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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro:
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style Chorus: RZA Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Verse One: Ghostface Killah Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt and you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that Carryin gats but yo, my Clan Rollin like forty Macs Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger Chorus Verse Three: Inspectah Deck I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on... Chorus Verse Four: The Genius/GZA Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin through ya back *swish* Givin bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin ruckus... Chorus So bring it on...(X7) punk nigga! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit] (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up KnowhatI'msayin? (Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get...) Yeah, check this ol fly shit out Word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go (dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef 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 Chorus: Method Man Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Verse Two: Inspector Deck It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival I 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 C.R.E.A.M. 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... 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 I 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 stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks and 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 Outro: Chorus -- 4X Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill YaknowhatI'msayin? Cuz we can't just get by no more Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down Chorus -- 3X Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro: Raekwon the Chef
[Can it be that it was all so simple then] KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick Nineteen ninety three exoticness KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight Yo!! Verse One: Started off on the island, AK Shaolin Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey If niggas know the half is behind me Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout Pushin the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up Betta watch ya back and duck Cause these fiends they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got the law It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!) And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! <gun shots>) Fuck that <Chorus> <Raekwon> Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to MPV's phat! (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Nigguh, yeah, yeah! Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Yo! Kickin the fly cliches Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin on my living room wall My first joint, and it went gold I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spot light Gettin my dick rubbed all night I wanna have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now, it just a big dream Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed Be able to maintain Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes Receivin all types of calls from upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure Settlin for lesser The god left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way Continue to make hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime [Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga Word up It's on like that] [Can it be that it was all so simple then] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Up from the 36 Chambers...
Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh Wu-Tang Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple The Brand White K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things Killa beez all over your fuckin planet Thirty-six chambers of death Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Choppin off your motherfuckin dome... ...peace, and every fuckin borough Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez.... The sword? C'mon, give him the sword *Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to... The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald -- -- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow and shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA One who just represent the Wu-Tang click With the game and soul, of an old school flick Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids so stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin own I'll hang your ass with this microphone Make way for the merge of traffic Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets God squad that's mad hard to serve Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves *Repeat The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!" Your wack ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid? Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants ahhh human feces! Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ the catcher, he's my man Anyway he's the one who devised the plan He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues *Repeat (x2) Hoods on the right Punks in the back... to what Niggaz on the left Hoods on the right Punks in the back, c'mon... to what ...let your feet stomp ...brag shit to death ...wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to Clan in da front, let your feet stomp |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]
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 Verse One: U-God 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 Verse Two: Inspectah Deck 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 Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef 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 Chorus: Method Man 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 gats Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard 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 Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface Killah 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!!!!] Verse Six: Masta Killa 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 Chorus |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what?
[Torture nigga 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 Tssssssss [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 Intro Part Two: Genius (all versions) [Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef U-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 Verse One: 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, cuz I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber band, I be Sam Sam I am And I dont 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 buckwu-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 aint 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 Break: All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don't forget your fourty 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 fourty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Verse Two: 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 panty raider Ill behaviour 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 sess pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missles 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 Fadin 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 didnt 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 Outro: RZA Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang Killa B'z on a swarm [Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid] *coughing* [Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
* this version of the song is final, no more corrections are being accepted
* the actual album version is edited, but the curses have been added back in So whassup man? Coolin man Chillin chillin? Yo you know I had to call, you know why right? Why? Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right? Yeah You know what I wanna hear right? Whatchu wanna hear? I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint Wu-Tang again? Ahh yeah, again and again! *sounds of fighting* [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off de Inspector Deck [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X) [Inspector Deck] 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 [Raekwon] 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 [Method] It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Movin on your left, aah! 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-ooh 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 blunt makes me *cough* [U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's U to my crew with the "suuue" *interlude* watch ya step kid (8X) [Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon (4X) [RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck [Ol Dirty Bastard] 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! [Ghostface Killah] 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 [RZA] 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 (we'll be) 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 [Genius] 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 *sounds of fighting* [RZA] You best protect ya neck (4X) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro: Raekwon the Chef
[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 Chorus: Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck- I FUCK yo' ass up! What? (HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!) Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard, Method Man, Raekwon the Chef Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut! Styles unbreakable, shatterproof To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot! BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style Ruthless wild! Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out? Wanna get on it like that, well then shout! Yo RZA, yo razor! Hit me with the major The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor Gunnin, hummin comin atcha First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha You could never capture the Method Man's stature For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terror Razor sharp, I sever the head from the shoulders, I'm better than my compeda, you mean competitor, whadeva! Let's get together [Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!] I react so thick, I'm phat, and YO! Rae came blowing and blew off ya headphones black Rap from yo Cali to Texas Smoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to WRECK this Brothers approach and half step, but ain't heard HALF of it yet, and I bet you're not a fuckin vet So, when you see me on the real, formin like Voltron Remember I got deep like a Navy Seal! Chorus: [Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga I'll FUCK YOUR ASS UP!] Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard Yo...! I come with that ol' loco Style from my vocal Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals I'm no joker! Play me as a joker Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya! Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!" Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers So I can get fzza-funky for yah Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH! Here comes the Tiger verse Crane! Ow, be like wild with my style Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED WU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU! And get funk like a SHOE! What?! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Verse One: The RZA
Yo check yo yo, check the script Me and the gods get it ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip Had a box, 'Boom Boom' the bass will blast We was laughing, at all the girls that passed Conversation, brothers had begin to discuss (Hey yo, Ra, remember that kid ya bust?) Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh HA Not knowin, exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer Didn't expect, to come across, a crazy gunner "Hey Shorty, check it for the bag and the dough" But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!!" Money splattered him, BOW! then he snatched the bag In his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave. Girls screamin, the noise up and down the block (Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!) I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was... Aw man! How do I say goodbye? It's alway the good ones who have to die Memories in the corner of my mind Flashbacks, I was laughin all the time I taught him, all about the bees and birds But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words Chorus Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Me and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelter Bout to hit the skins, from this girl named Thelma Now Thelma had a rep, that was higher than her neck Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed Three o'clock in the morning, something gots to give Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next Here, take this raincoat, and practice safe sex He seemed to ignore, I said be for real She's not even worth it, to go raw deal A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do He got butt-naked and stuck the power U Twenty minutes went by, my man went out, without a doubt I'm not pumpin' up, I am, airin out Hey yo, he came out laughing with glory I'm surprised, he's still livin', to tell his story But he carried on, with the same old stuff with Stephanie, like a whammy, he pressed his luck Both tried to be down with O.P.P. Ain't nuttin' wrong but he got caught with the H.I.V. now No life to live, doc says two more years So after the laughter, I guess comes the tears <Chorus X2> |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
[Tiger style]
[Tiger style] Tiger style Yo, huh, huh Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit There's noplace to hide once I step inside the room Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM JAM, now scream like Tarzan I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome I'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson And the survey said -- ya dead Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat Me fear no-one, oh no, here come The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum! I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up My style carries like a pickup truck Across the clear blue yonder Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T. Now why try and test, the Rebel INS? Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state! *And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with Hyah! Step up, boy! Represent! Chop his head off, kid! The Meth will come out tomorrow, Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro Flow, with more afro than Rollo Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow In fact I'm a hard act to follow I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through Niggaz is like "Oh, my God, not you!" Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie Rather do than die, check my flava, comin from the RZA which is short for the razor Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu! I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you *Repeat Ahh-hah! Yeah Representin Brooklyn Queens Long Island, Manhattan Bronx The Rugged Lands of Shaolin Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta Our boys in Ohio comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh Yo, niggaz from The Source My man Kelly Moon from the GAVIN Rod Strickland, Jason ? and yeah true, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy We ain't nuttin ta fuck wit The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin California squadron comin through knahmsayin? The whole fuckin West coast to the whole East, niggaz from D.C. Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan State Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit all over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy Peace to the fuckin Zulu Nation Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond Wu-Tang slang, choppin heads boy It ain't safe no more! Peace.. |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Take that motherfucker
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain and yo, set it off Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what? Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse Two: Method Man I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox Verse Three: Inspector Deck Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode Verse Four: Ghostface Killer Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE Verse Seven: Genius/GZA My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what This goes back to nineteen.. Ahem, check it, yo GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what? Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse Two: Method Man I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox Verse Three: Inspector Deck Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode Verse Four: Ghostface Killer Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE Verse Seven: Genius/GZA My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Shaq Fu-Da : Return (1994)
RZA:
Spectacular cardiovascular attacker! Shaq's on the track with the blackular, Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzla, Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular Veins... do it quick nicca bi**h, before your brain get drained... With the horror you now have become stained... Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter, The skill like a splinter! A decimal, Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we... (Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual, Styles break your mind! Shine, nigga, shine! All: We don't need no hooks! Shaq: The Shaq Attaq has risen, Au concrete PM this is twizm, Always & forever, forever always attack, I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack! Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic, CD, #3 Static! You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin', AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger, Quick to rearrange a... outlook, so look out, So here me comes! Quick to beat you down, Like the RZA on the drums! Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'. My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman Emblem! Marks, get set, go left, The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth! All: We don't need no hooks! Method Man: Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome, Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down. I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method. Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz, It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer: Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track, Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it, The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted. My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin', Got your wholes block duckin' Down! The end is here, apocalypse now! Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out. (more We don't need no hooks stuff) |
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from Batman Forever (배트맨 포에버) [ost] (1995)
Dead crosswords puzzling your delf (Get yourrrrrrrr headpiece strapped on tight) See that's what I'm talkin bout When you take the Johnny Blaze (you're dealing with Johnny Blaze) (the Johnny Blaze) and you take that game and you plug that here into Bobby Steels (ohh yeahhhhh) Nowwwww you are playing with power (yeahhhhh get that mouthpiece screwed on right dude) (You're dealing with the Bobby Steels) with power (the Bobby Steels) Now you are playing with power I got your mind twisted Unrealistic wavelength draining on your brain-strip inflicted Crosswords puzzling your delf Questioning your own mental health (yeah) it's like a maze within itself (yeah) Check the grimey, slimey, slimey Crim-inim-inal indivi-dual I be Searching for the Dark Knight Lurking in the shadows of the city (the city) he roll with jiggy My crime committee, robbing every Gotham piggy bank blinnnnnnnd Take a journey through the mind of a Riddler Tax free money not a problem (that's no problem) A price to get the ice not a problem (that's no problem) A body for a price not a problem (that's no problem) Hmm -- The Riddler Once again it's the mind bender, three-time felony offender Demented, brain cemented, mixed in the blender I lose ya, mass-confusion, question mark clues in What where why whose-in, quiz Time to ask yourself who it is Sheisty P.L.O. underhanded biz, invading brothers wigs (wigs) Can I live Corrupt and bringing all the misery and suffering Pain, you couldn't cure with a Bufferin Rotating, ridiculous, rapid-fire riddle Bat get trapped in the middle of The Riddler Murder for the evil not a problem (not a problem) To the gen there ain't no sequel not a problem (it's not a problem) Big up to all my people not a problem (that's no problem) Hah-hah, The Riddler Observe if you will I'm in my hide-out in the back of the hill (yeah) I crack a wall then I caught about a mil Co-defendant Johnny Blaze and Bobby Steels We was blazing hardware (hardware) Turn the corner you can hear the wheels squeel rehrrarrrr On that ass fast was the Batmobile (Batmobile) I can tell by the demon on the grill, this was real Alley-cat screaming ahhh , I hit a trash can Garbage everywhere, money flying out the bags and trying to escape, code nine with the cape Or else he'd be headed upstate, it's The Riddler Talkin suicide, not a problem (that's no problem) If you're speaking homicide not a problem (that's no problem) You want to talk genocide not a problem (that's no problem) It's The Riddler Word up, that's no problem Stim-ulim-uli, stim-ulim-uli Feel good don't it And you know it Got ta, hotter You're playing... with... power |
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from Tales From The Hood by Christopher Young [omnibus, ost] (1995)
YoyoyoyoyoYO! Yo
Is the niggaz ready for this son? Niggaz ain't ready for this ock One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man) Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it) Lyrical threat Representing Wu-Tang Slang, ninety-five Hittin it live You know what time it is Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war Then slide by my, lyrical driveby Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they got When they rush, built like construction tools Crushing fools, in twos Forced dude to blast you out your fuckin shoes A South swap with the bombs I drop Plan A to terrorize you can't stop the plot Execution of an amateur, who dared to challenge the Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur Truth is my shield, show and prove I reveal Reality, a coldness the heart can feel Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five But I survived in these hard times I nearly died Now I'm wanted by death I did escape Now it's thrown on a tape with those who can relate Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase Hits takin place, yo God, watch the Jakes Out of state court dates, chase me with the warrants For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from Coming through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal Potential witnesses are incapable Of testifying, I won't be frying in the chair Plus the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and safe clothes I make foes, exasperates then, I make friends Cause today's friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects No one on this earth, can hold me No one on this earth, can fool me No one on this earth, can grip the mic Like, I, do, nigga You ever, feel, that you can Test me, you got to face the Clan and Never, return to the mic again There's no one in the world Let me at them! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger Tongue in your throat is swiss cheese The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder Wu-Tang killa bee aimed at your brain With my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya Thirty-six chambers of anger, frustration For waiting, to let loose on the nation Far from commercial no need for no rehearsal Hit you from all angles then form a circle Go against the grain within close range When I Slam, like Onyx, come get some, that's a promise I'll represent, here's the evidence Science of mad murder plates I make sense My technique of speech is deep, like Leviathan Hittin up your block with rhymes, like a firing Shooting for the platinum, then bring it back to The same place I got the gat from, let me at them |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk a hard role to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold their life and times, deadly like the virus design but too, minute to dilute, the science is mine You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way [Masta Killa] A voice cries from the wilderness of the North A representation of the families that lost one all victims of incarceration Or other divisions of the family structure Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations, babies being born with disfigurations, experimentations On their faces there bear world relations of mothers that carry the pain of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire It lightly begins to rain screams of terror are hidden by the passing trains This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness [U-God] Yeah, yo Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision Blow, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it Some love the speed, some satisfy a need Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed The stronger speed, someone die, someone bleed One flew astray, and then caught my little seed Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes Take in my energy, breath and know the rest Cause the good die young and the hard die best You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way [RZA] Y'all bitches love dances, and pulling down your pants while your man's on tour, your spending up his advances Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in stench You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays Inside my lab, I'm going mad Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe [Method Man] As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home Mama say, take your time young man and build your own Don't wind up like your old dad Still searching for them glory days he never had So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings The cash rule everything now, we going down These babies looking up to us, it's up to us The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate No longer, brothers, we unstable Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
(come on in)
[Ol Dirty] *singing* Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn (come on in) Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH (come on, come on, come on in) Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz! (come on in, come on, come on, come on in) Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it! Verse One: The Genius/GZA Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical to analytical analogy, insurance policies why Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes Too many dope niggaz I see starvin Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin rap czar smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar Chorus Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff An MC too good to be touched, John John bring the phenomenon, I cold crush MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold as we move on, saga unfold Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger Caught up in a cliffhanger Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here Don't ever roam, in the naked city Eight Fingers stories none pretty Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink is a toast to your memory When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me Chorus |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Yeah, yo
Give me the cue Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings Verse two: Method Man There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men But not these, we profound hardcore sound To MC's thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical Verse Three: RZA You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions Wack MC's only lasted one season The morale was low at the corral Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain't permissable Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible illegible, every egg ain't edible My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin We came to punish the glutton with a substance That can't be contained, Wu-Tang Motherfuckers We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club Y'all all in the back Scared to speak the speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is [Raekwon conversating with some people] All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right It's like come on man This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmmmhmmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holyfield Holyfield Yeah, word up Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight He ain't fighting McDermit He ain't fightin? Nope Whattup? You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did? Told them he cut his eye, in sparring Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless Outro: RZA You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean? It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible) Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W You gonna get down with that W That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way We got the medicine for yo' sickness Out here, ya knowhatImean? I was telling Shorty like -- Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD And you'll get all the education you need this year YouknowhatImean? (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit) Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean? (Oh hell no, none of this shit) C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit) Nah (man, no) I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even comin out until Two Thousand YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet You hear, we gonna bring a comet (Check for that shit in the millenium) YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man Born Gods is here (Born God) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[U-God]
Hard days of work You had a hard day at work baby I want you to sit down, relax While I soak you in my mentals Backrub style, watch this, yo, yo Massage, peppermint oil, shampoo and pears Cinnamin, aloe, natural for you hair So lather the soap, coconut conditioning Honey lather, blood flowing, love glistening Motion lotion, breeze, over the ocean Lovers, bath crystals, lovers bun scrubbers Hot milk bath, steam shower rubbing These will splash long loving in your oven Make it off, break it off, till it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out Brain message, think about pink Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play Back rub, count on, take me away Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish Come with me through all the damn madness Night breeze at sea, sipping tea You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees Jet skis breeze Scraping water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers Vapor action, tropical sunshower Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour Sand suntan, snuggled up snug Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace Complete silence, what surround us Whats the finest, wrapped in cold sheets Vanilla apple heat, loop played jazz music, coffee pillow sleeps Breakfast in bed, early morning sun treats Sunset level, suprise sunrises, hell Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell Violin, good medicine, sound swell Sunshine like, the right, without the hell Taste sugar, wise storm steam stick Slowdance drink, like nights over Egypt Having, stabbing, calm chilling now we rolling Company, ice cream licking now we holding Gentle force, warm tingle of the golden Open loose, ice cubes, kiss your belly Alcohol, palm trees, peanut butter jelly Almond twirl, fantastic melodies Soon, taste these spoons Wiping me with toon, fly wine, prize storm Now it's high noon, rasberry spices Cherry breath, drink from the mountain, sip the very best Sounds of the shore, every winter is a war Paradise life, recipe now pour Musicness, model, gentle mental Wash away your sorrow, fantasy Allah Put the message in the bottle Carry you through, the threshold, do my duty Happy ending, go to rest Sleeping Beauty Yo, this is that body shop shit Love love slam Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath Have your snack on that ass that Know what I mean? Massaging these melodies Put that gangsta shit on the shelf Blow winds, blow, through your hair Sea breeze sticks and shit Right right [Method Man] When your around boo Come and chop this mother fucking beat you stank ass trick |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
(Raekwon)
Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz To Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat At the Purple Haze spot (Method Man) I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh When we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency Of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery Out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) (*Together*) What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money (Ghostface) Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin God you see how he was laid out, in the grass With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin like he rappin out... |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Masta Killa]
As we return, to the 36 Chambers The RZA, the GZA The Ol Dirty BZA U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure Don't forget about the Masta, yo Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt Your stamina level is low, like currents from the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded by this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition Penetrates then infiltrates Breakin down your resistance Leavin competition defenseless, Masta Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer [U-God] Psssh, yo Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke Face the inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets address me stone bringer Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet action packed rap Bite it, stomp on a beat Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses [RZA] Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar At the speed of wind makes you bleed within Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal [Method] Home on the range, rebel with a pen writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in [RZA] The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya I ain't gotta life one fuckin finga Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer We duckin the subpeona Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina [INS] Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes [duo] through your fuckin speaker [U-God] Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters [GZA] Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua [Method] Things'll never be the same, after this one Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one Recognize the Gods came, for one accord For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son Play them crows out position You might hear me but you don't listen Competition come and get some on Red marker still bleedin, through the paper of his sick premeditated, murder caper [Street Life] I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us [Ghostface] Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind It's like, stalkin through your airport *BZZZZZZT* with a chunky nine [Street Life] The undervolt Staten New York Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time) It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
All y'all bitches put your naps together And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch (Ol Dirty starts singing) Hoeeeee! Yah ha heh De, hayyyy! Ah ha he hay De, haaaaa! Errr hah hahhhr Haaaaaaaah He hawww, heahh She flew in like calm breeze Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees I went coconuts Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch! Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup Don't invite me I tear the fuck down White ones cut my toupee! Seventh day rester, or scream play I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass Bullet him, get him fast Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash The dog piss on MC's like trees Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese (Ol Dirty sings again) Hoeeeeee! Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggaz De, haaaaa And you bitch ass niggarettes Bitch! Hoeeeeee! Motherfuckers! [RZA] Let that bitch go! Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight Hoeeeeee! [Method] Stankin ass hoes! You're the type of bitch don't appreciate sheeeit Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down *SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones in the backyard, of someone else's house Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass That means hoe, you been shit-ted on! I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn (crazy drunken ass ODB singin again) Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa Hoe, ohhaowwohh! Hoeeeee, de heyyyy (This is dedicated to all y'all bitches) De, haaaahhhh Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa Ahahaahaaah Fuck y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon the Chef]
Scrape y'all motherfuckers This is my word, when you see us When you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear me Only ones that who we got respect for Is them niggaz that we say peace to Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again What up, he made a move, try to assist it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle Now my proposal, it's the global From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November Shorty called me Santa in December But guess what, my Wally's got messed up Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land O' Lake that My dolo rapper get you sent back Represent the gentlemens who bent that Flash medallions like Italians La costra nostra, we moving through your hood like a poster Flex this, Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement So keep the bust the gun Boo Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents Add on, the billboard sloan Check it now, you get the gold dick award It's like jail and it's the sixth floor Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see Half of y'all niggaz built your rhyme from my sess tree Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo Stay militant kid, push it like bolo You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it Face one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one Please, y'all niggaz money getting low But did you come back, set up shop, and get the phat dough Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga [RZA] You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings No more said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nothing changed nigga Still shame on a nigga, who tried to run game Get virgin and perversions, fucking bitches with Persian Bugs watching niggaz like the turgeon, it's the surgeon slugs still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds We fall like all the leaves, who lack tranquility In your rap utility to fuck with the abilities Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary Microphone post tone like a rotary phone Age of poems and poetry, old sloans Explosive head bullets, black hooded Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips And know how to put it in you Surrender your goods and your merchandise For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist For your ice and curtains and vice Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety And lead them to defy me, diary... I need 18 points for my next joint This high and mointed king, to make a deal I be the one to appoint, Steve Ripken must have been sniffing To catch something so dope, it left minor c-lits pussy dripping I fuck hundreds of bitches, and split millions of dollars And built with thousands of scholars My life saga from the hildred of horor Legal kid brown in Nicaragua Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips Stand to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressment But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest in Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections [Method Man] This rhyme has no limitations, this time there's no hesitation Collecting minds at the door, you want it niggaz it's yours The flavors raw, what the fuck you think I'm flowing for It's rhyme and reason, bite the bullet Niggaz is foul in this duck season We add odds till we even motherfucker Bad asses, high times, lower classes Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses Bring it to him, room service, under pressure And mad nervous, waving guns at the clergy Ticallion, we ain't worried Keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty Picture this, watch the birdy This bastards is rolling dirty With sharp pins that be stabbing you Pins and needles, needles and pins Nuff said, dick in your mouth Like pimp was bled, as I race track with thoroughbreds Ducking the feds [Ghostface] Yo, my ice slow fly up on the keyboard son Niggaz ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like weight Feed a fool, let the fake evaporate Reconstruction, that's the whole science of mine Production, ya'll niggas guess who stuck son Left his meth son, switch, finger itch Staring at you like a bitch, maybe y'all niggaz snitch Youse a loner, Adidas shell top with lye sipping Corona, read the rev report then bone her Buy you some jewels, here's some food Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo We in the mushrooms, chased the high neck in the custom Baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs Chill, y'all niggaz know what time it is James Bond Beamers behind me, on Bacardi Lime and check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan He cought a slug for lying Yeah you was lying, where's the cash, crying Militia, rolling in position Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian Lex the tally back whistling, fake fucks |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Yo, one two one two Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
It's the Wu, creepin in the shadows Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang) "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Sir I, Excalibur "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang) 2X "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Verse One: Inspectah Deck/Rebel INS Yo, aiyyo my rap style swing like Willie Mays My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture Limited edition composition spark friction non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence Wu original, true colors step from the melanin The most high, most try, to get close by and overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter Flies sense to flock when they spot this live nigga The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack Words attack like a british bulldog, observe the stacks Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (repeat both lines 4X) Verse Two: Masta Killa Now all pay tribute to this entity A spark that surges through the undergrowth overwhelmin the populace from the entry The Wu-Tang Dynasty, has emerged from this elite fleet I was appointed to strike the vital nerve Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe Seeds of MC's at these fake ass industry niggaz feed off, the chrome mic tend to squeeze off and spray, an array of shots that travel downwind, just respect pyrhiffic pen as I send, the minds of the weak To rise and take power I blew tower-ing over the land as we stand, expanding our CREAM A dollar to every grain of sand Let the mind use the physical as planned "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Verse Three: Cappadonna Yo, yo, this is Beirut Try to comprehend check out my new suit Gods blend aim take fire pure destruction Dissapear from here, my year, drop the stupid LP's everywhere Fallin out the sky tall sniper Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside Poetry whirlpool, RZA and True collide We produce article exception to the rule We the black men that struck oil, the hardboiled Cats that made that Watergate thing go spoiled The heavy-handed, locked down stranged with Cyrus Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven Slang reverand, put the best work in Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (repeat both 4X) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Heaterz
Raekwon Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt) Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt) That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time Check the science of the black man Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer Rocky road roll dark greener Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry It's time yo swerve like the Nike line Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch Inspectah Deck Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs Parasites, double edge dice your larynx My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended Designated hitter flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be self lord and master Ol Dirty Bastard I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide Shaolin hillside, full of homicides FUCK you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise U-God Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut A can of ass whoopin flurry shake, break you fucks Struck, love crooks, why for lyin hooks Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book This deathbent doctrine, paper for the youth what remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
["The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang" "Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard* Verse One: Street Life So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent uncivilized content No tolerance so a lifetime is spent behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched *sounds of fighting* Verse Two: Ghostface Killah So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards and a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out on the regular for robbin a good nigga house Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa *sounds of fighting* Verse Three: Inspectah Deck Ha ha ha ha, yo What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous Hit you close range with this madness Unique design shine like a deep dish The beat kick technique split all your weak shit Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal Living legend, veteran known to set trend Lethal weapon, step through your section with the Force like Luke Skywalker Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture Live performer, bit the mic sayanora Borderline to insane, I rain firewater Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke Verse Four: Method Man We on the run with the golden guns, get you none when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns Now I'm guilty by association Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice commence when I throw these darts at these rappers Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your matress Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction blend like a million All these niggaz want cheese, is we mice or men, word up We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction Once again, back on the block crumb snatchin Blowin backs in cold Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas *swords clash* Verse Five: RZA Drown in problems the Heineken's imported from Holland Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen, stone columns get trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps Pen'll grab the death of a thousand dumb tacks The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll Soul edged blade controls your inner pole The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling ("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops Shots get popped on the block cause them blood to gush From digital to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue The entourage squad we stompin through Zanzibar like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow Connect the Book of Shaolin like the brothers I know Now Rule Verse Six: Raekwon the Chef Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleama Lex graffiti name reamer, hold em we rollin askin me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo Pussy that shit she passin off to me though We wax Ajax niggaz with a axe, Maxamill You could crash a meal, got you back steel scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills sit back eyein y'all niggaz out Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out Verb burgular, design the Wally shoe store reserve a jet status, guidin these vert up on my matress Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one chain Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like step on his Klondike, get your dart right We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats ("Sometimes...") *sounds of fighting* "May you rot in hell!" "Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!" |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Impossible
Verse One: RZA Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp Electric microbes, all body clothes Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration Testin poison in prison population My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satan Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men like Bartholemew, cause every particle is physical article was diabolical to the last visible molecule A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron Verse Two: U-God United Nations, gun fire style patient Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest We want sanitary food, planetary conquest Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit Dreams is free in escape of sleep For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate the whole Babylon, times up, move on Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes opposed through the gate, case closed Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones were holding guns, we take flight with no fright and attack, never fear cause our words is clear What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care Cause the last days and times are surely here Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones Divine minds bind, we unified as one Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt Chorus: Tekitha For you to defeat, the Gods Impossible, you can never... defeat The Gods, impossible For you to defeat, the Gods Verse Three: Ghostface Killah Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba She'll be three in January, your young God needs you The ambulance is taking too long Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks He pointed to the charm on his neck With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[RZA]
Yo, yo one two one two, yo live in effect We got the king Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah Commonly known to y'all as the RZA Yo before we go into side two or side B of this double CD Knahmsayin I want to give y'all a little announcement man For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out the shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin? A lot of niggaz trying to take hip-hop and make that shit R&B, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin? Or make that shit funk Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang gonna bring it to you in the purest form I got the GZA on my side, Killah Priest Sunz of Man, Royal Fam, Killarmy, Gravediggaz, 12 O'Clock Yo, we want to let y'all niggaz know somethin man To my people all across the world; Japan, Europe -- knowhatI'msayin? Canada, knowmean -- Austria, Germany, Sweden Yo, this is true hip-hop you listenin to right here In the pure form, this ain't no R&B with a wack nigga takin the loop Be loopin that shit thinkin it's gonna be the sound of the culture YaknowhatI'msayin? (That player bullshit) YaknowhatI'msayin? All that player dressin up on this shit, actin like this some kind of fashion show man YaknowhatI'msayin? This is hip-hop right here YaknowhatI'msayin? This is lyrics, MCin And yo, to y'all niggaz who think you going to become an MC overnight YaknowhatI'msayin? Better snap out that fuckin dream Man it takes years for this you Cat in the Hat ass rappers You Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose, simple minded (Stop runnin up on niggaz with all that wack shit) Word up man (I'm talking about you MC's) You ain't no MC; niggaz ain't made for this yaknowhatI'msayin? This shit was Only Built 4 Cuban Linx -- we told y'all niggaz back then And then everybody wanted to change their motherfuckin name YaknowhatI'msayin? We come out with a style Now everybody wanna imitate our style and all you producers out there YaknowhatI'msayin? It's all good to show love to a nigga But stop bitin my shit, yaknowhatI'msayin? Come from your own heart with this shit And all y'all MC's, stop biting from my niggaz We told ya'll niggaz on the fucking Cuban Linx album Don't bite our shit, y'all niggaz keep biting Yo, I'm going to tell y'all something man It's time for the Wu revolution right here To all my niggaz across the world Raise your motherfucking fist in the air And get ready for the Triumph Cause the Gods is here to take over this shit Word up, peace |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
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 Chorus: [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] The world in the palm of your hand [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] Twenty-three million of useful land [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] The seed and the black wo-man [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan [All] It's Yourz! (2X) Verse Two: U-God 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 [All] It's Yourz Verse Three: RZA 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 Yahoo McDaniels You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog Verse Four: Inspectah Deck 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 C4 Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface Killah 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" in 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 Chorus: latter 1/2 |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
[Rakeem] Word up, niggaz is stupid [Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops [Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son [Rakeem] Huh? Fuck them cops [Ghost] Word [Raekwon] Scrape them niggaz [Raekwon] Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table [Ghost] Like this [Raekwon] That shit looks pretty [Rakeem] Yo [Ghost] I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind [Raekwon] Pass the weed off man *inhale* [Ghost] think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn [Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck *cop's walkie talkie is heard* [Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang [Rakeem] other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga *cop's walkie talkie still babbling* [Method] Aiyyo you got a light? [THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please? [Method] Oh shit [Raekwon] For what? For what? [Method] Jiggy [THE PIG] Could you please put that out? [Raekwon] For what? I ain't puttin.. [THE PIG] Put the shit out now! [Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!! [THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL! *everything gets chaotic* [THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!! [Rakeem] The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch! [Raekwon] Slap fire out! [THE PIG] Oh no no no no no no no [Raekwon] Get your shit right [THE PIG] Get what? [Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word *music fades in* "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility" [Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich [Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year You be runnin with them outsiders That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me "You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me Yo that shit you had in Vegas Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on Octavia with all the ice on, yo She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her Shit is fucked up when they got us yo She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown "..face responsiblity" She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street" Verse Two: CappaDonna Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong Talk what you talk but twist the real song When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver This is not a act this is more actual fact Nuttin but experience placed upon track with the true sound, not lyin out the crown When we not workin we hardly be around Yeah see the light, right now we could fight You not a real brother you just a fake type that get on the mic then, throw your cliche Half the East coast soundin just like Rae If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow If you not a part of this kid act like you know Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you If you want some then stop frontin is the issue It's my turn, live niggaz could pass Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last Straight off the edge, into the rubbish Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up..." "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" *35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples* One is invulnerable, in fact it involves strenuous breath control Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points Thirty-six of these can be fatal The remainder, paralyzing |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
This is dedicated to all you bitches
Knew this bitch named Traj, she had a hella fine ass Candy-ass, blew my hole in the past Niggarette gave me gonorrhea Pussy dick to the tippy toe like ballerina Boy you shoulda seen her She had a babyface creamer Purinas Called up talkin Tina I put my dick in a broom She blew my head like a balloon I had her walkin on the moon Verse Two: Cappadonna Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin your time Oh you shine, I'm lookin at your ass from behind You walked by smellin like watermelon You might make me a felon, my eyeballs swellin My nuts start yellin, excuse my prick Wanna have a talk with you, I'm sick My medicine is can I walk with you, fantasy After that we can cheat, laid on the bed Handcuffed with hard meat, long stroke smackin Smack it then broke, nothin can't stop my continous poke, compound Porno flick music, Daddy came with it when I wrote it Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard Dirt Dog be bouncin on bitches like fog I pollute the air up like smog, bitch I'm up my jacuzzi, peepin this smoothie My bitch is a floozy, Dirt Dog ain't choosy Pussy move me, pretty black dick up in the booty I like it muddy or swampy By now you find your ass up shitty creeky Don't got no fuckin room me and my momma and my TV Blackberry squeeze Bitch who a tease, titties small, I got used to the squeaks Fuck that shit, I'm through with this bitch Old hen please can't get a bank of these welfare cheese, now to blow fifty G's overseas, I'm doin the breeze, in my 850 Verse Four: RZA Suicidal, she been in more hotels than bibles Idle worshippin bitch wasn't the type to make bridle Sprung, on how the bitch maneuvered her tongue From the top of his dick, to the bottom of his ass split I told the God to jet quick this wicked bitch was a harlot but had him trapped up inside the Charlotte Web She wasn't choosy fucked for movie and a loose leaf cigarette, pussy stay wet and juicy like lemons Big ass in tight denim Had the most faithful niggaz sinnin against their women and enjoyed, to watch relationships get destroyed This unemployed welfare bitch was non-void and shameless, her attitude was blameless Even though she had a hundred dicks on her namelist Her obsession, caused niggaz to get, the ass cheek injection The bitched lied, said she had urinary tract infection I tried to warn em, and bomb em, but she conned em Wanted niggaz to fuck her raw dog without no condom *woman moans* oooooh, ahahhh, ohh [Wu-Tang movie samples] You people are all trying to acheive the impossible That's exactly what we've done But you'll fail, and you'll all die If we die, the next generation will fight them too And the one after them, for as long as they must And eventually we shall succeed |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Aiyyo 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 2X) Verse Three: The Genius/GZA 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 fired, whistles off and explodes, breaking glass* |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon the Chef]
The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it? [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)
It's Wu, ah goin on Verse One: The Genius/GZA Reunited, double LP, we're all excited Struck a match 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, deter-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 internal, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt? Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church I come like a thousand doves Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash *sound of a plane crashing and explosion* [Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X) Yeah... and RZA Verse Three: RZA Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma Stinkbox, order from pink dot MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe How can I put it? Life is like video footage Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage attack when you least notice through explosive postage I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig I got the golden egg plus the goose Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung Is it appetite for destruction Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin Iron Lung/Twisted Metal I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow It's only right you pay homage to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine Drunk off of cheap wine Each line be on point when I speak mine On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, and to the Wu Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through Outro: Roxanne It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X) *violins play on for a while* It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X) Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng Wu-Tannnnnnnng [Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii [Roxanne] And RZA... |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
God damn man these radio station be buggin
Man it's three o'clock in the mornin, damn This hip-hop shit just keep Damn we got to slow this shit down man, yaknowhatImean? [Tekitha] Fiends were never waiting in the hill They ran one step ahead But the jiggy was always there Upon the project pavement There was death, enslavement of the mind Single mothers are filled with stress As I lay there with my baby We would look, from the window, and cry Then suddenly in the sky Between the new world ages We were blessed, and Wu-Tang fills the ear With the melody of a triumph (Lord is suddenly here!) False MC's are melting In the dark, all the weak LP's are going dowwwwwwwwwwwwwn God released the tape out, early May And, I don't think the world can take it Cause it took so long to make it And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmmmme Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Upon the project pavement There was death, enslavement of the mind Single mothers are filled with stress Between the new world ages We were blessed, and Wu-Tang fills the air With the knowledge that God posess As I lay there with my baby We would look, from the window, and cry Then the Wu-Tang sign appears, in the sky Billboards started melting In the dark, all the weak MC's are going dowwwwwwwwwwwn God released the tape of, Earthly pain And, I don't think the world can take it Cause it took so long to make it And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmme And I don't think the world can take it Cause it took so long to make it And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmmmmmmmme Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Severe Punishment
Yo, yeah, yo, yo Yo, yeah Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish Party robust, rec room style for you brothers Time's ticking, eruptments conduct Entering one funk before the drum dry up Dial, style, jab vocab slow Alphabet run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers people of colors we get down Watch this fly, force feed things being said Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his mic half a dangle, seriouser man My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner Night champion, old villain style seem a kiss of spider, to God saga why bother Godfather talk drama, fly swatters Number two, Chao San Poi This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome Pro tools editing tracks that's rough Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough So we attack this, and grab all within reach Throw a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speech Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line Real thin and shift through the pipeline LP's delivered with style and potential Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential order, revealin hidden tape recorders Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open with the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur Slang soufleer home decorater, player Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me Yo MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove Gettin down for the funk of it Like Fred Sanford in the biz... Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's Then spread across the globe like telephone wires Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported chambers been recorded, you're fuckin with the loops Time for royalty audit Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian Then grew to a physical body with five meridians As the pendulum swings closer to the millenium two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle and politic with Leo and Russell When niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain ignite, blowin the mic to Arabian heights As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the deadly ground I hold down Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling Panic and confusion echoes through the building Continuing to build, I strive for perfection Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams look for means of survival and who's liable for this harrowing experience You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery *Number two, Chao San Poi Number two, Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[RZA]
Yo... this song is... Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower Cause we approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones Cause this globe is about to explode with hatred They killin for pennies, knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision of the prism of light but still blind because you lack the inner, every sinner will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external Along with your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly And permanently upon this journey Through the journal of the book of life Those who took a life without justice will become just ice ice ice It's been taught that your worst enemy can harm you as much as your own wicked thoughts What devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of sandal with rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismans Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensions I'm convinced, Allah is God always has been always will be You could travel every square inch of the planet Earth and still be ninety-three million miles away from the sun Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the knowledge Know the ledge to where your heart is or fall off into the internal hell that's uncharted Light travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second through time and space, until it reach a target And once we're freed of darkness, and show em where the path Yo as the Red Sea was parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal Walk through many portals, and those who go astray will pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshit ain't worth the eternity inside a sulfur lake With dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate Instead, I chose to become a newlywed to the true bread of life and fed God Degree of light to my head It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake And take care of my brother, and uncover reveal the skin so we can see each other, cause every color that makes the light appear duller, who's the colored man? Who's the original, who's the biochemical Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath While niggaz minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms beneath the sea of reality, they can't inhale deep, devils have em Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum And shatter bone fragments Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet Thrown into a six by eight steel cabinet Flippin weights readin ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it Those who haven't learnt get returned You freaky ass niggaz get burned Some walk around like they ain't concerned with the hell goin on inside the world Why do grown men molest little girls? Is it because the girl's breast has swelled to the size of a woman, although she's twelve The whole world is sick, sick, sick Trapped up in six, six, six I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from paragon goin in circles, like a ferris wheel Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life Use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night To far heights so dark that even wit a bright light you couldn't see a spark of light While others play ball, I recall, me and GZA, Dirty hangin in halls, bangin on walls Kickin rhymes three hours straight with no pause Boostin from Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgue Kept razorblade between the jaws, breakin all laws Started out writin fables to makin beats on lunchroom tables to wearin long cables that hung down to the navel So pack some crack and fat sacks of skunk to funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie blunts Dust cocktails and primos, shot more dice than casinos Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC's All and together now crew B.C.C. REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D. Ol Dirty stalked East New York GZA maintained Franklin Lane I was going to Thomas the Jeff, where students got slain Old Earth got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis Took share time in Marquis, U-God general contractin service While Meth Chef and Deck was off the Nu-dol For white boys who took steroids Buildin up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoids Back when our girlfriends was virgins Cuttin class with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Mary Birchem A Maybeldine beacon night school Washington Irving These young Gods was seekin Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara Parton and Medina Girls who sung like Sarafina On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen her As if I dreamed her I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes So it's always hope See subway train run through the city like blood through the veins To the heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the brain So take heed to these words And feel the power of the Sunshower Approachin the final hour Power equality, Allah sees everything Let's come together under the wings And take flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, Ryzarecta In your sector |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[unknown conversation which carries over from the last track]
That's black? Whattup God? Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word? *blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! Yo! Hold the fuck up Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough) Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty) Yo, bring backup (ci-ty) Fuckin with me, and mine Murderous [Inspectah Deck] Check it, yo The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone Label them my anus and the casualty's home It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade ride the wave like Frankie Avalon As I decipher AIDS crime pays The law's long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs before I bomb firearm The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster Composer was shook I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke Deep throat this murder I wrote The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure By every measure lethally inject your whole sector Wanted dead or alive Rebel I escapes across the desert sand leavin no footprints to trace Keep a war face, in your place Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks I still shine in shady times Yeah, yo We livin just enough (livin just enough) Just enough (in the ci-ty) Just enough, for the ci-ty Yo, in the jungle I make moves like Iron Monkey Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs Know the science be my Goddess The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence And break the project silence, a vision This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison Before we're all goners, now embrace the world for the world war is ocean bomber Visionary soldier comma My code of honor, mind still start from the drama Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror Military chopper come gun down the slum The outcome do or die Son it's bound to come Mentally aware I see truth within the square The future's here catch me on computer software Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through Like Nat Turner create a spectacle I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin forty devils We livin just enough Just enough Just enough For the ci-ty Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah I see everything I see everything YouknowhatI'msayin? It's like when we come through You better have your fuckin third eye open You know, cause thats what time it is YouknowhatI'msayin? Cause it's like, when you walk You striving for perfection That's what we doing Understand? So all that little fake shit out there We know the science on that We done seen that shit from, from From difference of angles YouknowhatImean? It's like, yo kid, for real Wu-Tang, we set off a lot of shit in this shit kid YouknowhatImean? But you know, you know us We play it calm, humble YouknowhatImean? But I just be checking out niggaz darts and I be like Damn, them niggaz, them niggaz is Really, really, really, really, really They gonna stay shit! Uh ha, uh ha ha YouknowhatImean? But it's all good cause I'm the soul controller YouknowhatImean? Rather I say we the soul controllers The bottom line, like I said Deal with freedom, justice, equality You know? Keep shining, add on Food, clothing, and shelter All my niggaz, go pick up uniforms Go, when you buy this album Go pick up uniforms, for real YouknowhatImean? Cause don't think we doing this just for anybody We doing this shit for certain niggaz kid Certain people rather, certain Certain fans, certain supporters Certain delegators, word What the fuck man, I'm tired of seeing these Fake ass niggaz fucking, running with the fucking globe Ain't even, ain't even really seeing it the Way it, it should really be seen YouknowhatImean? It's like, if you going to spread mathematics Spread it right YouknowhatImean? |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[both] Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up
[Ghost] Sike! Six niggaz walked in flashing they gems peace [Rae] Aight! One dark skinned nigga fifty-six inch rope wrapped around twice [Ghost] Smash the Gilligan boat with ice [Rae] They threw sign language [Ghost] Ordered hot coffee [both] wit a danish [Ghost] Relax -- whispered, "They rap entertainers" [Rae] Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good kid [Ghost] Laid back handlin hors d'ourves [Rae] It's like round three [Ghost] We too black for BET You memorize the 1 to 40 [Rae] I'm at the 19th degree If a civilized person doesn't perform, his duty What shall be done? [Ghost] Pardon me God, that nigga gotta gun Bulgin out his sweatpants, check out his stance See the side of his grill? [Rae] Look like my cousin Lance Left hand rock a Guess watch [Ghost] Yo I think I did his Clarks he wore the crush bone leather with the strings dark [Rae] Now I remember [Ghost] He from Bear Mountain He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one [Rae] Near the water fountain [Ghost] Seventh round, Chavez bleedin from his right ear Yo keep ya eye on that same nigga from right here [Rae] Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit no socks on Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the fat fur on [Ghost] Workin dem hoes with the fly Wu shirts on Mixed drink session Dunn [Rae] Pour me some more [Ghost] Chef leathered down blinking at Chante Moore [Rae] Tenth round Chavez tearin em down [Ghost] Sweet Pea get ya shit off [Rae] It's like blacks against the Germans [Ghost] Gettin hit off [Rae] Smooth and them walked in [Ghost] Brownsville representin [Rae] They sent a bottle over, autograph blessin [Ghost] Chef pull out the doodle twist the dank pink noodles [Rae] Yo I'm bout to roll one [Ghost] Matter fact twist two of those [Rae] Yo they wound up stoppin the fight Steels took a point away from Chavez [Ghost] Rematch scheduled on October Ninth Rematch scheduled on October Ninth |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon chattin with Shy]
Peace God Peace to the Gods How you God? Studyin one-twenty right now Mmmm Call me back at the God Hour [Raekwon the Chef] The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it? [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine (Inspectah Deck) I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millenium Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shckling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumblein patrolmen tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, Performin live on you hottest block (Method Man) As the world turn, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life standing firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack In a Streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My people if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's comng from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums (Cappadonna) I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contail cyanide Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods (Ol Dirty Bastard) The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (U-God) Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow For, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound The fake false step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king (RZA) Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare Escape from your dragon's lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream or terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation (GZA) War of the masses, the outcome, disaterous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for their acts Another heart is torn, as close ones gone Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song (Masta Killa) The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none (Ghostface Killah) Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a navy green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold tha fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch it's me, Black Noble Drew Ali came in threes we like the Genovese Is that so? Caesar needs the greens It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz (Raekwon) Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York gank adviser world tranquilizer Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While, my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substatiala Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's sickening Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland. |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Method Man]
Apocalypse Now Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone wit all that wack shit, now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes [Raekwon the Chef] Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda The style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin like *long inhale* [Masta Killa] As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin the courses of time, devils no longer exist as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin Comin with that lip professin, you must take Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin Mathematics as a tool? Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin Seekin, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm? [Inspectah Deck] Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state [Ghostface Killah] Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in *gun blast* |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
These things just took over me
Just took over my whole body So I can't even see no more I'm calling my black woman a bitch I'm calling my peoples all kinds of thing that they not I'm lost brother, can you help me Can you help me brother, please You see what we did, we lost the love I'm talking 'bout the love The love of your own But brother, but brother, but brother, check this out I still don't understand man, I'm all high off this shit man Well, what I'm trying to say my brother Why, why do we kill each other Look at our children, what kind of a future This is the training thats gonna be given to you By the Wu, brothers and sisters The revolution, the revolution It's time to rise, and take our place Will be televised, televised So we can inherit the universe The planet earth belongs to God This is ninety, ninety, ninety-seven Every square inch of it That he chose for himself Is the best part Yeah, the revolution should be, televised) By every strong woman To the highest power You'll find a strong man And by every strong man You'll find a strong woman Wont you agree The universe is not completed Without the sun, moon, and stars Wont you be for real Thats man, woman, and child To the highest power To all you fake ass niggas who Think you gonna survive out here Without your black woman, you're wrong They have attraction powers on the planet I wanna be free We are original man, the Asiatic black man The maker, the arthur, the cream of the planet earth Wanna be free, yeah Father of civilization and daughter of the universe Want to be free, oh yeah The population was seventeen men With the two man indians Making a total of nineteen men for all Being, for all men, all over the planet earth Magneta, magneta, magneta, Wu revolution king yeah Arise you gods, cause the time for the revolutional war Thats the mental war Malcolm X, Malcolm X, Malcolm X Thats the battle between god and devil Gonna be free Take the devil off your plane Take him off your mental mentality Take him off your brain Make a change, from my mind Leave all the ciggarettes and guns The alcohol and everything Thats the mental devil that exists within your body Take this pain Thats destroying and decaying your mind Take these chains, off my mind The mind controls the body Everything within must come out Want to be free Don't look towards the sky Cause there's no heaven above Don't look down beneath your feet There's no hell below Want to be free But heaven and hell exist within Heaven is what you make it and Hell is what you're going through There is only one, god There is a whole new one, faith There is a holy one World, revolution yeah At one time it was told to me Yeah That man came from monkeys, ha ha ha That we was swinging from trees I hardly can believe that unless I'm dumb deaf and blind Save the children You ever heard about the ape man Gonna be free And the ape woman Hey, want to be free You have a mankind That has a beginning to him And its ending is about to come Oooh, yeah If you take one step I will take one with you Through the stormy vein Swim the deepest sea, with you my brother I know, you got to be strong Gotta hold on Now the story is about to close It was a hundred percent of us Save the children That came on the slave ships Eighty five percent of our future They're our future Was uncivilized Poison animal eaters They're slaves of the mental powers Save the children They don't know who the true living god is And all the orchards in the world Save the children So they worship what they know not And let evil lead them in the wrong direction Far fewer men than right Now you got the ten percent Who are rich slave niggas of the poor Who teach the poor lies To make the people believe That the old mighty true living god Is a spook in the sky Save the children And you can't see him with the physical eyes They're also known as blood suckers of the poor Save the children And then you got the five percent Who are the poor rightous people who do not believe The teachers of the ten percent Save the children Who is all wise and know that the true And living god, and teach that the true And living god is supreme being black Man from within Otherwise known as civilized people Also Muslims, and Muslims sons Peace we out [Cut to Kung-Fu clip] I have given it much thought It seems, disaster must come At best, only postponed Shaolin Kung-Fu to survive Must now be taught to more young men We must expand, get more pupils So that the knowledge will spreads |
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Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head I feel assurin' durin', also glad Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it Yes it is me, a total fresh MC Yo, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your ass feel Other MC's, you are bound to fall Cuz your real world is not a world at all 1 - |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Big Dogs
) Def Squad, Wu Tang (check it, check it out) Method Man, (Redman in brackets)] (Yo yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs) (Call us gorillas in the myst) (Raunchy vocalist) Your code name (Doc) (Whats yo' name) Hot Nix Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks (Yo them same two drivin yo whip fuckin yo bitch) Hold me down son (Yo, I hold you down with the pound) You got a lot of buiscits (Ayo but where they at now?) Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now (Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow) Disease (We set to load) Cock and squeeze (Booya!) We too hard to hold off (One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov) When i dip dip dappa (dappa) The anti-socializa (liza) Everything be ice cream from _?_ (We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster) (Starting lineup, Iron Lung) The funk docta Johnny blaze the ghost rider (uh) Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) The night breed (vampire!) Duckin from the head rushin (uh) Wu Tang production Precussions bringin reprecussions I hold my mike sideways bustin (bustin) Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest Clutchin your chest suckin your last breath In awe, period meth Nigga, dyin from papercuts, Bleedin to death Down these mean streets johnny quest (uh) From ASCAP to NASDAQ Get that money sack (uh) These habitats aint no place to raise family at (family at) These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats So watch you back when you come to the slum There aint nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung Blazes on stunts I be dippin in the sun My plates bear no one My uzi weighs a ton (Word up) [ Redman] Pon Cocked The don juan doc Send crews back to the shoe shine box Connect the dots My description Black mel Yellow da mellow I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow With d-o Penal code We both to duck when he hear the bike Wit the squeaky clutch Swallow this hard act to follow You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle I'm tense, so smooth i cant be fingerprinted I stomp harder in slow motion Yo fuck your appluad Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store Before the soul train award Incorporate a law Whoever aint raw get they hand chopped By jamal with the wu sword (whoo-ee!) My crew specializin Snakin yo bitch Robbin you while you on the floor Shakin your shit I'm doin me now i'll do you (Yo who you?) Doc I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial I be da black el nino I mean yo I'm supreme like the team show With the pay to cream fo (To see you sit down?) Yo, na we get the fuck up (And leave the one you wit) Then take off of usher Thats right, six double oh with chrome pipes U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes (Throw it in drive) Fuck takin me and meth alive! (Yo, you look that-a-way) You look out the other side! |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Yo yo
Ex-gyrlfriend, how you been? I see you still tryin to f ck with other women men, remember when I first met you in my cousin's house, a week later we was f ckin on your mama's couch, now it's been said that big gyrl's don't cry, but they damn sure lie Look you in the eye, sayin you they only You and I, til the day we die, said you'd never leave me loney, fly tenderoni but you phony shoulda listened when my mama told me soon as I turn my back you try to f ck my homies that was then this is now I got a new friend, ever since I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me Add strife to my life, p ssy that'll make me think twice about leavin the wife even, picture that you ain't want me when you had me, now you on your 3rd baby daddy, and you hate to see a n gga happy So you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin at my girl nasty Tryin to throw the p ssy at me "Now look at this b tch over here tryin' to act like me" "Uh-huh, f ck that bitch, she ?? ?? leftover"I'm still in love with babe(8x) Yo yo it's always you and your crusty ss crew be actin' new Let me fin out that you f ckin with Boo and you gon' feel it Waitin for the day that you front, and catch a lump from a black butterfly, that don't pack a lullaby Sleep on her, she said you b tches tried to creep on her in the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her Pearl-handled 22 , my Boo She go ahead and walk her dogs, and represent Wu to the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one I'll bring the bullets, know what I'm sayin? Stop playin You and them dyke lookin b t |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
All the children come into the light...
Sample of "Bright Tomorrow" There will be... Rock a bye baby from the rooftop When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall Down will come emcees, fake shit and all! On top I be the show shot The bomb drop After shot blow your bumba claat to smithereens Time stop, flyin' guillotines Commin for your flock What you mean you spilled the beans, ay? Black out and thought I seen pop Lazer beam glock Whats a bird to a brother with a flock, wha? They got some nerve To even try and shit a turd On John J, flap a nigga gate With the wordplay Hot Nik shoot you with the gift Its your birthday God hatin' ugly in the worst way Fuck 'em like the Earth say From first day I survey the hassle Death knockin at your door In the Big Apple Meth rotton to the core Shackle, in the sound castle The doungeon, with vermin In the form of emcees determined To step foot on God soil Not knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled And heavy handed The aliens they just landed And you in the way Overthrow these niggas planet Independance Day Felons, get split melons Homicide buck niggas get the buck with pelets Insecticide Johnny 5 take it worldwide As long as I pledge aligence to the Dark Side I'll never die Who ya know with a flow like this? Bring em in What clan you know blow like this? Bring em in Take that nigga that nigga There will be... The sound of gun birth put the foul in this earth foul in this earth You can't fake plannin' from the Mack Control Theories? Mack Control Theories Murder in the first bring'em back down to Earth back down to Earth You niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst! prepare for the worst Times gon change, nuttin will remain the same Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name Tuck your chain I approach nigga Go Against the Grain now Hit the standin' brain? now Die Hard fan call me John John McClain now Snake vs the Crane Style Death to the enemy, Wu brother number one The centipede, trouble some Send 'em all to Kingdom Come Sun still shine one Time for your crooked mind Drunk off of cheap wine Son I'm in the street crime Every word, every line Got juice very fine Turn me loose on mankind Detionate the land mine Funk gets me goin' now Never sell, never sold Live by the code now Never tell, never told Darts I throw Like Clyde with the finger roll Clut shots an what not This is where the buck stops Still can't eat and y'all still cant sleep I eat up my ?self? as presidential emcee Wu-Tang killa bee The bee high facility In love with the blunt smoke Even though its killin me Bad vibes fillin me With thoughts of conspiricy White Water scandals with Bill Clinton Hilary Too hot to handle Well put together to dismantle Fucka, you heard me? Excuse me as I kiss the sky Catch me when I fall son I'm too young to die Me and Lefty, that be the Eye come test me If you don't know, you never know me Boost the birdie Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of self, that's mind body and spirit 120 degrees a piece We gon' break it down into simple terms That's nine nigga nine Highest level of change It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass waitin' for shit to just happen Shit just don't happen Gon' fuck around a miss a buck If you take away the negative, make room for the positve Thats addin' and subtractin' on the real Niggas betta learn they math Cause if my calculations serve me Correct I'ma fuck around and have all this shit I'm on yo ass nigga |
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[Featuring Street Life] [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now Its goin down One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby Shaolin what? Come on come on HA! Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send em to the children of the corn we the people See, niggaz through the eye of the demon My lethal injection, destroyin evil Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly Could this one be tasty Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten In the rotten apple I kick dirt on the sand castle Check the flavor all natural (Beat your feet) Hot Niks son (E-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal Smack you, mentally disturb you attack you Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Yo eyes work you can only see through the third Eyeball baby Im the norm on the bird To shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin at me get yo arrow god Victory is hard Regardless to whom or what They all get retard its a law Runnin through a house and your block party, we wreck-tion And Hot rock the body body, St. Bernards Couldnt save your enterrage plat lobotamy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind is it I keep your spine out the battery pack spark it with mine keep it movin Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) What the fuck? Peace - who this? [Streetlife] Mind detect mind A P.L.O. da startin line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Lets converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peeped your feet bitch straight beat you know wit the heat And you spazzed out spittin out teeth aint nothin please Big boys dont destroy blunt is so pop stare on 50 men convoy, spends to wear the big toy Rumble through the wasteland my hands on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronize minds combine thoughts that motivate Dont perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down [Method Man] Yo Keep ya eyes open Love potion number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scold it canivin Infiltrate is most of mine Play em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck gods thinkin of Comin in the club wit that screw face, actin up Is we men or mice, bad moon risin We wild for the night Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-a Thats what happened when frontin on this Shaol brotha Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment its real Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun Tear apart something you dont want it then dont start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life thats the life Everybody cant afford ice in the struggle Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle (Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief Motherfuck |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now It's goin down One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby Shaolin what? Come on, come on, HA! Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people See, niggaz through the eye of the demon My lethal injection, destroyin evil Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?" Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten In the rotten apple I kick dirt on your sand castle Check the flavor all natural (Beat your feet) Hot Niks son (Heat-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer) Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal that smack you Mentally disturb you, attack you Thirty-six chamb' once again comin at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Wise words you can only see through the third I fall way beyond the norm on the verb Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin at me get yo arrow god Victory is hard, regardless to whom or what They all movin targets Allah Runnin through your house and your block party, with rap shotty And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind is it I kick the spine out the battery backs fuckin with mine keep it movin Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) What the fuck? Peace - who this? Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the heat And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain't nuttin peace Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid 50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position Dangerous ground Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down Yo, keep your eyes open Love potion number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scopin, connivin, infiltrate is most of mine Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck Gods thinkin of Comin in the club wit that screwface, actin up Is we men or mice, bad moon risin We wild for the night Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-o That's what happened when frontin on the Shaol' borough Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment it's real Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun Tear apart son - you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle (Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) Dangerous ground Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief Motherfucker |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
[Featuring Star Polite]
[Method Man] (There...there?) One more game Yo uh huh uh huh Staar Surround sounder blunt smokin remy downer Hip hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder You get skidawed undertakin' undergrounders This lyricist lounge with low that be lounger Aliens is out of townish fuck applause niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty fours Is it all fair in love with war Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature Low and these niggas love to hate ya Request the henney straight no chaser Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya Now gimme yours [Star] Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars (Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon (Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells My squad camoflauge your wealth Like the bible with parabels With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data That'll tickle you now, but sway you later [Method Man] On this one call me Lee Major Million dollar man, bionic or professor chronic Still not a player, I just fuck a lot the panty raider Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager Stankin' ass [Polite] Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple Chorus [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on Best to come with your best gun Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on [Star] Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets This raw rebel got more metal than pop And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores settled A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap Clowns are found flat, face down around the map Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine [Method Man] I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump Body in the trunk, stay in line punk, (Fucking with your mind?) [Polite] Yo You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you Never go against my team, they might embarrass you Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro Two choices, bass off or either die slow We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler [Method Man] Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin' Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin' Suckin' away from bustin' y'all brothers laugh now and cry later I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok Plus we got a problem with the Benz (What's the problem with the Benz) She want the six-hundred, but she ain't got the ends Chorus [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Dropped outta school early so
I could get me some paper That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game You dig? So you won't have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig? Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it Cuz the game could be detrimental to ya boy. I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface I spit blood for blood Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land One man'll body slam Def Jam Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin I know you're listenin so I keep showin and provin Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme fck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of New York I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up Wise up before you get sized up tied up Play no game, speakin on my name you catch a clip full from close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change Punch the data in ya mainframe You want it all, I want the same thing Strive to maintain, live out my name Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin changed Leave the same way I came, Bringin motherf ckin Pain Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect Best connect, blow your headset, f ck a mic check Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes y'all n ggaz goin down Eat sh t and die slow, battle ground no survival You goin down, y'all nggaz fck around shttin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent Beef from the butcher, sink your teeth in fck what you believe in, you real-fake Fishin in the same lake, eatin off the same cake you blow face Who go that ready cook, synthetic look, actin crook Betty sworm, tryin to shake the as the world turn ngga burn, once again the Super Sperm, rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time took to write this The war will be fought by the righteous Who stand criticized by his un A Alikeness Knowledge is the truth and it's priceless Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast In the savage land haulin ass, Days of Thunder It's Road Rage, your days are numbered What RZA put together let no man tear asunder motherf cker! This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow but you don't hear me though Live in stereo, pumpin loud until your speaker blow Ghetty-o slang pro, sling rap for cash flow Keep it live from the until the outro Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect Best connect, blow your headset, fck a mic check Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes y'all nggaz goin down I'm on a suicide run, y'all nggaz know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum Forty-five bar seminar, ghetto rap star Slide like water rats through the Staten Reservoir Swingin swords cut your mic cord, snatch ya rap awards Commercial cats f ckin up the game, that's why I crash boards Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours Hardcore, something that my street n ggaz is dyin for Snatch your neck and the dope fiend, Golgo 13 Professionals wit no things, say no more Check my Dogs at the Reservoir Gourmet special of the day is n gga Souflee, pusher gotta pay And the games people play, John J. back around the way Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up a notch Hit the replay, for dirt bomb n ggaz in the P.J. to Klingon, bring on, the Good Times for Keyon Hood rhymes that's be-yond ya thinkin For eons, I've been hear to shine on the black minds Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy ngga Rag time, bad sign, flatline It's easy to get into the game, but once you get on top Can you stay there? |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
First.. there was the collapse of civilization
Anarchy, genocide, starvation Then.. when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up We got The Plague The Living Death Closing his icy grip around the whole planet Then the rumors started The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure .. that would END the pestilence.. why? I like the death I *LIKE* the misery I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!! Space, The Final Frontier These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL *As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening for H-O-T N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know Stat' could get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, mos def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pump shot gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day **(10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium The name of this one is Judgement Day No more BS, can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year two-thousand, keep bouncin T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin At the full moon howlin Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggaz don't got to pay my bills P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body baths and shit U-F-C fightin championships G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip Now you don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day C'mon.. I said c'mon.. **Repeat *Repeat **Repeat 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Step into millenium Ten let the countdown begin I was born in the mind Take the head of a snake Behold Armaggedeon Ain't no love for the rich Only strong will survive Cause we live by the sword Plus sixty degrees For the black and the blue For the sun.. Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
First.. there was the collapse of civilization
Anarchy, genocide, starvation Then.. when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up We got The Plague The Living Death Closing his icy grip around the whole planet Then the rumors started The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure .. that would END the pestilence.. why? I like the death I LIKE the misery I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!! Space, The Final Frontier These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening for H-O-T N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium The name of this one is Judgement Day No more BS, can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year two-thousand, keep bouncin T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin At the full moon howlin Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggaz don't got to pay my bills P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body baths and shit U-F-C fightin championships G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip Now you don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day C'mon.. I said c'mon.. (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Step into millenium Ten let the countdown begin I was born in the mind Take the head of a snake Behold Armaggedeon Ain't no love for the rich Only strong will survive Cause we live by the sword Plus sixty degrees For the black and the blue For the sun.. Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
First.. there was the collapse of civilization
Anarchy, genocide, starvation Then.. when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up We got The Plague The Living Death Closing his icy grip around the whole planet Then the rumors started The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure .. that would END the pestilence.. why? I like the death I LIKE the misery I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!! Space, The Final Frontier These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening for H-O-T N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium The name of this one is Judgement Day No more BS, can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year two-thousand, keep bouncin T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin At the full moon howlin Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggaz don't got to pay my bills P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body baths and shit U-F-C fightin championships G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip Now you don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day C'mon.. I said c'mon.. (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Step into millenium Ten let the countdown begin I was born in the mind Take the head of a snake Behold Armaggedeon Ain't no love for the rich Only strong will survive Cause we live by the sword Plus sixty degrees For the black and the blue For the sun.. Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Good news Hip Hoppers
The big alert has been called off It turns out that the early reports were wrong ALL wrong Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin home Sorry bout that! I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song Yeah do that uh huh uh uh UH Yes what what what what what what what? What what what what what what UH Yea yea yea (if you don't, lay back) Raider Ruckus (you catch a lazy jack) Carlton Fisk (Yaknahmean) Huh, one.. two.. (Shaolin What?) Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd feet first Meant it when i said it, lungs Bring the Pain son without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickle Bust back, take em wit you Survival of the Fittest, and the world out to get us I feel it in my bones, I can feel it in my testosterone, when it's on Stat', bring it back, hard rap for you pussy-cat Cognac off the meat rack, where the pussy at? Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like In the Heat of the Night, I crash individuals Splash on the mic, air-tight with the lyrical: Method (Nigga run with it, have fun with it load your gun with it, and be done with it) Welcome to the Killin' Field, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin thru changes It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend of herbs and spices on mic divices, murder men Make em mices, I recommend, somethin that's priceless For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest -acap |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Aww shit... not these niggaz again!
Aiyyo listen! I'm only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight If your man ain't on the guest list He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line And you know another motherfuckin thing? I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink in this motherfucker tonight I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here Uhh Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home Check it out uhh Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch Bouncin nigga lookin like he want war Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah Pattin me down like the law As I stumble in the party Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L and kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches? Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted Took another toke then I passed it, choke! Fantastic, herb ain't no joke Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses Got millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin passes Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm At last it's, time to step and make her mine Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids that won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban You know what this is... ("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God? Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.." "Yo don't touch my shit!") Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long before the sirens intervene, the terrotory Can't we all get along, without the ruckus Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench of a hell bent environment, the odds against us Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why? Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high, damn Monkey wrench they whole program, party over By that time I'm dead sober In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone You can tell that they was heat holders Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible Like a front page |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
First, they dropped the bomb
Then came the disease Then death This our world Your world, my world I like this world! Yo, on foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks Catch a close up your snot box, broke up Land shark, tryin to post up, reptiles Trying to throw cub with crooked smiles Take your kindness for weakness, yhey foul New York niggas be lovin how the gun talk, POW! Another underboss pull a doublecross Niggas ain't ready for the holocaust here and now Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway Twenty-five to life up in Rahway get caught Look deep into the black thought, a holy war is being fought on Allah's court, my perfect world (if you will) Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams Homicide scene, perfect world By any means get cream Just don't let it come between you and I, seen Everything is everything in this three ringed, circus Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord with devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours Heard when it rains, it pours I came to bring the pain once more (once more) Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law The Big Apple, rotten to the core These niggaz want war? (GIVE EM WAR) They schemin and I-Beam'n Hitmen like cryin freeman, they need cleanin Keep it comin til they all runnin, screamin, bloody murder At war with them inner demons, it's goin down Invasion, U.S.A., spittin rounds If these shells hit the battleground, pave the way for birth of a Generation, X Spoken with a project dialect, bomb threat to the air waves, hit the deck Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine Got love for my family, cause they mine See niggaz dying in the streets over petty crimes We gonna eat, or die tryin, got my mind made up Young buck, just don't give a fuck, pressin they luck When they best, best to give it up, perfect world Baby what? Nigga head or gut, them or us Welcome to the dark ages, dirty pages Of filth, fine filth flavors Dust to dust, and ashes to ashes, life flashes Right before his eyes, then he passes While the 666 got more tricks Than the PD's got bricks From bloods and crips To pips with mints We still lickin the scars from whips on slave ships Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams Homicide scene, perfect world By any means get cream Just don't let it come between you and I, seen Everything is everything in this three ringed, circus Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord with devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours Uhh.. the children are the future And Wu-Tang is for the babies! |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
One time.. yo Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared for when the pain come, this nigga scared, shook to death from a cold stare, stuntin, knowin my brothers fiend to do you somethin over here, we head huntin in the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us The last days, makin sure I get the last say In the food chain, is you predator or prey? If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way to get my point across, thoughts accelerate at the same speed, of the muder rate Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth Life's a snippet, one way ticket Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant *Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban Link chain of command Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand My live team turn the club to a crime scene High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM Get your face blown, might face the chrome We take this more serious than just a poem I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent About the foul shit goin on in my life, current event It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill? Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still never follow beef hey beef follow me Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute Stash my dough secure the funds of profit Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin your time Fuckin with my niggaz, extrordinary line swishin your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song Doin this for too long, to not come strong You're only a pawn of Viet Dong Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born Secluded on a distant farm This is the real world, where niggaz get shot and shanked Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck.. *Repeat Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready for a war here, fuck peace, what? *Repeat Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready for a war here, fuck peace, peace |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Come on come on
Take it back take it back 70's style style I'll do, anything All y'all old school Studio 54ers That's, my, word! There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything That's, my, word! O.D.'n on this one fleein, all eyes seein Dominant supreme being, face the mental Deep concentration break the point on a pencil Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche? Shit that I been through is cause for parental discretions no question my Westside Connections L.A. Confidential, world don't stop less it's mental, Staten residentials, you wit it? Wu-Tang, Forever and a day, til I'm old and decayed I'm commited; look ma, we did it Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn and my baby girl, did it my way, take the low ride on the highway, out the sunroof, yellin Thank God it's Friday! Show a nigga love If he got my sound pull the plug, he's not underground call him mud, when I flood the airwaves Household and stairways rainy days Waiting for these paydays, think not of the ends If I got twenty, my brother get ten Now let the madness begin motherfuckers! There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything anything anything anything There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. Yo, yo, yo! We got love for those with love for us Baby you can look but don't touch, I'm fried off the dust And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggaz totin guns in apparel, keep us camouflaged in the shadows That's where I bring this tale that you never get to tattle Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate Tell them swine niggaz fly straight, you can call it fate And if it ain't mine, call it fake, bottom line End the case, spoonfeed the track just a taste of the side dish, soup of the day, I come Wright like N'Bushe for them Dead Presidents Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say, and they say Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee Sentence this song, to twenty-five years hard labor in the system, where it takes the form of my wisdom Respect mine, take my time and protect nine Next on the frontline, Mr. Meth No more no less, what you see is what your ass get Set it off I suggest There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything anything anything anything There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. Not a problem that I can't fix Cause I can do it, in the mix Not a problem that I can't fix Cause I can do it, in the mix |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
I'm the bastard, the total package like Lex Luger
Pull a sting like a yellow jacket, makin manuever through the slum nigga Iron Lung, ladies and gentlemen Welcome to my torture chamber, pit and the pendulum Foul play, T 2000 be "Judgement Day" Face millenium - hell to pay My knuckles soft from these Star Wars of Han Solo; southpaw Ring your bell like it's Quasimodo - what is the law? Stay hardcore my Clan logo, move to quik to catch a photo Jettin on land like Jet Moto Now we roll up on the conduit These niggaz actin like they been through it; as if they heart beat the truest I +Can't Lose+ like +Parker Lewis+, set in my ways Got you corny niggaz askin who is .. Johnny Blaze? Get a late pass stankin-ass (ha) sucker ass Now you sufferin like succotash (wha-what-what) while Johnny Cash makin moves on your moneybag, I'm strip clubbin Stickin hundreds in yo' honey ass; my brothers buggin in the background, holdin me down, watchin these clowns as they eyeball I pay it no mind - gettin high y'all Look at the scaffold, the night tall Rap infected get the Lysol, to disinfect it You don't know me or my effin Method That's the shit that made me ticked When I throw the pitch, how many catch it? Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill Port Richmond, Now Borne Jungle Nils One mo' gaen - hit me with that SHIT they be smokin Got Cali niggaz loc'n, New York niggaz open John Jay phenomenon, the mega-bomb Transformed into firearm (pow) like Megatron You get stepped on and shit upon, I'm still calm knowin brothers wanna do me harm - Shaolin what? (Shaolin what, huh?) {*breaking glass*} Y'all niggaz make room for daddy, for real (Holla if you hear me) We got love for those that got love for us (Show your lust; your best bet is to roll with us) Now go to your room (hang it up) |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
I'm the bastard the total
package like Lex Luger Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin manuevers through the slums nigga Iron Lung ladies and gentlemen Welcome to my torture chamber pen and pendulum Foul play year T2000 be judgement day Face millenium hell to pay My knuckles soft from the star wars of han solo South paw ring your bell like its quasimodo what is the law? Stay hardcore my clan logo move to quik to catch a photo Jettin on land like jet moto now we lord on the conduit? These niggaz actin like they been through it As if the hardcore to the truest I Can't Lose like Parker Lewis Set in my ways.. got you corny niggaz askin who is .. JOHNNY BLAZE Get a late pass stinkin ass sucker ass Now you sufferin like succotash while Johnny Cash is makin moves on your moneybags im strict love stickin hundreds in your honeys ass my verbal bucket in the background holdin me down watching these clowns as they eyeballin all day in the mind Gettin high y'all Put it on the skyfold the nite troll Rap infected get the LYSOL to disinfect it You don't know me or my fuckin Method That's the shit that made me tip when I wrote a pitch how many leech it Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill Now Borne jungle nils one more game hit me with that shit they be smokin.. got cali niggaz loc'in new york niggaz open John Hay phenomenon the megabomb Transformed in a firearm like Megatron Youget stepped on and shit upon, I'ma stay calm knowin brothers wanna do me harm Shaolin whylen what .. punks |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Word
Yo I loved you to death nigga Word It's like til death do us part Dedicated Peace nigga now we must part kid Yeah fuck it whateva We used to be tight now it's shoot on sight Takin the ghetto rights slidin i n ya wife on a rainy night Low budget nigga wanna act like youse a killa in the spotlight but never lived the life Throw the griller in ya mouth piece rock you to sleep Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece You survived my attempt to homicide, tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side This is how it's goin down, ain't no peace until ya gone Play around, wit ya life playa you won't live long Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like the unborn That's when I swarm on your street dreams you moron Carry on, fore these lead Dons rip through ya teflon I remain calm, even though you straight pass through my left arm I never fold, I reload, keep my clip full mo' Empty out six licks to bloody up your wardrobe Plus that click you run with, I heard y'all niggaz rub dicks Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit Seen The Bitch in Yoo, from the first day you came through Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too You and Bubble Lip Lou, is dead on the avenue I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house So you could lay low, from your P.O., before you maxed out Then you went the wrong route That's why I threw my dick in your girl's mouth Get snuffed the fuck out, walk wit your guns out I'll see you nigga! Yeah, see you See you |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Word, yo, I loved you to death nigga
Word.. it's like til death do us part Dedicated Peace nigga now we must part kid Yeah, fuck it, whateva We used to be tight, now it's shoot on sight Takin the ghetto right, slidin in your wife on a rainy night Low budget nigga wanna act like, yousa killa in the spotlight but never lived the life? Throw the grilla in your mouthpiece, rock you to sleep Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece You survived my attempt to homicide Tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side This is how it's goin down, ain't no peace until you're gone Play around, with your life playa you won't live long Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like a young pawn That's when I swarm on your street dreams you mor-on Carry on, forty lead dons went through your Teflon I remained calm, even though you straight passed through my left arm I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe Plus that click you run with, I heard y'all niggaz rub dicks Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit Seen the bitch in you, from the first day you came through Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too You went bubblin blue, it's dead on the avenue I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house So you could lay low, from your P.O., before you mashed out Then you went the wrong route, that's why I threw my dick in your girl's mouth Get snuffed the fuck out, walk witcha guns out I'll see you nigga! Yeah, see you! See you! |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Uh
Deadly Melody part two Thats my word It aint safe no more...no more bitch Yo yo Brain is punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be upon you Moving with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot the head in, not sure of this East remains hot with police But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic Extended clip rewind, bust mine, Anytime you reveal your snake is raising actions Observe the magnetic attraction And its time for some grid iron rap, action-packed grudge match Tough act to follow, hard copy novel throw you off the Farasauno We swimmin with these sharks, yo I raked body guard Stamp my initial in your birthmark, P.L.O Plus like a calico, tally ho Black expo, checks in afro, we back yo, Stole-a-mite, crash your wind pipe, with the right to right? Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot-out street lights Sight beyond sight, late night, city light Tight like a virgin, merging with my aye-a-like Splergin, dirty to the grain, no detergant Filthy, innocent till I'm proven guilty Submergin, deeper in the lecture I'm servin Truth or consequences, life or death sentence I'm hurtin, your person, I'm certain, its curtains It aint nothing like hip-hop music You like it cause you choose it Most D.J.'s won't refuse it Alot of sucka M.C.'s misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain you'll abuse it The name of the game is rapture This one is completely captured bass Yo I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlov, 9 Glocks Technique your rhyme part machine gun ammo Sporadic flow buckle the foe, to outro Galico, throw we slide my dough first I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go beserk From the Shao burrow, wylin out on the furlow Commando, style thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermal nuclear degrees Heads of underseas down to the youngest seeds Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze Hundred G's for the garden, the fierce stampede From the die cast, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast Equipped to perform the task S-I-N-Y, and what, had a gut The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust We be the world's most fabulous, hazardous, to fuck with these ravenous Killas get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets Extravagent, ? drop a helicopter high Up into the sky, lines philosiphie ?? Watch my pockets ride, to the bottom bus Confide in God and Sin, I trust the villianous Criminal minded killas rust I intend to build a fortifying man, Mastermind vying men, navigate the globe and retire quick Aiyyo fluid rap bend, through a black Veluga black act Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap Slang A-K, national, geographical, mathematical Slide up in your worth casual Night air dog, who wear it all, blouse down to bra All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable Rap mayors, who clap Himalayas pinky fingers Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers Sly-workin, network beserk, mad hurting Killing whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomindales John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo Fuck yall niggas carve my ice through my beige window Spazz Spazzola Ola S-I-N-Y 10304 Lock your door Crack your jaws Drop your draws It's all day everyday with this rap souflee' Muzak... |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
This goes out
to all the big head niggaz And all them big head bitches You know my steez-o Yo, yo, yo, yo Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic So you can't see the topic, condition combo Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween the hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback is when I condemn men, to purgatory Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner Blood stain on my track record, top gunner You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender No retreat no surrender, head trauma Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit E Double up dammit, Iron Lung flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know It's time that I take advantage, take command yo Cops caught me red-handed Blood On the Dance Floor or was it Michael Jackson Fuck it, time for some action Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Before she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin Automate and keep it goin, right and exact Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan Jack Frost, leave em frozen Bust flows and never lay text latex without my Trojan Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision And split decision, tell your old folk and your children what I'm dealin Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain Till I see you at the building motherfuckers You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz And all them big head bitches All them big head bitches |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
send niggas back to go, try again niggas all hail me, the good the bag the ugily the money's around your way, lovely where for art thou Meth-tical god-child I pack a smile like crocidile profile can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now spin around let your whole crown man down, man down I live by the street code never old never love a hoe, never flash the dough cause you never know who friend or foe got block control solid gold thought before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto habitat with no parole never snitch switch which keep a fresh pair of kicks split the tongue snatch the weed in case the cops wanna strip search think first prepare for the worst when you do dirt remember there's a million other niggas with the same thirst No doubt dummy out bets pull the money out niggas walk a funny route this is what its all about? young guns and dum-dums slum bums and sons askin' niggas where they come from get him for his one, um sunshine, its crunch time stranded on the front line ducking from the one-time niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha make this one the anthem ring around the rosie pocket full of Grants, uh Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug sucker for love catch a slug, nigga [Method Man] Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas send niggas back to go, try again niggas shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow Carry your eyes and avoid spots cellblocks rap blow you for your slide(?) time what you got's mine we can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine whether the rhyme or the crime Ima still shine heavy on the street talk cut your life support short never had no love for you so there is no love lost strictly enforced by the street stories get double crossed hands off I run with the torch [Method Man] They got me fed up from the head up put up or shut up on stage in them shiny get-up these niggas is funny energizer bunny actors they hustle backwards son I think they gay rappers say word, drop some stature dog splash ya, party crash ya the spell casta heard the same before and after its over flood get your brain end the game, done its over end of the line out of time bitch its over on the wrong street with no heat he was sober we soldiers somebody should've told yaMillion dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug sucker for love catching slugs nigga Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas send niggas back to go, try again niggas shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas send niggas back to go, try again niggas shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow With the W burning through your flesh verbally possesed never second guess blow minds like David Koresh fuck a vest you need a gun to protect your assets deep in the aztecs break out before the sun set street wars gimme yours crime is what I live for got rhymes galore next time its at the wu store if you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate all you sober mcs, I leave y'all niggas half-baked Microphone is in a choke hold losin' control bringing drama by the boatload it takes drama in the pillage now of cappadonna my split persona hit their village and their baby mama y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry and kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash, dummy before its over you should keep your chain tucked in and should never run your mouth with a suspect chin now lay it down Just because you wild in the clup you ain't thug sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug tattoos and hard screws you ain't thug real thugs runnin' with hate and smash love |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Excuse me gorgeous..
Just maxin, lookin for hoes, y'know, relaxin Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan Shot a verb, that tranked her nerves, calm words Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr Sweet Love you look miraculous, brown eyes passionate High cheekboned, Tommy Girl cologne you smashin it Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin She replied, "Street, you ever ride while you drive?" I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby why?" She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up Now I'm deep in it, flyin past the speed limit Out of control, still whippin it, steadily hittin it Deep strokin, one hand on the wheel, blunt smokin Lovin how it feel, Sweet Love you got me open, what? Love is love Love, love is love Love Love is love Love, love is love Love We connected like a train from the first ordeal I stepped to her with the passion as I kept things real but like, sex was on my mind like, cum was in my pants I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?" I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band Sweet Love, I want your pussy can I be your man? Stripped to the bare essentials let me fuck you if I can Sweet Love, from your nipples to your pussy nub" Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love Love It's a full moon, we in the bedroom, thoughts consumed by the passion, slow jam tunes and body action My finger's on the clit splashin, your pussy lips got you spazzin, love juices, marinatin in your satins, sexy ass, I get some like my old dad I love my women bad, with just a little touch of class Youse the Star by far, look at you Ma Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you SheShe Lefrea! Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up but the type to hit it raw dawg and seed it up We talk without sayin nuttin, you told me if I came through you'd gimme som'in, now we lockin ass Pullin hair and talkin trash, how you like it slow or fast? She said, "I like it when it last" No doubt, you got the best trout there can be Not an everyday, average, Chicken of the Sea, candidate for H.I.V. You'd rather deal with monogamy Queen to be held, Black Mahogany You're bout to bust damnit, sugar walls comin down Now you can't stand it, you've been touched That's when I felt the blood rush Gettin closer and closer with every thrust, take me there Volcano's about to erupt, I love you much "Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts" |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Excuse me gorgeous..
Just maxin, lookin for hoes, y'know, relaxin Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan Shot a verb, that tranked her nerves, calm words Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr Sweet Love you look miraculous, brown eyes passionate High cheekboned, Tommy Girl cologne you smashin it Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin She replied, "Street, you ever ride while you drive?" I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby why?" She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up Now I'm deep in it, flyin past the speed limit Out of control, still whippin it, steadily hittin it Deep strokin, one hand on the wheel, blunt smokin Lovin how it feel, Sweet Love you got me open, what? Love is love Love, love is love Love Love is love Love, love is love Love We connected like a train from the first ordeal I stepped to her with the passion as I kept things real but like, sex was on my mind like, cum was in my pants I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?" I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band Sweet Love, I want your pussy can I be your man? Stripped to the bare essentials let me fuck you if I can Sweet Love, from your nipples to your pussy nub" Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love Love It's a full moon, we in the bedroom, thoughts consumed by the passion, slow jam tunes and body action My finger's on the clit splashin, your pussy lips got you spazzin, love juices, marinatin in your satins, sexy ass, I get some like my old dad I love my women bad, with just a little touch of class Youse the Star by far, look at you Ma Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you SheShe Lefrea! Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up but the type to hit it raw dawg and seed it up We talk without sayin nuttin, you told me if I came through you'd gimme som'in, now we lockin ass Pullin hair and talkin trash, how you like it slow or fast? She said, "I like it when it last" No doubt, you got the best trout there can be Not an everyday, average, Chicken of the Sea, candidate for H.I.V. You'd rather deal with monogamy Queen to be held, Black Mahogany You're bout to bust damnit, sugar walls comin down Now you can't stand it, you've been touched That's when I felt the blood rush Gettin closer and closer with every thrust, take me there Volcano's about to erupt, I love you much "Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts" |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Excuse me gorgeous..
Just maxin, lookin for hoes, y'know, relaxin Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan Shot a verb, that tranked her nerves, calm words Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr Sweet Love you look miraculous, brown eyes passionate High cheekboned, Tommy Girl cologne you smashin it Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin She replied, "Street, you ever ride while you drive?" I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby why?" She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up Now I'm deep in it, flyin past the speed limit Out of control, still whippin it, steadily hittin it Deep strokin, one hand on the wheel, blunt smokin Lovin how it feel, Sweet Love you got me open, what? Love is love Love, love is love Love Love is love Love, love is love Love We connected like a train from the first ordeal I stepped to her with the passion as I kept things real but like, sex was on my mind like, cum was in my pants I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?" I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band Sweet Love, I want your pussy can I be your man? Stripped to the bare essentials let me fuck you if I can Sweet Love, from your nipples to your pussy nub" Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love Love It's a full moon, we in the bedroom, thoughts consumed by the passion, slow jam tunes and body action My finger's on the clit splashin, your pussy lips got you spazzin, love juices, marinatin in your satins, sexy ass, I get some like my old dad I love my women bad, with just a little touch of class Youse the Star by far, look at you Ma Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you SheShe Lefrea! Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up but the type to hit it raw dawg and seed it up We talk without sayin nuttin, you told me if I came through you'd gimme som'in, now we lockin ass Pullin hair and talkin trash, how you like it slow or fast? She said, "I like it when it last" No doubt, you got the best trout there can be Not an everyday, average, Chicken of the Sea, candidate for H.I.V. You'd rather deal with monogamy Queen to be held, Black Mahogany You're bout to bust damnit, sugar walls comin down Now you can't stand it, you've been touched That's when I felt the blood rush Gettin closer and closer with every thrust, take me there Volcano's about to erupt, I love you much "Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts" |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Through bein humbles
Tru Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT y'know? Been in this rap game for like the past four bullets now, y'know? Doin bids, yea yea I done peeped a lotta cats come through Courageous cats, stray cats, haha Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI'msayin? But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics Rhymes, line for line, numero uno Who the best? I don't know Check it Flame on - I rain fire, when Johnny Storm I'm shocking like live wire - you have been warned I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong And prove all them doubters wrong Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him and now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em Send him to his final restin Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson Torture [3X] Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous So I switch blades to Dangerous Welcome to my torture chambers Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer I slam just like my culture on all theories Dead that - straight off the meat rack with this one You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit Stand back - don't make me spit one, and paint pictures On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome To all those posin a threat If I go, everybody gotta go next, y'all niggaz know The code of the street soldier, I'm watchin time And time watchin me colder, Grim Reaper Breathin death on my shoulder Waitin for the day to take me over (take me over) Torture [3X] Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me Still tryin to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys? Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm pissed Mama said there'd be days like this, tis the SeaZon for Ducks and my pen's bleedin Leavin' kids barely breathin for sneak-thievin Famished from lack of eatin and lack of teachin Banished from Rhyme & Reason for high treason, can it be That the kid with the knot knees Got G to make a grown man cop pleas, for this track I got a Lovebug like Starsky, blow back Until I drop Tical Part 3, ain't no stoppin when you start me, John Jay Pullin your card, mayday mayday Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked I learned the hard way - ain't nuttin sacred In this world - time to face it, Johnny Basic Instinct, I'm sure to make it While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light Say what you like, just spell my name right No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth Torture [3X] Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Through bein humbles
Tru Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT y'know? Been in this rap game for like the past four bullets now, y'know? Doin bids, yea yea I done peeped a lotta cats come through Courageous cats, stray cats, haha Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI'msayin? But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics Rhymes, line for line, numero uno Who the best? I don't know Check it Flame on - I rain fire, when Johnny Storm I'm shocking like live wire - you have been warned I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong And prove all them doubters wrong Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him and now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em Send him to his final restin Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson Torture Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous So I switch blades to Dangerous Welcome to my torture chambers Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer I slam just like my culture on all theories Dead that - straight off the meat rack with this one You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit Stand back - don't make me spit one, and paint pictures On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome-acap |
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from Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)
Through bein humbles
Tru Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT y'know? Been in this rap game for like the past four bullets now, y'know? Doin bids, yea yea I done peeped a lotta cats come through Courageous cats, stray cats, haha Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI'msayin? But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics Rhymes, line for line, numero uno Who the best? I don't know Check it Flame on - I rain fire, when Johnny Storm I'm shocking like live wire - you have been warned I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong And prove all them doubters wrong Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him and now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em Send him to his final restin Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson Torture Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous So I switch blades to Dangerous Welcome to my torture chambers Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer I slam just like my culture on all theories Dead that - straight off the meat rack with this one You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit Stand back - don't make me spit one, and paint pictures On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome-acap |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
Haayyoahhh! ahhh..
Intro/chorus: rock Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, f**k it even players Whether you hate us or you show us love No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, f**k it even players Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse one: method Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother Respect mine like my baby mother I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal Not everyone can shine and make a meal So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head For all them f**kheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life On the edge nigga.. one time for your f**kin-ass mind 'cause-o, can you deal? Chorus: rock Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Heads on lockdown and those on the run No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse two: ruck Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I f**k you up I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut What the f**k? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin Affect with the motherf**kin grimy style Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me Chorus: rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse three: rock Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey.. hehe Hold that thought for a minute And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken F**k batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin Chorus: rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherf**ker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Cause ain't nobody safe motherf**ker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Same shit |
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from RZA - The Rza Hits (1999)
Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you want baby It's what you neeeeeeeed Verse One: RZA Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles nickel plated pistols official Wu Wear covers my physical Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier Or Wu say boulder head flower You can detect the true and living God from the scorer Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides And this bitch advertised her breast size Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes Then he became highly civilized and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance and stopped wearing Benetton Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear Chorus: Method Man Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you waaaaaant Verse Two: Cappadonna Pele egg-head the top dresser One man catalog the London Fog casual hog Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby master Tommy Hil Advil Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear One wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear Verse Three: Method Man Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Just come see me satisfaction guaranteed baby Just hold your own baby and just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low it goes Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece Hard time and killer tactics Just hold your own baby Now just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low it go Just hold your own baby Now just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know, how low, it go |
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from Method Man - Blackout! (1999)
[Meth] Come on 1 2 1 2 uh uh 1 2 1 2 Mr. Meth and Doc 1 2 1 2 Uh uh 1 2 1 2 DJ Scratch on the track 1 2 1 2 Wa wa 1 2 1 2 Break your motha fuckin back 1 2 1 2 Ah yo yo My, lyric is 8 ball Batter up play ball Fuck ya'll analog Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in From the 5 star general Attack you from the blind side, invisible To the naked eye Where them criminals Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals The wu is coming through you know the outcome Critical Condition in your physical for injurin The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen [Redman] Off a beat like this I keep a night stick In case any stick up care where heat might miss I chicken fry rice bitch In a white trench Bustin off two macks I'm like "I'm hit"!!! I'm just playin, I clear the croud out Like a peppa can sprayin I throw lightin out the arms raiden Go guard your pray Next year I do nothin more than Y2K [Hook] We say Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 We say Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 we say Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 We say Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 And if you say fuck me [Meth] I'm a say fuck you [Redman] Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 [Meth] From deputant down to stripper I'm too nonchalaunt A drink mixed with four kinds of liquors Catch me at the bar "Fu Bar" Ladies know who we are and Dream of fuckin a star Who da scrub Shotgun in this man car Burnin up Forever gettin thrown out the club It be us Paul Shot out and bugged I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz I'm everything you think you don't know [Redman] I throw a 5 in the power Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps, 40 miles per hour I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore Takin change out the fountains at shoppin malls Rats can only afford Chuck E Cheese The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin Meth pull the last spark plug with a heart pump [Hook] [Redman] Call me will, enemy I state When 4 Doc run the scam New jacks studderin, that the man from the upperhand Punch, atomic bomb I hit many From Bricks to South Park you dyin with Kenny While you bailin I'm trailin Rockin hard hat helmets clip the satellite servallence When I walk by you better not be kickin Or i put two more in that terriyaki chicken [Meth] You've just been fitted for them seeman shoes This is bottom of the lake raps Stab you in the back Kung Fu 52 cops can't withstand the 52 blocks Unless they bust like 52 shots I'm the has been that have not Battle kids at Maxwell's house Know when I'm good to the last drop Whats my name Meth he's name Doc Just like urban See me in the gran transportation splurgin Drivin with a turban who push a black suburban (come on) We rollin windows half down through the urban Network law lay it down like a persian M to the E to the F, spell curtain [Redman] Get out your car sucker This ain't yours Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls And brauds got the nerve to act funny You a champaine ho, with kool aide money Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick You back down a point on NFL blitz I'm lyin buddah break fool and take two And put your hole in the earth to escape through [Hook] [Talked] DJ Scratch Not ready for prime time playas Mr. Meth, Funk Doc Def Jam 2000 mutha fuckasssssss!!! [echos out] Calm me down baby Nod your head to this Come on Ey yo this is WKYA radio We kickin your motha fuckin ass Yo Flex Thats right it's goin down Redman, Method Man blackin the funk out Now listen |
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from Method Man - Blackout! (1999)
[Redman]:
Bitch Brick City, yo Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young I ate paint chips, the rare moon That pair mics, my maintenance I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts For money, to your house arrest anklet I take it all, if not, here's a thousand Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men I'm constant, on that paper chase Blow zip codes from Bricks to 8-1-8 Doc serve to you liquor in the plate Battle royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment Hit 95, then hide with the Waltons Down South, the forty four feela I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga Westside highway running, homo nigga [LL Cool J]: I'm the sultan of the ghetto The homicidal aficionado I empty niggas out like Crystal bottles, uh When I battle, I'm breakin' Bentleys down to gravel I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers I knew my longevity confuse ya Big paper game, come on run into these flames Recognize the power of the royal King James Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces Like they drinkin' Guinness when they realize I'm not finished I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin' Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin' Platinum links, chicky eyed blonde hair, Honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink Bend your little wifey over, help her stretch out the kinks That's why ya nigga freeze when I step up in the building The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children |
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from Method Man - Blackout! (1999)
[Redman]: Do you want to get high man? [Method Man]: I see em. Does Pinochio have wooden balls man? [Redman]: Well yo, I got a joint I've been saving here for a special occasion. [Method Man]: Ahh, niggas, bitches, welcome. A full tank of gas, a pound of weed, a bird called Pinky. To the East, driver to the East. Funk Doctor and the Phino. By the way, this is protected by the red, the track, and Tical. With the key. [Redman]: Oh shit where the keys at? |
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from Method Man - Blackout! (1999)
[Redman] Def Squad, Wu Tang [laugh] (check it, check it out) [Verse 1: Method Man, (Redman in brackets)] (Yo yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs) (Call us gorillas in the myst) (Raunchy vocalist) Your code name (Doc) (Whats yo' name) Hot Nix Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks (Yo them same two drivin yo whip fuckin yo bitch) Hold me down son (Yo, I hold you down with the pound) You got a lot of buiscits (Ayo but where they at now?) Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now (Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow) Disease (We set to load) Cock and squeeze (Booya!) We too hard to hold off (One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov) When i dip dip dappa (dappa) The anti-socializa (liza) Everything be ice cream from _?_ (We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster) (Starting lineup, Iron Lung) The funk docta [Verse 2: Method Man] Johnny blaze the ghost rider (uh) Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) The night breed (vampire!) Duckin from the head rushin (uh) Wu Tang production Precussions bringin reprecussions I hold my mike sideways bustin (bustin) Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest Clutchin your chest suckin your last breath In awe, period meth Nigga, dyin from papercuts, Bleedin to death Down these mean streets johnny quest (uh) From ASCAP to NASDAQ Get that money sack (uh) These habitats aint no place to raise family at (family at) These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats So watch you back when you come to the slum There aint nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung Blazes on stunts I be dippin in the sun My plates bear no one My uzi weighs a ton (Word up) [Verse 3: Redman] Pon Cocked The don juan doc Send crews back to the shoe shine box Connect the dots My description Black mel Yellow da mellow I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow With d-o Penal code We both to duck when he hear the bike Wit the squeaky clutch Swallow this hard act to follow You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle I'm tense, so smooth i cant be fingerprinted I stomp harder in slow motion Yo fuck your appluad Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store Before the soul train award Incorporate a law Whoever aint raw get they hand chopped By jamal with the wu sword (whoo-ee!) My crew specializin Snakin yo bitch Robbin you while you on the floor Shakin your shit I'm doin me now i'll do you (Yo who you?) Doc I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial I be da black el nino I mean yo I'm supreme like the team show With the pay to cream fo (To see you sit down?) Yo, na we get the fuck up (And leave the one you wit) Then take off of usher Thats right, six double oh with chrome pipes U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes (Throw it in drive) Fuck takin me and meth alive! (Yo, you look that-a-way) You look out the other side! |
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from Method Man - Blackout! (1999)
[Redman] It's Funk Doc Where da weed at, bitch?! I speed back wist, down to one-way from cops See thas' shit?! Believe thas' shit! Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v. Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to Project-ballers You yell: "Turn the heat down!" My voice, divi-di-round-sound, some heard round town And chances are ya'll leavin', round now Wait later, will make Funk page paper Date Raper with juveline 8th Graders Hit the High School at 187 Caesar When I bust ya'll need to back 4 acres Doc ya'll and that's my man JabberJaw The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off? I'm from the underground, my soundlib Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds! [Chorus:] [Meth & Red] GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH UP JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT! Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK YA TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL IT! Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM [Meth] Now I'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin' Approach me with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'? My hand that rock yo' cradle often I'm hot-scorchin', but stone cold like Steve Austin If you smell what Tical cookin', ain't tryin' to see central bookin' So til ya gon' stop lookin', know what you did last summer? So I started hookin', you past shookin' Offer open can of ass-whoopin'? Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's Little Shop Of Horrors Go ask your father who the father from the (Park)Hill to (Mariners)Harbor You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager With deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie Don't even bother, to radio for back-up Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his icin' Streetlife is triflin' *Body over here...! Nigga pull a Tyson and bite a nigga' ear Precisin', slicin' juggerless the cut-crew Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, excetera People's champ, niggaz be takin' off competetors Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone Straight from the Catacombs The Children Of The Corn, that don't got a clue Prepare for desert storm! [Chorus] I scored 1.1 on my SAT And still push a whip with a right and left AC Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called I'm behind the brickwall with arsenic Jars Spit poison, got a gun permit draw Gundown at Sundown you keep score! This training-course and ya'll ain't fit On my crew-tombstone put 'We All Ain't Shit' [Meth] Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be When will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait ya turn I spit a .41 Revolver on New Year's Eve With the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.'s The most slept on since Rip Van Wink My shit stink with every element from A to Zinc So what you think? I'm a blackout on just one drink? You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe Go get a shrink... [Chorus] |
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from Method Man - Blackout! (1999)
Yeah, yeah.. Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm going to kill [echoes]) [Verse One: Method Man] Slowly I turn, step by step Through the backwindow, I crept Silent as a mouse on a set While everybody in the house slept, I disconnect the phones and the rest Find a butcherknife Cut the power lines to the lights Now a nigga wild for the night I come like the living death, straight from the dirt Back to avenge his own death on this earth Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work Down to the basement, the dog get it first I can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my own The voices in my head just won't leave me alone Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Pissing on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels So there's no escape from the fate that awaits No one to witness the horror taking place Yeah, now I'm on my way up the stairs To the bedroom on my prey unaware Heads will be hung from the chimney with care With hopes that the police soon will be here I'm a killer! [Verse Two: Redman] Yo, yo Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four Yell out: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!" You fish cake niggas, stay Lipton off Did your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's Battle in session, what's up with it? I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot Niggas scream out: "It's just us bitches!" Don't shoot, out the phonebooth I aim at your party, hit the wrong group "Happy birth..." ow, ow, ow, ow Niggas done snap, runnin' hunch back Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked So run laps, for I body you Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc Turn velcro, when night falls Central park joggers, wear bright clothes Tae bo, five flo's Lizard, Centipede, Snake I'm a killer! Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow: Howl) Cereal, cereal killer [Verse Three: Redman] Yo, yo I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley, After p-p-p strips you empty Gather around, for rapid sound Fourth of July was three months ago, shoulda pad 'em down No one will fold both thumbs and eight fingers to square with Joe Young Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron For white boys to snowboard on So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want? Chew spearmint gum two double pump Two cannons, piece by piece Your school get dazed like G by G Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills Body, you and supermarket, no thrills Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (Cereal, cereal killer) [Verse Four: Method Man] Doc hold my coat, I'm 'bout to go low Titanic MC rock the boat meth Tone deaf rhyme, microphone sex line Next time don't forget the TEC-9 Step, Five digital, context is critical Bomb threat these individiuals thats on deck So you the illest nigga in Nebraska? Hell naw It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex I think too much, I drink too much My crew don't really give two fucks, about you ducks We over here Shaolin What, spontaneous combust when I smoke a bag of dust Ahh what a rush, cigar be the dutch Method Man and Redman, Starsky and Hutch I crush MC's Can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me I'm a killer! |
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from Method Man - Blackout! (1999)
[Redman] Bricki-di-roaw! Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail It's hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips That's more dollars in them tongues in them go-go chicks Bitch I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of canon Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE! And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope Or Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta Banana--Split, HOT TWO..SPIT! OOH SHIT! Spickin' ya rippin' ya four or ya funds I wet ya like a 141 watergunz Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death! So hold on ya bitches, cuz here come RED-METH! [Chorus:] Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a Rememba these?! Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?! Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?! Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?! Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! [Meth] Okay the 'hey hey' baby, me and Doc about to blow My Saturday night's so special and they pointin' at yo nose Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours Comin' sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher I'm winning, tell the news like Peter Jennings Depending on any givin' day I'm representin' The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the linchin' Oh yes ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts? Take a guess ya'll, Kool-Aid bustin' thru the wall Mr.Meth ya'll, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Badu I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton I'm swingin' a track from Staten, cuz that is where I'm from [Chorus til the end] |
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from Method Man - Blackout! (1999)
Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together going all not together it don't take much to please me Still homes are never satisfy like the stones we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out time for some action, surfin the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in got us bustin off these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. [Verse Two: Redman] I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo in no zone, when I, grab the broom moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true) three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car right behind on the boss Haters don't touch, weigh us both up now my neighbor doped up got the cable hooked up. All channels lift my shirt all Mammal you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos. sawed off shotgun hand on the pump, sippin on a forty smokin on a blunt bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaa yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaaa |
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