster, half bar killer Charged with crash bar, smash y'all iller Camouflage large, hard head, Park Hilla, ah You are now in the special operating area of the studio Yeah, I'm wild like Clifton Powell, grammar tight Like Vanna White hands, how I flip the vowel Give it up, son, lift your towel, feels like the pits Just missed off the bat, I'mma hit you foul Just bow when you face the great Y'all skating on thin ice or INS raise the stakes Fuck around I'mma name your stage, Undadogz run the yard, a.k.a. Doomsday Brigade I say, I am not a gangsta, I am not a rapper But nigga my response, shots flying at your Jaguar Snitching in your song, stop lying 'bout your swagger Popping shit now, hear him crying 'bout it after I'm a different cloth from them When I toss the blend, heads spin like Porshe rims What I talk, should of caused a trend When I scope the lens, I got the whole world wanting in You are now in the special operating area of the studio |
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I came in the game, young nigga banging for fame
In the process, staking my claim And I train like, Leonidas son, the fire and sun The blood, sweat and tears, grinding for ones Nearly died for it, cried for it, hustle and flow Right from the seed, competing with my love for the dough The hunger it burns, I wondered and yearned They tried skipping my turn This time, muthafuckas gon' learn About the rap general, Rebel, I stack regular revenue Globally local mogul, vocally soldier hold you Dude faking and fronting, you just say that you want it I'm the next Nike ad, greatness is nothing Who run it, I'm coming, I can't, won't, don't stop blunted 'Til the dough stop coming, 'til the hoes stop stunting Label it a rap, case closed, no discussion I'm back to the block, got the whole spot dumbing I hear plenty barking, got the semi sparking It's my time, this is it, like I'm Kenny Loggins Empty cartridge like Hannibal A-Team Stop me, wake out your day dream Stay out the way, please Before you have me facing like eighteen It's gotta be, then let it be I'm straight in them state greens I've been through it all, still stuck in the mud Eating good, living right, still them fuckers a judge Like a nigga can't get no greats, when I hit, Make the bricks go ape 'cause I spit cocaine And I'm leaning em, blue coats is beaming 'em Rolling with the team and 'em But really only few folks are seen with 'em Y'all better mark my words Before it's all set and done I'm a stun y'all like Spock and Kirk Honor the rep, UD's, Donnie and Fes P.C. Fisk, Banga, straight body a set I even the odds, I'm bleeding, I'm scarred A nickel bag in the trunk, believe I'm involved I'm on everything, 'cause I ain't feeling the job Your boy Deck's a king, keep it realer than y'all Or say keep it true, you watching like the streets'll do Hip hop is falling apart, Deck, he's the glue Haters get off me, you sinking my ship Fixing your lips, yapping like you thinking he slip I got a million niggas thinking he sick, a million kids Thinking he rich, a million bitches think he the shit You think it's a game, laugh when you leaking in pain Speaking my pain, hater I'm the reason you came |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
What you sippin', ma?
What you smokin', huh? Henny, Louis and Don Meet me at the bar Fruit colors a charm Got it by the jar, chea We five stars over here Camel on their Yankee sign, on the daily grind New York state of mind, rugged but my lady fine Fly face, waist 8 or 9, rocking all the late designs Stepping like, y'all don't waste my time on that Mary J. Looking for some 'real love' Say you both got somebody Knowing you gon' still fuck Plus dudes smother you Don't he make you feel tough Why he surprised when he realize She feel 'cuz, really though Daddy king size with a mean stride You ain't seen live, you fucking with these guys She fly on the G-side, sex is a weapon There's a 357 in her Levi's What you sippin', ma? How you doing, huh? The way you shine, girl, you looking like a shooting star She by the bathroom, scope on the soldier hard I pull strings, no guitar What you sippin', ma? What you smokin', huh? Henny, Louis and Don Meet me at the bar Fruit colors a charm Got it by the jar, chea We five stars over here What you sippin', ma? What you smokin', huh? New Ro, Roset, bottles popping off Popping off all night With some model broads Chea, we five stars over here Nothing but cases out, shutting tables down Pay-per-view style, million dollar faces out Hating ain't allowed, so played out, fuck What they say about, I and I, what they saying now I'm a General, you ain't earned a stripe yet I'm the type to cop and go, y'all the type to price check Different colored cards in my wallet, I ain't swiped yet Man, I got a rack of broads, I don't even like yet Yeah, I'm a rude boy, I ain't you, boy I got the money and the girl and the cool toys I"m confident and two boys, ladies call it, ooh boy Ecstasy, not the pill, true joy Shorty got a thing for me She be like INS, you can be that king for me Feel what I feel, hit the bar, have a drink with me You say that shit, girl But she say she only think of me, link with me What you sippin', ma? What you smokin', huh? Henny, Louis and Don Meet me at the bar Fruit colors a charm Got it by the jar, chea We five stars over here What you sippin', ma? What you smokin', huh? New Ro, Roset, bottles popping off Popping off all night With some model broads Chea, we five stars over here |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
{*evil laughter*}
[Intro: La the Darkman] Yeah, INS, yo It's La the Darkman Hit 'em with the death blow [La the Darkman] Yo, I'm known to spit poems, throw dices and hold tones Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting Trying to pick up, you fucking with the arch bishop Defying me is like starting rap World War III You'd rather sell your key to NYPD My style's vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes My words wear jet black hoods, looking suspicious [Beretta 9] Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, the track paralyzer Ought to see the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer Yo 4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet Iron Sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seats In fact punch a clock, it's my time to rock, dock the known like a scott Engineered this thought that I present So just comprehend while I fill you in with a bar of tin And clear the path for the god Sin, do em in kid [Killa Sin] I stay lurking, circling the premises Dart chemist on the search for arch nemesis Concocting nuerotoxins out of synonyms Send your physical in triple shock Crippled in a detox, with no remembrance Well I rise the maximum shows with no minimum Capacity to pack the front row while flowing naturally Killing 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums And blow like dirty shrapnel grenades with now pins in em [Streetlife] Why risk it? Killah Hill district, we flip shit Egotistic, I hold grounds with twin biscuits Put it up, I lay it down, my street sounds surround Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder Island drifter, black vagina finder Lounging by the sea seashore, switch like bloody raw And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch [Inspectah Deck] Toxi' on Bacardi pina, low crawling through Medina Slumped in the seven-seater, thumping heaters To bite might cause seizures, weak emcees take me to your leader We the true source, moving off on uncharted course My thoughts come across with the blinding force Killa Beez plant seeds, lock on Or get knocked of like a pawn if you dare lock horns [Outro: Inspectah Deck] You are now in the 9th Chamber Where the falls of reality closing fast On the world of make-believe And your fantasy is nothing more than a memory Now bear witness to the realness Showing and proving, we live by the sword... |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
Our most enduring responsibility to future generations
They say God don't like ugly, blessings are upon us Bush hated niggas, now the President's a brotha Whether you in the gutter, or your residence enormous That shit don't matter when death around the corner Before your book of life ends, recognize the author All praise due, things you do bring karma Your seeds shouldn't eat 'cuz you beefing with baby mama Will be the one you need when police raid the corners Ain't nothing but niggas fronting, shitty drugs and drama Girls who want Prada, women who want powder Children are more violent from living with less guidance And don't learn respect till they bidding with old timers You walk the same path now they road is wiser A quiet man's a giant when his code is silence Speak volume, loud dudes ain't always liver My city never sleep, I'm a born survivor No matter how much money we invest in our community How many ten point plans, we propose How many government programs we want None of it will make a difference At least not in our predicament We also at the same time Don't cease more responsibility in our own life I slang base and that powder too Team was the wildest crew, I seen what a dollar do Broke nights fiend for a pot of food Lean on the block rude, cream got 'em popping tools And they don't stop to get it, get it Four shots'll wet your fitted, four cops'll get acquitted I roll dolo, I don't ask for love Niggas be acting up, afterwords catching slugs Every hood got heaters, many generals defeated Heavy metal pop frequent The world crazy foul, how we suppose raise a child Face a trial, bail over eighty thou' In the street life, you game, player? Haze make the pain clear, eight days, the same stare So mama say a prayer, 'cuz I'm out there I'mma keep talking till they here Providing guidance to our children Turning off the TV sets, putting away the video games Helping our children with their homework Teaching our daughters to never allow Images on television to tell what they're worth Teaching our sons to treat women with respect That what makes them a man Is not the ability to have a child but to raise one I thought the block was all there was to life Surfing on the drug sites, meeting up at nights And I got tired of roaming hall, got wise to protocol And I got mines with no regard So all I know, is all I show, so all I see, before I go That all I am is the truth with this land And this roof over head and this root to the future fruits Worth more than your Gucci boots I ain't trashing fashion, I like to do me too Still I'm quick to pop it off With the model broad or with the Molotov Light rocks at your tank, might make me Take the safety off and pop it in your bank, like You see me, I'm major I told this story to a class of 9th graders They saying, "Fuck school, we some fly gangstas" I gave 'em something that can change their life later That's a message we need to send |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
Yup, you got the juice now, man
Niggas respect mine (Brothaz respect mine, brothaz respect mien) Respect mine (Brothazx respect mine) Yo, I be, out here, in these streets While you be, in the bed, under the sheets I grind hard, regardless, I'm gon' eat I don't care how many niggas you roll with or how deep 'Cuz I say one word, now you fast asleep I rebute rappers that spread poison I come in the meet for him Speak words that make born You in my brainstorm I sting men that do the innocent wrong Your sentiments gone You imagining vain things Neglecting me, but I reign king Savagy and wankstas Is not a part of my main stream, they plain jeans I'm King Original, Tao Wu Tazine Solomon darts, vocabulary Nazarines Come with a sharp sword I'm justified by all means, back up from my altar Falsehood niggas become falser I came back and stepped out of the sourcer Respect mines, make me an offer Or face the 36 Chambers of Torture Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine The General, rebel the great I'm on money like the president face Next felony's a federal case New blood, you can never relate True blood, you can never debate Not in nueve tres I spit like a deagle with the speed low Hustle hard, gamble on the game like Pete Rose Respect mine, steppin' with the G code Make a nigga move like cops through the peephole Manifesto, light it like a techno club Outside and don't expect no love Rolling like a west coast thug til the wheels fall off And I be damned if you step on 'cuz Brothaz respect vets, son is a vet Henny rap, feel it up on your chest Green eyes try and smuggle my rep So upset but you love it to death Get it in, shits, nothing to Deck, he set Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine For respect, I empty shots out of this tech Catch homey at the light, drag him out of his Lex' On the edge like Q on the ledge, you got the Juice now I took a pledge to the streets, since it was goosed down Police move foul, I can move the crowd Freestyle or bang bang, any rapper shoot him down Pull the ruger out, from the Hill to the Harbor Bloomingdale Road, Goonberg, stupid clout Old school money, get it from my grandad So I use a nigga face like I punch a sandbag Ran fats when the van passed My pants sag, scuffs on my Air Max Blood on my man's rag Got the homey loc'ing, I'm still Wolfpacking Looking like Kobe open, just passing Two 4, numbers I rep So my hunger for this bread Probably hustle to death, yeah Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine Brothaz respect mine |
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I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away It's foul in the street, criminal in the street Little child running wild, struck down in the street I'm strapped for the brawl, story of the hood It was written, you can read it in the graph on the walls Long as cash is involved, they blast for the cause And you better break bread or you asking for war Trying to come out the hood, pray for him 'Cuz he would put the gun down if he somehow could Baby being born, teenage mother Fly baby boy found laying in the dumpster? She couldn't bare the load, she begged for forgiveness Because it's just tears of soul And the world so cold, world so bold Gotta make it so my boy and baby girl, grow old Hold my head 'cuz I could be the nigga in the news Stressed 'cuz I need these figures for this food I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I want a better life for my children, I'm building I'm voting for Barack, I just hope they don't kill him I'm bugging off the government, they bugging off the fact That the next Pres. gonna be a woman or a black I'm sure what's in store, ain't cater to the poor And I bet many more won't make it through the storm But I take it will be strong, we face harder hard ships Labeled me, low class, treat it like I'm garbage Still I stand tall, rising like a phoenix from the ash My life tryin' ta see it if I can 'Cuz to me it's all I have, no, I wouldn't trade it I just meet you on the other side, homey, if I make it That's why I'm bigger on the grind I'm so close to the edge, 'cuz I live on the line And mankind's heading for the worse We gonna end the world if God don't get to us first I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away My man just lost his job And he was down three, so, now he forced to rob He was good till he caught the charge Trying to live that American dream, a three car garage Man, it's hard and it's ways to go You can't run from it, 'cuz there's no place to go And there's no face you know And there's no cake to blow And there's no space to grow I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
Yeah, I ride til I blew wit the case, through the days
Use the ways, niggas talk til they blue in the face Been struggling is nothing to me, come and see I get it in, like Kobe at the buzzer for three When I'm gone, better twenty one gun it Thousand dollar bottles pop One of the best that ever done it Broke nights dumbing with the dumbest Sporting the fourth floor I bought it from fiend for seven hundred New faces, screw facing niggas from a distance One time, wait to take a nigga through the system I ain't got time to play, I hit the globe on roam I'm still home a million miles away And I grind so my seeds could eat, sometimes I let my eyes close and I daydream of sleep And if I should die before I wake, then before my wake Hit my wifey off with all my cake Til then, I'mma live it up, pop corks and split a dutch Walking on the wild side, just to get a rush Y'all better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us Every one I know is God, earth, King, crip or blood Little nigga listen up, I know you loving the life Of living it fly, so how you can't get enough Son said, who gives a fuck, they see I'm making my bread Escaping the feds, so why should I give it up? Ain't nothing left to do but Throw myself down in these streets And if I feel like niggas test me I'm gon' reach out for my piece And I don't run from confrontation By myself, I keep it true When it comes down to getting paper I'm gon' do what I gotta do I seen million dollar niggas fall flat on they face Best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on your ace? Scramblers chase, the blood money's, hammers on waist Just to trick on the chick with the candles and lace Believe it, it's real, we all out, fiending for meals Food shot up on the block, left them bleeding there still Nothing worse than power in the hands of fools They play the game but they don't understand the rules Yo, you should understand the jewels I got my life on the line, there's a 50/50 chance to lose Aiyo, my dude, it's bigger than me but as the story go Why buy the cow when you get it for free To make a living, it's either death or state prison Deck just ain't quitting, either rep or stay hidden Y'all know the motto, hollow points follow you home Al Capone cats, swallow the chrome You get blown back out of your zone, like pow to the dome So watch your mouth, kid, mind on your tone Son I ate with the greatest, stayed with the latest Eye for an eye, boss, ain't with the favors I laid where they murk all day, broad day I said flames will disperse y'all way, y'all play Deep inside the game, wise guys die for they name While the organized mind, stay quietly paid Ain't nothing left to do but Throw myself down in these streets And if I feel like niggas test me I'm gon' reach out for my piece And I don't run from confrontation By myself, I keep it true When it comes down to getting paper I'm gon' do what I gotta do Do what u gotta do Do, do what u gotta do |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
Yo man, like you see
All of them creeps over there, man? And you know they ain't cool 'Cuz you know they gonna want some static I just might slap ya bitch and strip her clothes For fun and pull out guns like Axl Rose Undermine me and see your future dissipate Right in front of yo eyes, ain't no surprise 'Cuz I leave you fucked up, laid out, dilated Pupils, everybody you with, all pupils Poodles to pit bulls, quiet as cougars Maneuvers, silent, violent shooters Get involved in this tangle, try me, mane And I'ma hit you so many time, I'll be damned If your homies don't feel it, yo mama too I know about your block and where we bring the drama to I'm more than set, I'm set and more And I said it before with the choppers, I'm war Thug illegal [Incomprehensible] To start poppin' them thangs Before you say another word, tryin' to talk and explain Niggas wanna shout my name Best believe we got to bang Squeeze off, pop them thangs Yes, indeed we 'bout them thangs I walk my talk, I'm a boss I leave you out your frame Haters wanna block my game Don't twist it, it's not no game Yo, I'm still on top of the game And the thrill's still hotter than flame What I spill cause drama to brains And I bill drop bombs on ya lane Killa Hill, still honor the name The drill's still more of the same More portion to gain, I'm rock bottom No problem to bang beyond locks Son got em in chains He knock on them chains He on the block where they're poppin' them thangs Six figure wide ride, broads be flier than dimes She like the iron, she be right be my side Reason why she be liver than guys Niggas plot your demise Shake your hand, look you right in your eyes I only fuck with heads I can trust The usual suspects, the next up, Deck and Kurupt Get your neck cut messin' with us The weapons'll bust, your best bet, just step to the cut Niggas wanna shout my name Best believe we got to bang Squeeze off, pop them thangs Yes, indeed we 'bout them thangs I walk my talk, I'm a boss I leave you out your frame Haters wanna block my game Don't twist it, it's not no game Yo, why would I change my persona, nigga If it helped me to grow? Helped me to glow Helped me to help you niggas know Helped me to show you niggas I'm the same OG From when the Wu came through like in the streets When Tha Dogg Pound drops sounds That you couldn't believe I'm on the grounds, lead spray painting M.O.P. What now? We ghetto mosh pit in this bitch Nigga I don't gang bang But I'll bang a gang you, you mothafuckas I'm tryin' to tell you why I'm legit Nigga I will bang bang 'Til I break a spring in the mothafucka I'm with it all day, I get love from Brownsville From Stapleton to Crenshaw to Long Way So nigga y'all play and you'll get tossed around 'Cuz I'm focused now and I'm with the bosses now Put your pocus down And if a faggot bitch get one in his abdomen You know I'm back around Niggas wanna shout my name Best believe we got to bang Squeeze off, pop them thangs Yes, indeed we 'bout them thangs I walk my talk, I'm a boss I leave you out your frame Haters wanna block my game Don't twist it, it's not no game And they jumped me, you understand? I didn't see any niggas, they all crawled up on me You understand? Fuck it, you're [Incomprehensible] 'Cuz I don't wanna get stabbed in my back for nothin' All niggas get stabbed or shot in my back But dig this, I want 'em got, I want 'em layin' out |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
Ay, what's up baby?
I need you to sit down for a minute, relax your feet I'll keep an eye on the dinner Something I've been wanting to say for a minute So just listen I'm just sitting here, pouring my heart, even though Usually, about now, I be touring with the Gods Play your status like I'm MJ, scoring with the broads My love for you is deep, a little more than what's it's called So how am I at fault, we both got issues I miss you on the road but at home I fight with you At times I might be tight with you Take my life before I hit you, Situation difficult to get through You was just concerned with all the bitches in the face I was just concerned with all the riches in my face Grown man, so these bitches know they place I know it's no love, 'cause yo They fucking different niggas every day Couldn't wait to hit the crib and see your face If only for one night, the sunlight's gleamin' in our face No love without pain, I still love you the same But still share the same love for the game and so Baby, I just got your luv letter I'm trying to do better, 'cause now I know better I'm gonna hold you down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong Baby, I just got your luv letter I'm trying to do better, 'cause now I know better I'm gonna hold you down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong There be days when you call him on stage Text messaging, all in a rage You think I'm fooling around But the truth is, I'm moving around, L.A. Yesterday to the Bay, next stop Chi-Town Rarely get a chance to lie down Snatching paper with the fly sound All the hoes, you are not down When the going got rough, you ain't jump up and leave But if you did, wouldn't be so tough to believe 'Cause I know I put you through it, woman like you You just trooped it, girlfriends calling you foolish Hang on in there girl, 'cause when I"m finished We gonna live it to the limit, I'm a give you the world Just saying that it's you on my mind, I wish I was there But I gotta stay true to my grind Coast to coast line, strolling the curve Kiss the kids for me, baby, I be home on the third Baby, I just got your luv letter I'm trying to do better, 'cause now I know better I'm gonna hold you down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong Baby, I just got your luv letter I'm trying to do better, 'cause now I know better I'm gonna hold you down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong Baby You told me stay off the block But still held me down when a nigga got locked, yeah You brought me clean drawers and socks On the dance floor, tried to sneak in some top It's like my pen be the heart, ink be the blood I know your mama pissed that you fell for a thug I can't wait to give you kisses and hugs Just to be right near you, wishing I was, missing your love So close, but it's so much distance between us So I call collect, long distance, hoping you pick up Yeah, I know the Gods try to holla But I'm that nigga, still touch the world getting dollars Just ride with me, mama, release date soon Said, I'd probably touch the streets around the middle of June Can't wait to get you undressed, P.S. sincerely yours Always, mama, love, Fes, yeah, baby |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
You are now in the special operating area of the studio
I'mma push it to the limit like Manny and Tone Like, somebody carry him home, deeper than Barry's tone My young one, heir to the throne I fuck it up, you be hearing the moans Feeling the jones, dude, do it smooth as kaluha And you thought you was the future, you was the loser Me, I'mma doolah schooler This just use your manuever I'm cool as the cooler with the heart of a champ So to fail's not part of the plan, I just started to dance King of pop, moonwalking they ass Getting dirty like water to sand, man, pump up the jam 'Cuz the track's Godzilla Way beyond monster, half bar killer Charged with crash bar, smash y'all iller Camouflage large, hard head, Park Hilla, ah You are now in the special operating area of the studio Yeah, I'm wild like Clifton Powell, grammar tight Like Vanna White hands, how I flip the vowel Give it up, son, lift your towel, feels like the pits Just missed off the bat, I'mma hit you foul Just bow when you face the great Y'all skating on thin ice or INS raise the stakes Fuck around I'mma name your stage, Undadogz run the yard, a.k.a. Doomsday Brigade I say, I am not a gangsta, I am not a rapper But nigga my response, shots flying at your Jaguar Snitching in your song, stop lying 'bout your swagger Popping shit now, hear him crying 'bout it after I'm a different cloth from them When I toss the blend, heads spin like Porshe rims What I talk, should of caused a trend When I scope the lens, I got the whole world wanting in You are now in the special operating area of the studio |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
Aiyo, INS, yo, these niggas talking real stupid, again
Nigga, you know what it is, nigga How you gonna stop the real, nigga? It's impossible Nigga, fuck is wrong with you niggas Is you stupid or something, let's go Aiyo, go against House Gang and handle the war In the streets we ain't asking who you handling for Wave my hand have you faggot niggas hugging the floor Scarface, shower scene, angel blood and the chainsaw Shells hit your car, tear your frame off Beef got you covered like the faggot niggas Bodies in steak sauce What you think I bought all these lions and apes for Shotgun pele timey, dumping your face boy Baby, it's a jungle, I got animal taste for Real estate cards, plus keeping my safe full La Banga, Donnie Cash, I'm catching a case for Duct tape your face, then, empty your safe off Soldiers got more than 8 balls, you just a running back Play the front line with handoffs Carlton Fisk, ready for the stand off Five hundred grams, half a man, watch me get that man off Real shit, we trying to get a mil quick Son try and block the shots, right after the steel clip Click, go and get your clique Crews, squads, bring 'em through I'm so soulful, flow like a singer do So bitches love me, I live like a swinger too Niggas scared to play in the game I brought some ringers through Go ahead, say my name, the type to look for drama I snatch your chain, test out your body armor My reputation like Jeffrey Dahmer, I eat niggas You running with rappers, I get money with street niggas I put fire to leech niggas, gasoline homey with cheap liquor Burn unit see the picture C.S.I., S.I. chief retire Rest in peace La, cut 'em like a pizza pie I need paper, cop cars, I don't even drive I am not a rapper, nah, I don't even rhyme Just speak true life stories, that's on format So I use these fake ass rappers like they was doormats Taylor put in work, no W-2's So I don't file taxes, I just hustle my way through I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real Born with the struggle, used to hustle for crums Filling blunts in the building front, thugging for ones Full clips fly, nicks, dimes, something to pump Whole clips fly, whips, dimes, nothing to son City boy on the corner, I was so involved So the drama, I embraced it with open arms I'm trying to shake the fame, hoping I can break the chain Everyday the same, who am I to make it change When my niggas risk it all just to play the game And the youngings going through it, trying to play the same Through the rain, through the fire, handcuffed by desire Cynthia son, forgive me for the sins that I've done I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real Stop the real, really? You only feel me if you walk the same road Talk the same code Still dwelling in the hell, and find a time to make a home The few who escaped with trying to find a safer zone I ain't waiting for Obama, never doubted him, I'm proud of him He real, he'll spend a couple mil' in the housing then Seeing is believing, my vision is blurred 'Cuz I ain't seen nothing I heard, really nothing but words The bottom line, I'm still stuck to the curb Sky high but it wasn't the sherm, really nothing but herbs I risk it all for the cause Even if it's war with the law, I won't pause I can't, won't, don't stop, I ain't got an off switch Dying trying to live it, just to get a small part of it My squad is sick type that you don't want problems with Rolling like seventy mack trucks, what's stopping it? I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real You gots to be kidding my niggas, I worked too hard Fought too long, I'm standing on my own two |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
INS, your highness
He returns, the revolution will not be televised It will be taken to your front door, brace yourself It's the aura, don't break or take orders I drink holy water, they follow me like the Torah Getting tore up, for months, out in Europe Deck told me, Term, you're up, don't curl up We making cheddar out there Smoking on some leather couches Stretching ounces, been about this bread Baking coke mountains From Law Town to Staten To Boston to Manhattan This is what you call serious rappin' The serial scratcher Murder materialism ratchet, fearing the blackness Til your soul drift in where you passing I gotta be a thug angel, smoking angel dust Who can I trust, I'mma bust til my stainless rust The devil harm me til my pillow soaking wet and steaming I see the demons, they creeping in my biblical teaching So just remember if I'm next to split, catch a clip Catch a ditch that I wreck the shit with Inspectha Deck INS, your highness Terminology Planet Asia Medallions Murder rap, spray at your dome Serial scratcher, murder material Murderous math Catch a clip My turn is right Catch a clip INS Terminology Planet Asia Medallions This is what you call serious rappin' I'm cold blooded like Rick in his time You can see me prime time at the top spot Sitting with shine I leave 'em froze like they sniffing a line While they bitching and crying You find me always in position to climb I swing like Serena, hard as Medina We can be the beast to keep mamacitas moy bonita I breath ether, 103 fever Spread through receivers, infect the true believers Murder rap spray at your dome (Killers don't lurk there) Killa likes hang up the phone He a gangsta, claiming he bold Real loud with the crowd But I doubt you can bang on your own I earn my stripes, I burn for life, I turn your wife My turn is right, you heard me right I learn to fight, I work the night, I splurge the price I swerve on bikes, my word, I'm nice INS, your highness Terminology Planet Asia Medallions Murder rap, spray at your dome Serial scratcher, murder material Murderous math Catch a clip My turn is right Catch a clip INS Terminology Planet Asia Medallions This is what you call serious rappin' Yo, seen it all scenery, post-war poison taste basil Meanwhile, casino we was gambling Multi cigar scent drench, cake splashing That's my alibi, to outfits flavors, so taste fashion Handmade handkerchiefs, bottles popping but I don't drink Fuck it, since we celebrating I'mma take a sip Black down, couple of killas who never back down Choppa clappa mack splash, burgendy backgrounds And stitching a tradition that's passed down Murderous math, watch me duffel bag a couple of stacks now At the bottom with mean face, bottling anger Till I got woken out of that dream state Reality is a must, my doo-rag dynasty is to gold rush Gold Chain Military's the soldiers Low and behold us, the poisonous ring promoters of the cobra Planet Asia Medallions, the fucking shogun INS, your highness Terminology Planet Asia Medallions Murder rap, spray at your dome Serial scratcher, murder material Murderous math Catch a clip My turn is right Catch a clip" INS Terminology Planet Asia Medallions This is what you call serious rappin' |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
Ooh, na, na, na, na, no
I will stay true, we will make We will make it through, I know Yeah, yeah, yeah It's like every day bullets over broadway Pumping out the hallway With small change, this is how we live It's pop city, gritty ditty bop Got the glock with me Shots if you not with me This is what we give Born by the liquor store Used to hit the store for Mr. George Where them playas And them pimps trick the whores Saw the dope tracks, I sold crack Phone taps from Kojak The old trap, send the fiend through Before your home's jacked Chrome clap, shopping through the gate door Killas can't escape war Get rich or die trying to make more Corner store, cop me a four with the egg and cheese Hancock and evergreen, stop cop from SMDs Young me, used to wheelie the block Mountain bike, Nike Dunks, skunk, Phillies and gwap I watched the older heads shake those dice, same night Watch them, pull out the gauge, when he aced out twice I mean, everybody searching for the same thing Trying to make a name ring and claim king The lifestyle the game bring Sick whips, linens and crocks, thick women in flocks Or just a cellblock and prisoners pop People change like seasons do (People change like the weather) You know I always stay true (Stay true, say me) It's like every day bullets over Broadway (Though this life ain't promised to you) Pumping out the hallway With small change, this is how we live It's pop city, gritty ditty bop (In the hardest times will make it through) Got the glock with me Shots if you not with me This is what we give At 16 I hit the Ave with a brick, smashed with the chicks Dipped fast on them dicks, zip bag full of nicks I was bad on the strip, deuce, deuce in the booth Blue goose with the troops, fruit juice and a loose On the roof with the city on watch Got that brown bag of chocolate from up top, fifty a pop Since the OGs told me how to get me a knot Since then it's been impossible to get me to stop In the PJ's, where the fiends stay leanin' for days And the V's stay gleam, blades gleaming the raise Where the G's play, they don't need a reason to blaze And the D's stay scheamin' to take me to the cage 'Cause I'm living it, deep in this life and I'm a love it a lot 'Cause anytime grim reaper could strike Another homicide, it's ironic, son, got it Same corner where his father died Hard to hear his momma cry, why (People change like the weather) My people, this is for the struggle (You know I always stay true) It's not for the ballers, it's for the struggle (And though this life ain't promised to you) You know I got you, it's not guaranteed (Na, na, na, no, iIn the hardest times will make it through) We gon' ride though, we gon' live, hold your head |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan
And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten I'm from New York City, birthplace of the gritty Dog eat dog, only jakes willing to work with me Watch your back 'fore they lace your sizurp with a mickey Bodies'll burn like dub sacks of purple sticky Kojaks developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements The young guns put pressure on the made men The fiends'll, they'll cap you for your package The mass act savage, living sis' selling her ass and tits Your best friend'll send shots to wet ya The badlands, hammers on the waistband, the regular Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime 'Cuz ain't 9 to 5 for two-time felons And little man wanna be just like me The sadness thing, he just might be Where the livest, Christopher Walken, King of New York and Resort to talking when the heaters on him, grieving on him Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten Ol' blue eyes said, "You make it here, you make it anywhere" Drug wars for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air Now watch where you walk through, watch who you talk to Watch the young Gotti's, the'll off you It's like the mafia plot The fishermen, they find more bodies then cops But the shots don't stop, trynna get it get it Inside where the broads and the ballers kick it Big city lights, with chicks and ice You living, you victim to them sick gritty types Drooling with their tongues out, guns out, spraying clips Who lay in the pits and pray for a taste of it If you can sleep, you awaken by the loud sound Of barking chrome, sound foul but I call it home So keep heat when on the roam Speak brief when on the phone In these mean streets you all alone Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan And Staten and Staten and Staten and Staten |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
[Intro - Inspectah Deck]
Yeah, major players of the game, still swinging I'm up to bat again, ya'll already know Barry Bonds flow, out of the park with it (Mental Instruments) Let's go [Chorus - A.C.] You run through the competition, they treat you like a champ When you winning and you make it to the big game Dive in a pile of riches, fly bitches Chain fridged when you, make it to the big game Get money, big money, big fame Spot packed out, and the fans entertained They like me, we go hard when we play And that's how the fuck you get to make it to the big game [Verse 1 - Inspectah Deck] Early on the paper route, blood on my hands Cannons and lasers out Cool as a fan standing in Satan's house Show 'em what my name about, boss of myself Turning your lady out, talk is cheap, shut up, pay me now Hands on the dice work, stopping your bank Shorty you're light work, Comic View rap making my side hurt Talent's in the mic worse, drama to rank Feels like my life cursed, down to go out What's the price worth? Seats leaning with the rod held tight In the BMW g'ing with the Roswell lights I spit gemstars, splitting your dome and I double up Everything, heavy swing, bringing 'em home So I'm sitting like a king on the throne, like I used to be The right hand, now I got a thing on my own Showing love for all my ringers home, quoting my name You niggas been a clone, homie can't swing in my zone [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Raekwon] Revolvers with the lazy eye, late for my plate frame You crazy fly, screw the tip off, jump in the baby I More papers, law makers, all of us jaw breakers is on Vaticans in action in all ages All my teams armored, from all the way to bulletproof socks Hit me in the calf, it's no option I won't fold, destined to make bail Call up my Norfolk niggas, tip that bill, we can't play jail No time for RICOs, kids ego Fucked up the game, that's like sticking your eye next to the peephole The next generation of dumb niggas, we built the legacy These bum niggas, got invaded by slum niggas All mine battling, we gonna battle for mansions Branson and more bottles of Gallo A villain slash genetleman, blowing with nine thousand Indians I'm the chief, this the millennium [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Inspectah Deck] After all that I been through, critiquing all that the kid do The moral though, I'mma continue We hungry, son, you ain't seen gully You Wesley at the Carter, New Jack City, you G-Money I beast money, feet stay fresh off the runway Hotter than a summer day sunray, I must say Truth like a Bible page, twenty flow said night or day Twenty warheads at you right away Play maker A-gamer'll sell the house out, silence the nay sayer Throw a shout out, to all my major players Deck take it out the park, Barry Bonds stance They wonder, damn is his performance enhanced? Rumble in the jungle, blind to the pressure See, son's cool, million to one odds, he come through I leave your trunk blue, holding your head, stuck off the one-two Turn up the game, I just begun to [Chorus] [Outro: Raekwon] Live and direct, Staten Island 10304 USA, all the way to muthafucking Africa Back to Pinkin Avenue |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
He's been taking it easily
And then suddenly the moment changed Suddenly, the moment changed, watch it and He has put together a flurry and put the champion away But no one has ever been able to do that And he's tryin' ta survive to the final bell, what a fight You never will conquer the champion, ooh, ooh You never will conquer the champion I stream machine gun funk, trunk slayer Major Payne game hunter, summer time shine Mind controller, hold the crowd still hill top dweller Sell the garden out, House Gang chain Cuban Link blink, lose shoes, you can never wear Stare hard, God rise above, love hate, make your choice Voice like Luther, future Hall of Famer Came a long way, stay fly, I, soldier, Ayatollah Airbender sent a chill, drill sarge, hard bottom Got 'em hooked, took my time, grind heavy Ready for the world, girl please He's too experienced Been a don, Avalon size, wise to it Do it like, Nike type gritty, city boy, 'noid never Better recognize, eyes of the tiger The fire breather, heed the truth, son The champion You never will conquer the champion, ooh, ooh You never will conquer the champion This is Ruben rap, glam glitz, strips buzzing Cousin got the spot a blaze, J's crisp, this time styling Island of Stat, Black Hawk, walk with me, fifty cal flow Blow the roof, you learn, burn unit True it's popping, watch 'em work, Purp' smoking, toke and rapping Catch a tidal wave, slave to the rhythm, give 'em hell Bell ringer, Springer Show, throw a chair, air it out Doubting Deck, check your pulse, folks, witness history Rewriting the script, switch it on 'em, taught 'em how Now's a new day, say what? Clutch shooter Through the storm, calm bomb arm, dangerous, spit game Flame thrower, Cobra Commander, pandemonium, it's only him Swim with the sharks, spark like night breeze See plan the camera flash, cash only homey And not jammed till the band done, the champion You never will conquer the champion, ooh, ooh You never will conquer the champion |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
If you look in my eyes, oh, ooh yeah
This is the greatest story never told The life and times, seventh episode Based on a dad that I've never known Mama raised me to hold my own But I went against the grain The tracks of a tear, show's the pain Trapped in cage with the shackles and chains I lost my grip try to handle the game Through the fire, didn't happen to change You can try and kick it with him I ain't listen, I was trapped in my way Young and dumb, buzzing off that 151 Proof Backshotting shorty on the project roof Wow, look at him now Came a long ways from the hallways Coppin' on four, 4 and Broadway I was 16, working the triple beam Catch a vick, jack a whip Anything getting this cream The fiends had him falling in love And the fiend became me I needed more than drugs If you look in my eyes, you see what I see Take a look at my life, you see why I'm me Everyday on the grind, I'm fiending my seed Try to seek out at dying, that's where you'll find me I heard the homey say, this can't be life, this can't be us He can't be right or maybe it's true or maybe it's you I say it's the Devil and all the things That he persuade me to do I'm holding back just for making the news Chasing haze with the booze Doing the tango while they playing the blues Loose cannon, attracted to the neon Little RC stepping up with his G on, he on I learned from the corner dons, the cops, the cons The sugar daddies, the tricks, the johns I was quick to get involved, addicted to it all Got my GED behind the prison walls I risked death just to rep where I'm from I got slapped in the head with the gun Second to none, perfection with my kids it become Cynthia's son, forgive me for the sins that I've done If you look in my eyes, you see what I see Take a look at my life, you see why I'm me Everyday on the grind, I'm fiending my seed Try to seek out at dying, that's where you'll find me Sleepless nights, vampire feasting on the darkness How could I see the light? Grown-ups try to lead them right Still catching felonies, they telling me, everything gon' be alright I'm like, I ain't try to play the fool, I just want a plate of food Pay my dues, hustling to make to make it through I'm same as you but I'm considered lucky 'Cuz my buddy's in the grave should of made it too The stress and the pain, my lifestyle destined to change Lord bless him for the rest of his days May he be everything that he say Give him strength to be a leader or to lead him astray The sheep or the pray Mama used to say believe in this day Situations force people to change I"m so deep in the game and I will never be the same The Devil be the blame, that's the reason I sing If you look in my eyes, you see what I see Take a look at my life, you see why I'm me Everyday on the grind, I'm fiending my seed Try to seek out at dying, that's where you'll find me If you look in my eyes, you will see |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
I came in the game, young nigga banging for fame
In the process, staking my claim And I train like, Leonidas son, the fire and sun The blood, sweat and tears, grinding for ones Nearly died for it, cried for it, hustle and flow Right from the seed, competing with my love for the dough The hunger it burns, I wondered and yearned They tried skipping my turn This time, muthafuckas gon' learn About the rap general, Rebel, I stack regular revenue Globally local mogul, vocally soldier hold you Dude faking and fronting, you just say that you want it I'm the next Nike ad, greatness is nothing Who run it, I'm coming, I can't, won't, don't stop blunted 'Til the dough stop coming, 'til the hoes stop stunting Label it a rap, case closed, no discussion I'm back to the block, got the whole spot dumbing I hear plenty barking, got the semi sparking It's my time, this is it, like I'm Kenny Loggins Empty cartridge like Hannibal A-Team Stop me, wake out your day dream Stay out the way, please Before you have me facing like eighteen It's gotta be, then let it be I'm straight in them state greens I've been through it all, still stuck in the mud Eating good, living right, still them fuckers a judge Like a nigga can't get no greats, when I hit, Make the bricks go ape 'cause I spit cocaine And I'm leaning em, blue coats is beaming 'em Rolling with the team and 'em But really only few folks are seen with 'em Y'all better mark my words Before it's all set and done I'm a stun y'all like Spock and Kirk Honor the rep, UD's, Donnie and Fes P.C. Fisk, Banga, straight body a set I even the odds, I'm bleeding, I'm scarred A nickel bag in the trunk, believe I'm involved I'm on everything, 'cause I ain't feeling the job Your boy Deck's a king, keep it realer than y'all Or say keep it true, you watching like the streets'll do Hip hop is falling apart, Deck, he's the glue Haters get off me, you sinking my ship Fixing your lips, yapping like you thinking he slip I got a million niggas thinking he sick, a million kids Thinking he rich, a million bitches think he the shit You think it's a game, laugh when you leaking in pain Speaking my pain, hater I'm the reason you came |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
Are you ready?
You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down House Gang Undadog, do it for pay Would tell you kill the rumors but it's true what they say Yo, what they say? He be popping like he using the K UDz, Urban I, another usual day You can see me on G street, twirling the kush Prime time, nigga, roll with the circle of crooks Break bread with my G's, they be serving it good What's the time, what's the reason What's the word in the hood I be moving so you know I got a ear to the block Heard a voice then, all that I could hear was the shots Killa Hill, the badlands, we are the cops Where you get popped just when you nearing the top INS, I been there, lived there and done it Still grind, know I comb through the city for hundreds Still shine, though the kid stay gritty and love it He ain't that nigga, you can get it for nothing, hey You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down S.I.N.Y. crossing the water See Stoney got that headcrack, four and a quarter Big unit, pitching this corner to corner Getting gwap see my daughter gross more than Kimora Two stepping to the thief theme, real with this thing True heads represent 'cuz they feeling the king Pop a bottle, daddy start doing his thing While the goons in the bathroom stealing your bling Man, don't take it personal, it's only the business All or nothing, INS, know me to get it Oak dash, stone driveway, linoleum kitchen Big plasma with the game on, roll with my slippers The shit that I'm on, they ain't market it yet Sick maid with the swift blade honor my rep New Jack City Nino, nigga, growing up fast Get tossed off the fourth floor right in the trash, yeah You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down You know how we get down, we gets down Whenever we come 'round, it goes down |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Wu-Tang Clan
Gravel Pit [RZA] 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... HOOK: Paulissa Morgan Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killers bees black watch (black watch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...] [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...] Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen [Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... [Ghostface] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the techs and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit... Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets I hear the hot shit [Meth over hook to end] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Intro: (LP Version)
He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of passion You don't trust me huh? Well you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz Chorus: Raekwon the Chef Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowin by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs Wit Mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax niggaz lyrics is wack nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar's Palace eatin salads We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in RapPage But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan Chorus Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs, swithc like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children Leave the buildin Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure Like Lou Farigno on coke Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it! Chorus ...politic ditto ...get lifted in the staircases |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight It's Yourz Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4 It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[Method Man]
Yeah, torture motherfucker what? What? I'll fuckin I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost With your ass cheeks spread out and shit Right? Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there For like a half hour Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like Yeah, I'll fuckin Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat Ooooohhhh Whassup? BLAOWWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick Off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker I'll fuckin I'll fuckin Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you [Genius] Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggaz is wailin, check it out kid From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef You-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber Band, I be Sam Sam I am And I don't eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this ain't your average flow Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don't forget your forty And we gonna do it like this I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes Question what exactly is a pantie raider Ill behavior savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm (check it) Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sex pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missiles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fading motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd And ya didn't have friends to begin with I'm M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Here I am, here I am, the Method Man [RZA] Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a swarm (Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid) (Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gat Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I roll like a bat out of hell Evil
acapell's fly spittin out of my grill Before I hit the sky with springtime colors Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II We like Dorothy Hamill on ice We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late I'm lookin real good, draped out Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style Hand me the matches now Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up Beats break, the nigga would take off his time Honolulu status, gladdest the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice Niggaz came clumped out Just came home, now they bunked out Money be longer than triple life til the sun burn out, that's my word Move it with the burner out Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians [Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this [both] Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous [Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life [both] one time in the respectable mind repeat Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks Witness, forget his, original statement Even in protection programs there's no escapement Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck And as they nervously stare, I know they scared They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square Household name, assassin, killa bee Mill to the grain, that posess the Wu, trilogy Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend Those that got styles, they got identical twins Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky without skills, they master the art of mimicry But I go line for line on the whole page Your unspotted life on the mic is old age rocket |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger code red danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal too hot to handle Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth Movin on your left And set it off get it off let it off like a gat I wanna break full cock me back Small change they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over but they don't know no better But I do true can I get a sue Nuff respect due to the one six I mean ohh yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical Ooh what grab my nut get screwed Oww here comes my Shaolin style True B A B Y U to my crew with the suuue Yo ya best protect ya neck First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center you enter the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats if rap was a gun you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom bangs like African drums Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius Take us the fuck outta here The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20 watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Reunited cuz it feels so good (Yo, yo, niggaz ain't shit) Reunited cuz we're understood (Your bitch ain't shit) There's one perfect thing and (Your momma ain't shit) children this one is it (Your daddy ain't shit) We both we're so excited cuz (You ain't shit) we're reunited, hey! hey! (Niggaz ain't shit Your momma ain't shit Your daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, you ain't shit Yo, yo) Reunited, double LP, world excited Struck a mass to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-ass beats, them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor Casual dresser, you may dress fresher The way that I speak this shit is energetic My physique of meat is quick atheletic Remove all MC's who disapprove that my funky fresh particle always have the groove You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite All negative on the mic, I dislike Try to rock the mic but only will reduce Try to get loose, you juice as a youth Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right Try to be talkative, there's no alternative Hide until I forgive, this motive I am unique with the perfected physique The objective of my rhyme is my own technique I maintain the paradise on this Earth with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth Watch a nigga catch a purse Super-hero niggaz die Do my dirt, get away and multiply You bitches, ya nice guys Always want bitch, because ya need mine I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show Cuz nobody can't fuck with me! You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money! Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin? When I was young, I was taught how to produce the science of babies gettin loose I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt We ain't sayin nuthin I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert Love potion, plenty bones I put up What!? What!? What!? What!? You know what time it is, mothefuckers! Reunited and it feels so good (It's Wu mothefuckers) Reunited cuz we're understood (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers) There's one perfect thing and children this one is it We both we're so excited cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! (It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers) I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan. We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin? I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down. Master P, you holdin it down. KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down. Give Snoop my love, E-40. MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond. This is family, I don't give a fuck! Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga! Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get down! knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit! KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz! Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! Bitch, I got to go! (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[martial arts movie sample] Yeah, yo, aight Pass the meth! (nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!) Yeah, aight kick the raw style, yeah Fly that fuckin sack Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who tr |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[Oh, fuck, you can't even sing]
Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it raawww!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! Sh... Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any fifty two states I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! [I like the way you come] Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! (Repeat) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and high prophecies can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, ally perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an' Rumblein patrolmen teargas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament that does burn Play my position in the game of life, standing firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to push my big cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke blunts and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly nose reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga who was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut for raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, eye-no-vation Getting drunk like a fucking skunk on five-year probation War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another hard nigga torn, close ones gone Those who stray and fuck-up get slayed by the song The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like the million black womens on my man's rag Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Winter Warz
Wu-Tang Clan Winter Warz It's on.. (Cappa) Where your sparkle at kid? Ryzarector.. (Break: Raekwon the Chef) Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) (Verse One: U-God) This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm (Break: (first two lines) (Verse Two: Ghostface Killah) More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster (Break) (Verse Three: Masta Killa) Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy of the Wu and learned how to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python (Break) (Verse Four: Cappadonna) You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: kung fu sample from
"8 Diagram Pole Fighter"] Today I'll talk about kindness Justice, faith and kindness I want you to listen carefully Kindness and faith, are the foundation Without them, we can't become good people And with justice, we know we can lead a good life And how can I be a good man then, eh? Well, first of all, you have to practice honesty Uhmm... Keep your temper, never lose control of yourself Keep control... Be patient, if you learn to do these things, you can master anything [Chorus: The Persuasions "Gypsy Woman" sample] Out of nowhere, there came a caravan This was around a campfire light A lovely woman in motion Her hair was as dark as the night [Method Man] Cruising on the interstate, just follow while I innovate Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate Front and get ya dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait I'm trying to bring the "Sexy Back" like Timbaland and Timberlake Spitting like a calico, kush from a Cali hoe Tell that joker "tally ho", put shots in that Denali, yo RZA you know how we go, on them 20's, that's how we roll And I don't eat berries but eat a Berry like Halle though The game criminal, my, my chain figaro My, my dames pigeon-toed, I'm still the same nigga though Uh, kid rock a fitted low, still got a wicked flow And I'm like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw [Ghostface Killah] On anything that RZA throw, Ironman's invisible I left my chick for cheating on me, now that bitch is miserable Popping bottles, painting hella Wallo's on my physical We gon' have a ball, might as well pick a testicle Purple haze festivals, smoke a nigga like a bowl F**k a coma, now the state you laying is a vegetable You wanna see me? Like you ain't checkable You like a CD, I burn you and I wrecked a few... [Chorus] [Interlude: kung fu sample (RZA)] Only God, has lept into avenged mind And can, distinguish good, from evil Hahaha (Aiyo Cappa) [Cappadonna] We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house Call me a dreamer, but I hustle for real You thought that I fell off but now I'm attacking the field All in Chicago, grinding, putting it down Crush blocks of MC's, I ain't playing around Yo, you heard me on The Bassment, giving it to 'em Fake dudes hiding theyself, but I could see through 'em Diggler, what? I'm trying to live and raise kids While you throwing up ya sign, I'm laying 'em down, kid Plus, I'm back home now, doing my thing Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring [Chorus 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] A good friend, holds his drink Bad company makes bad wine! Drinking among friends Red wine means a good life A few drinks bring comfort Two drinks are enough Money can't buy courage Riches mean nothing to us Brilliant, a display of genius |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: Method Man]
If you got it, light it up [8X] [Method Man] Ain't no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot, fiends is cooking 'em Little niggaz hugging the block, cops is booking 'em Women hugging they purse when they spot the crook in 'em Back when little J got shot, pops was whooping 'em Little noses dripping with snot, ock, now look at 'em The ghetto got a hook in 'em now, drugs, stay pushing 'em Used to throwing dirt in these blunts, now, it's kush in 'em Used to tell these chicks to shut up, now, he's shooshing 'em Get cash, get that ass, or put a foot in 'em Iron Flag, flag that cab, Bedford and Put-e-nam There ain't no puss in 'em, dick, dildo, or gush in 'em Niggaz still got that juks in 'em [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) If he drunk and he run his mouth (Get 'em out ya way pa) If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) (Get 'em out ya way pa, move, move, move) [U-God] I'm seduced by the chrome, it's a ruthless poem It took a little time to get his juices going Producers know him, as the kid with the Iron Palm Righteous hammer, examine the firearm Approach or get fired on, permanent chest scar Empire Strikes Back, check out the Death Star Bless y'all, wet y'all, do the impossible Where I'm from, we use dum-dums in the arsenal Highly sparkable, get stretched off the knuckle check Known to scuffle, I take it to the upper deck Universal conquest, kung fu, buckle vets In a dufflebag, max yo, a couple techs Give 'em ear hustle, Wu brand, we programmed Next time we dance, it won't be a slow jam I fear no man, son, you get lynched up Nigga bitch, get Frankenstein stitched up [Chorus] [Masta Killa] Yeah, voice skipping off percussion Give it to 'em how they love it, slow flow, deadly, beloved All praise, the daunting, calm yet So alarming, without a word being spoken A thought with no voice, just a nod and a look The contract was took, straight cash, off the books A major pawn took a Don, look, he's armed With a few black rooks from the heart of the Crook Shook ones look while they hung him on Hercules hooks They found his body near a shallow brook, escaped on foot Switched the look up, out of state, he got the hook up The flipped cake, thought lighter than the feather Yet heavier than weight, when my mindstate starts to break, take cover Over RZA instrumental, I'm damn near invincible, it's simple [Chorus 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] Tell me, what are they like? They got holes in the top, five round holes While I was watching, this stranger, hit them But his fingers went right through the bone So then, they've... mastered it It's some style of kung fu, you know it? The Skeleton Claw |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
We got butter
We got butter Gonna go Gonna go One thing for sure keep you a vault Keep a nice crib fly away Keep to the point Keep niggas outta your face who snakes Keep bitches in their place keep the mac in a special place Keep movin for papes Keep cool Keep doin what you doin Keep it fly keep me in the crates Cause I will erase shit on a real note yous a waste Its right here for you I will lace you Rip you embrace you Put a nice w up on your face Word to mother you can get chase It s nothing to taste Blood on a thug If he gotta go All I know is We be giving grapes This is a place from where we make tapes We make them everywhere stealing all We be making base You’ll be making pace These little niggas they be making shapes Our shit is art yours is trace This is the way that we roll in the street You know when we roll we be packing the heat Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go This is poverty island man these animals don’t run Slums where the ambulance don’t come Who got the best base fiends waiting to smoke some Approach son Ask him where he getting that coke from My dudes hug blocks like samurai shogun Cause no v and no ones Equalin no fun Who wanna treat they know huh Body to go numb A woman need funds plus her hair and her toes done It is what it is though You F**k with the kid flow You make it harder to dough the harder the get go Harder to pimp flow harder when it snow The pinky and the wrist glow Cause here we live fo Get guap and get low But first off you gotta get the work off To get from the curse boss Yeah See im the shit Them dirt on the fifth know Hustling from the get go The motto is get mo This is the way that we roll in the street You know when we roll we be packing the heat Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go We was quiet flashy brothers Strapped all along with the dirty 38 long 12 hour shift gate took case in state you think he wont hold his weight put the money on the plate and watch it get scraped We get ape up in that club Off that juice and hen And its an no win situation F**king with them You mean like Ewen at the front of the rim Finger roll a dutch Million dollar stage is touched Techs gauges bust Trust no one The lone shogun Rugged tim boots stompa Damaging lyrical mass distruction laucher Nothing can calm the quakage When I break kid Peace to my brothers up north Doing state bids This is the way we be rollin in the street You know when we roll that we be packing the heat Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go This is the way we be rollin in the club You know when we roll that we be packing 32 slugs Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-07-13
Subject : Inspectah Deck - The Movement (Koch,2003)
