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from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
[Chorus: RZA]
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it Ton, son, carry it, ton, son, carry it [RZA:] Check his vital signs, strike his vital nerve Threw a viral curve, the rhyme tempest Like lightning bolts being thrown down from Mt. Olympus Beat on your head like a Travis Barker cymbal, crash I splash beyond measurements I tour you back to a cast, arrest your development Overthrow your whole settlement, this is beat embellishment Burn the house, the one Hansel and Gretel went Unorthodox fly rhyming fox Wu Killa Bee appear on your body like the pox Keep rivalries like Yankees and the Red Sox I'd rather see it in the ballpark, then see it on the block, nigga My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott Sword in my hand, watch me parry it The weight of the truth, can any man carry it? [Chorus] [Raekwon:] Feel the wrath of a soldier when his wings is up We like the air force, generals with guns when rainy up Take it from leers, the stadium, the fans, the beers Titty shots from the bitches in the stands, we clear But we pop guns, live so wild, it's like banging a guitar On your face, all jacked in your mouth See the medals that I wear is honor, from the hood to Bahamas Back to Ghana, New York and Compton All my peoples get wilder than a mosh pit Roll even bigger, this is getting me riled Tattoos, I'm a destiny child, I'm a floss I'm a real muthafucka, stop stressing me out Cause I play hard, go hard, smoke bongs, this is the most strong Collaboration, me, Trav and Ra Old engines, we gon' respect 'em, drop joints and perfect 'em Chef is the Jon Bon and Led Zeppelin [Chorus] [RZA:] This is deadly dark dangerous, Wu-Tang slanderous Mosh pit bashing, watch 'em all bang to this Energy, energy, energy, energy Buzz Lightyear, boy, from here to infinity Two guns on my side like Yosemite You sick of that weak bullshit, here's the remedy Jack Daniel Tennessee, mixed with the Hennessy Turn into a Chuck D, boy, Public Enemy Or Flavor Flav, Johnny Depp, Wild Tennessee Poetical Emily Dickerson with the similes Metaphor whore, I puzzle like the jigsaw You strip like the weak more, I be the sycamore My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott Sword in my hand, watch me bust and parry it The weight of the truth, can any man carry it? [Chorus x2] |
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from Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy [Deluxe Edition] (2010)
[Swizz Beats]
One hand in the air If you don't really care Two hands in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes This shit ridiculous One hand in the air If you don't really care Middle Finger in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes man ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous [Kanye] I'm so appalled spalding ball, Baldin Donald Trump, talkin dollars from ya'll Baby your fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind I'mma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck bout ya'll I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin whole through the wall But since they all love us, I need more rubbers And If i dont use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean goddamn One time, let it be a bad bitch sweepin That know we get O's like cheerios That know because they seen us in the videos That know the day that you play me Will be the same day MTV play videos That was a little joke, voila Praises due to the most high Allah Praises due to the most fly Prada Baby I'm magic ta-da Address me as your highness, high as united Thirty thousand feet up and you are not invited niggas be writin bullshit like they gotta work niggas is goin through real shit man they outta work That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt That's why I rather spit somethin that gotta purp Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean the shit is fuckin ridiculous, fuckin ridiculous I mean the shit is fuckin ridiculous... 5 star dishes Different exotic fishes Man this shit if fuckin riculous, fuckin ridicolous [Jay-Z] How should I begin this I'm just so offended How am I even mentioned by all these fuckin beginners? I'm so appalled I might buy the mall Just to show niggas how much more I have in store I'm fresher than you all So I don't have to pause All of yall can suck my balls through my draws Dark knight feelin' Die you be a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become a villan I went from the favorite To the most hated But would you rather be underpaid or overrated? Moral victories is for minor league coaches And 'ye already told you we major you cockroaches Show me where the boats is Ferrari testarossas The hammer went and broke so you know I'm more focused I lost 30 mill so spent another 30 Cause unlike hammer 30 million can't hurt me Fucking insane The fuck am I saying Not only am I fly I'm fucking not Playin All these little bitches Too big for their riches Burning their little bridges Fucking ridiculous Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean the shit is fuckin ridiculous, fuckin ridiculous I mean the shit is fuckin ridiculous... 5 star dishes Different exotic fishes Man this shit if fuckin riculous, fuckin ridicolous [Pusha T] Success is what you make it Take it how it come A half a mill in 20's like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become CNN said I'd be dead by 21 Blackjack I just pulled in Aces You looking at the king and his face Everything I dream motherfuckers Im watchin it take shape While to you I'm just the young rich nigga that lacks faith Range rove leather roof, love war fuck a truce Still move a bird like I'm in bed with mother goose Them hoes comin in a baker's dozen Claiming they was wit me when they know they really wasn't I keep the city's best never said she was the brightest So if you had her too it don't effect me in the slightest I never met a bitch that didn't need a little guidance So I dismiss her past until she disappoints your highness I speak the gospel, hostile Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils Paranoid mind I'm still under the watchful Eye of the law, aspire for more Those kilo's came we give you bobby brown jaw Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call Flow similar to the legends of the falls Spillin I own you all Yeh! One hand in the air If you don't really care Two hands in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes This shit ridiculous One hand in the air If you don't really care Middle Finger in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes man ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous Huh! [Cyhi the Prince] Huh, I am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If god had an ipod I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazing, the faces and places the favourite My cup over runeth with hundreths Dummy damn its hard not for me to waste it The new commandment Though should not hate kid My movement is like the Civil Rights I'm Ralph David Abernathy, so call my lady rosa parks I ain't nothing like those niggas baby those are marks I met this girl on valentines day Fucked her in may She found out about april So she chose to march Ha Damn another broken heart I keep bitches by them two's nigga, Noah's ark I got a 7 on me I call my dro Lamar Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart G-A-T in the path finder Cause you haters got PHD's Yall just some major haters and some math minors Tiger woods don't make me grab iron [RZA] Champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know this shit is fuckin ridiculous, fuckin ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin ridiculous... Calls from the Mrs. Infers from the mistress You kno that shit is fuckin ridiculous, fuckin ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin ridiculous... fuckin ridiculous fuckin ridiculous fuckin ridiculous One hand in the air If you don't really care Two hands in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes This shit ridiculous One hand in the air If you don't really care Middle Finger in the air If you don't really care It's like that sometimes man ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous Huh! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Wu-Tang Clan
Gravel Pit [RZA] 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... HOOK: Paulissa Morgan Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killers bees black watch (black watch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...] [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...] Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen [Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... [Ghostface] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the techs and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit... Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets I hear the hot shit [Meth over hook to end] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Intro: (LP Version)
He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of passion You don't trust me huh? Well you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz Chorus: Raekwon the Chef Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowin by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs Wit Mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax niggaz lyrics is wack nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar's Palace eatin salads We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in RapPage But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan Chorus Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs, swithc like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children Leave the buildin Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure Like Lou Farigno on coke Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it! Chorus ...politic ditto ...get lifted in the staircases |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight It's Yourz Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4 It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break It's Yourz! The world in the palm of your hand It's Yourz! Twenty-three million of useful land It's Yourz! The seed and the black wo-man It's Yourz! Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's Yourz! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[Method Man]
Yeah, torture motherfucker what? What? I'll fuckin I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost With your ass cheeks spread out and shit Right? Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there For like a half hour Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like Yeah, I'll fuckin Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat Ooooohhhh Whassup? BLAOWWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!! I'll fuckin I'll fuckin I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick Off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker I'll fuckin I'll fuckin Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you [Genius] Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggaz is wailin, check it out kid From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef You-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber Band, I be Sam Sam I am And I don't eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this ain't your average flow Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don't forget your forty And we gonna do it like this I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes Question what exactly is a pantie raider Ill behavior savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm (check it) Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sex pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missiles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fading motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd And ya didn't have friends to begin with I'm M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Here I am, here I am, the Method Man [RZA] Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a swarm (Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid) (Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gat Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
I roll like a bat out of hell Evil
acapell's fly spittin out of my grill Before I hit the sky with springtime colors Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II We like Dorothy Hamill on ice We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late I'm lookin real good, draped out Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style Hand me the matches now Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up Beats break, the nigga would take off his time Honolulu status, gladdest the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice Niggaz came clumped out Just came home, now they bunked out Money be longer than triple life til the sun burn out, that's my word Move it with the burner out Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians [Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this [both] Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous [Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life [both] one time in the respectable mind repeat Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks Witness, forget his, original statement Even in protection programs there's no escapement Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck And as they nervously stare, I know they scared They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square Household name, assassin, killa bee Mill to the grain, that posess the Wu, trilogy Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend Those that got styles, they got identical twins Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky without skills, they master the art of mimicry But I go line for line on the whole page Your unspotted life on the mic is old age rocket |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger code red danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal too hot to handle Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth Movin on your left And set it off get it off let it off like a gat I wanna break full cock me back Small change they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over but they don't know no better But I do true can I get a sue Nuff respect due to the one six I mean ohh yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical Ooh what grab my nut get screwed Oww here comes my Shaolin style True B A B Y U to my crew with the suuue Yo ya best protect ya neck First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center you enter the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats if rap was a gun you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom bangs like African drums Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius Take us the fuck outta here The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20 watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Reunited cuz it feels so good (Yo, yo, niggaz ain't shit) Reunited cuz we're understood (Your bitch ain't shit) There's one perfect thing and (Your momma ain't shit) children this one is it (Your daddy ain't shit) We both we're so excited cuz (You ain't shit) we're reunited, hey! hey! (Niggaz ain't shit Your momma ain't shit Your daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, you ain't shit Yo, yo) Reunited, double LP, world excited Struck a mass to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-ass beats, them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor Casual dresser, you may dress fresher The way that I speak this shit is energetic My physique of meat is quick atheletic Remove all MC's who disapprove that my funky fresh particle always have the groove You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite All negative on the mic, I dislike Try to rock the mic but only will reduce Try to get loose, you juice as a youth Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right Try to be talkative, there's no alternative Hide until I forgive, this motive I am unique with the perfected physique The objective of my rhyme is my own technique I maintain the paradise on this Earth with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth Watch a nigga catch a purse Super-hero niggaz die Do my dirt, get away and multiply You bitches, ya nice guys Always want bitch, because ya need mine I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show Cuz nobody can't fuck with me! You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money! Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin? When I was young, I was taught how to produce the science of babies gettin loose I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt We ain't sayin nuthin I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert Love potion, plenty bones I put up What!? What!? What!? What!? You know what time it is, mothefuckers! Reunited and it feels so good (It's Wu mothefuckers) Reunited cuz we're understood (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers) There's one perfect thing and children this one is it We both we're so excited cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! (It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers) I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan. We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin? I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down. Master P, you holdin it down. KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down. Give Snoop my love, E-40. MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond. This is family, I don't give a fuck! Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga! Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get down! knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit! KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz! Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! Bitch, I got to go! (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[martial arts movie sample] Yeah, yo, aight Pass the meth! (nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!) Yeah, aight kick the raw style, yeah Fly that fuckin sack Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who tr |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
[Oh, fuck, you can't even sing]
Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it raawww!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! Sh... Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any fifty two states I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! [I like the way you come] Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!! (Repeat) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and high prophecies can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, ally perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an' Rumblein patrolmen teargas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament that does burn Play my position in the game of life, standing firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to push my big cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke blunts and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly nose reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga who was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut for raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, eye-no-vation Getting drunk like a fucking skunk on five-year probation War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another hard nigga torn, close ones gone Those who stray and fuck-up get slayed by the song The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like the million black womens on my man's rag Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan (2008)
Winter Warz
Wu-Tang Clan Winter Warz It's on.. (Cappa) Where your sparkle at kid? Ryzarector.. (Break: Raekwon the Chef) Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) (Verse One: U-God) This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm (Break: (first two lines) (Verse Two: Ghostface Killah) More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster (Break) (Verse Three: Masta Killa) Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy of the Wu and learned how to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python (Break) (Verse Four: Cappadonna) You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Intro: RZA]</i>
Hahaha, Digi, yo, yo <i>[RZA]</i> When I was young, I slept with a battery on my tongue So when I spit, the impact with the sting of a stun gun At full blast, rock your cradle, fatal razorblades graze you Split you open, stitch you back wit a staple I'm football head, I put your head Into a brook, all four, your momma wouldn't look at ya'll Gold from the Panama canal, Alabama gam' Got me laid up, on my nuts like kapow B-O-B-Boy's fast as Bruce Leroy Meet the rap Galactus, blow planets off his axis My glock is plastic, my dick *sniff* is magic Stretch up the Power U like Mr. Fantastic <i>[Chorus: Dexter Wiggles]</i> Stop, it's a booby trap Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack? Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap <i>[RZA]</i> Yo, when it comes to this mic device, you get ate Like the gingerbread man try'nna cross the lake Or the Winchester, call my white son, Lester Poindexter Tell 'em bring back the black mack, strapped with two extra Clips, where's the natural, words inside the apple Pot holes in the street, it cracks the Jeep axle Shrivel your heart to a raisin, shorty star gazing Yeah, he got steeper than dunce, once he start blazing blunts Beef, and get drown in Hunt's Your flame get toast, your best bet to punt I lounge like a hungry jaguar, into agua Trying to catch a fish that multiply like the magua Pocket fat be Jabba the Hutt, Clan gallops up Feel the Force of my steel, but you can't count the caliber Digi, Digi, Digi, all inside your city Microphone on the roam, like Capone and Frank Nitty <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> <i>[RZA]</i> I don't got a taste for blood or flesh skin My mind, like Professor X from the X-Men One line, cause MC's to write their albums down Devils only come amongst you, if you allow them now Do to trading, they infiltrate with persuasion That desire to rob and steel and make slaves of all Living luxury, destructively, conductively Improper nature, privately and publicly Man so stupid when confronted by something he don't Understand, he shoot it, the whole world's polluted My earth gave birth to a universal, change us Scribes reflect the child born in the Bethlehem manger Devils try to steal me of my intellect, rob me of my culture Like they white washing sculptures Like they snatching down my posters But it's been caught through the eyes of Minolta <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Chorus: Thea]</i>
Creep, creep, creep Catch them while they sleep Empty every shell from your clip Knock them off their feet <i>[Crisis]</i> These streets that we maneuver through, ain't nothing you familiar too Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot That's why some keep they shit on safety, others keep they hammers cocked Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Christbearer]</i> Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day) Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A. When Track died, Mack cried Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June The city's full of Crips AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach) Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips If any, not many, academic scholarships <i>[Doc Doom]</i> Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chorus II: Thea]</i> Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze Make them Swiss cheese Empty every shell from your clip Knock them off their feet <i>[RZA]</i> You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business All you suckas, get the scissors You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman You suckas is useless like old New York tokens Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure MC's tremble when they hear the name of us Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy <i>[Monk]</i> Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chorus II]</i> |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Intro: Understanding (RZA)]</i>
Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books The game isn't over, til the kings go wild A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century (hahahahahahaha) Experiments with a strange potion, called Digital Elixir (hahahahahahaha) That transforms him, into a powerful being That struggles with the great and evil within himself (hohohohohoho) While saving the lives of others Another classic tale of the dangers and benefits of drugs (huh... he's back! Ahh!) <i>[RZA]</i> Yo, double dose of danger, it's the Gunfighter and the Stranger Peep the silver bullets, like the old Lone Ranger Transform on ya'll niggas, like the Werewolf from London My cousin Dirty Dick Don, yeah he straight out the dungeon Man up in the art gall', my girl, my newborn child God chosen, son, we just sip from the Nile Gold plated dinner dishes, fresh slice of fresh papaya Pulled by the scrolls, read the Book of Obadiah Smack ya head against the wall like a Spalding My thugs, they carry more drugs than Walgreen's Mr. Digital, bodododo, sometimes appear invisible Got this money, now my old bitch is miserable Old Jack Nicholson grin, I stay sinister Two billion dollar advance, for a three letter signature Holy frankincense and myrrh... <i>[Outro: Understanding]</i> Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books The game isn't over, til the kings go wild A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century Experiments with a strange potion, called Digital Elixir That transforms him, into a powerful being That struggles with the great and evil within himself While saving the lives of others Another classic tale of the dangers and benefits of drugs |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Intro: RZA]</i>
I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem The Genius... Digi... Sing it 'em to real quick, yo <i>[Chorus: Thea]</i> Like to keep my head up to the sky And ask myself, why, it has to be this way I'd like to live my life in peace And have, not to worry about All the drama, I can't take Cuz we strive for luxury And try to feed our families It always seems that someone seen our way I'd like to live my life in peace And have, not to worry about All the drama, I can't take <i>[RZA (Monk)]</i> I met a young brother, about 28 Who seemed intelligent and rather quite straight I greeted him, and struck a conversation To see if the youngster had some self motivation Peace brother, whats your name? How you be? (I'm Rugged Monk and I'm all about the currency) You mean gettin' paid? <i>[Monk (RZA)]</i> Yeah like my man's brother Who has a condo, he shares with his baby mother You know a condo beats my apartment With no lights, no gas and backed up rent No hot water or heat, infested with plenty rats That'll eat up the average alley cat (I'm like damn, homey, thats poverty, he's like) Word O.G. that bothers me Plus I'm about to be a new father, G (We need to wise up and change the hood policy) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[RZA (Monk) {both}]</i> Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man? Why you not out there trying to make your own plan? See we are a victim, of a situation Where a wicked man, separated the nation And got us killin' off one another Black on black, they pit brother on brother It's gettin' hot, hotter than July See the murder and crime rate is risin' to the sky (For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot I'm often woke up, from the alarming sounding of a shot, so I'm thinking what) Is your neighborhood a trap? {Could this be the place marked X on the map?} (And I'm spotted like a target in a shooting gallery So I strive to seek for a better salary So I can escape from where? From this ghetto life area {Cuz everyday it gets scarier} <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
Ah, love is love honey, yeah
Digi, Digi, bong, bong, bangin' you long Whop, pop, who pop, then bang bang boom Shabobalee, shabizzy Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight Your dynamite antics drove me to your magic Merrily down the stream, you got me goin' frantic Enchanted by your kiss, the apple's gigantic In your Atlantic abyss I'ma sink my Titanic Granted your wish to be captured on candid camera Oh shit, I got to pamper you With this hand trick gambit, open handed Edible panties, no need for the hamper We can spread out on the floor like Pampers Chantin' Karma Sutra, you got me speakin' Spanglish Mamacita, fuck semantics Goddamn it, you understand it? I'm about to blow like somebody pushed the panic You fever the gene that Yaqub sub-planted Shape and mold ya body just like ceramics Big valley rodeo style, above to stand with Dream, dream, cream, cream Legs open, I'm in between You squelch and scream, I split your gene My chi, my yi, my shit, my jig My lee, my con, crown me Kong King Bottles of Ginseng, Jamaican ting Wood root, it's the ultra sheen Your flower bein' blossomed, pollinate like Spring Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight Love, love, love is in the air, fireplaces, winter time Bottles of wine, cuddled up with a friend of mine She a dime and in her physical prime So every time we grind, she get a chill up her spine Sign is Virgo, she from Chicago She like my slow flow and like my turbo I'm like yo, we can burn the herbal I got the purple and you in my circle By them hips I can tell she fertile So I'ma take my time and as slow as a turtle And I like her verbals, that wine she gurgle Got her actin' terrible And that ass is durable Had her bent over in the Bentley convertible The girl was beautiful, my flow was surgical And now I'm preferable Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight When tonight chime, I taste your kiss I make a wish, for you When tonight chime, I feel your kiss I make your dreams come true She was gorgeous, wit ass that make you cum fast like Porsches Face look like a portrait, body like a fortune Mills in small bills and tall heels, flexin' sex appeal Got my mind ponderin', wonderin' how the sex would feel First to kill she'd be an assassin, main part of her attraction Was her sense of fashion, stopped her and asked her name Complimented her elegance, she blushed, respond with intelligence Her scent was heaven sent Offered me a drink, beautiful with dead presidents A few drinks later, we back at her residence Surprised and 35, I was deep between her thighs When she came she cried, looked me deep in my eyes and said Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Chorus: Danny Keyz]</i>
It's been a long time coming.. Days, days are turning to nights now They said... they said I'd be okay But when I hear those church bells ringing I begin to pray for today might be my dying day <i>[RZA]</i> The great mind, surpass space and time Seven plains of energy, interlace combine Five conscious stages, stand up courageous Change your plurality, seek mental clarity Ziplock off the chronic, kissed it, then I twist it Build on today's mathematic ballistics I walk with the utmost honorable respect It's a quick locked secret, so Protect Ya Neck This is full metal jacket, ain't about that gossip Nope, you get your face all over the bicep Go out the closet, you slimey sausage Six degrees of luxury, with no deposit They said a friend be sub blanked, a plane be sub tanked A gat be sub shanked, look, I just hit jackpot A hundred mil to the bank <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[RZA]</i> The continent splitter, the dominant figure The mathematician who calculated God from nigga The Zig Zag Zigga, who civilize the wigga My vigorous attack on the track, slice a thousand giga Bytes of information, in one line, how sometime Use the sky for a blanket, then I bathe in sunshine Nine conquer bonds and nine wives, nine lives Nine grands sit on my side, we carry nine knives Eighteen strikes from Low Hand, ain't no man Can withstand the blow, from the Wu-Tang Clan I answer many questions of life, without asking Breath in the stench of death, without gasping Fasting and praying, while you laughing and playing I am fast in my mind, to attachment what we came in And go through the river of life, I stay floating Live a hundred twenty degrees without quoting <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[RZA]</i> I have no fascination with Satan, no relation to probation I'm the sun sitting still, while you trapped in rotation Every rebel's creation, every thought has been ovation One demonstration, we civilized a whole entire nation Attract a generation, who's built with elimination Of wickedness and sickness, we striving for the bliss We rising up our fists, five stage of consciousness Keeping our promises, master our circumference <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Outro: RZA]</i> Yeah, I'm back Sometimes, you think you bout to lose it all But it's actually, the point that you made it all It seems like life is gonna pass me by But now I'm reborn to a new chance, a new opportunity A life has just begun... And if we having a good time, but wasting your time Seven plains of energy must interlace and combine And all praises due to the Most High... I'm here forever! |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Chorus: Thea]</i>
Your love so Digi, ahh You make me dizzy, ahh Your love so Digi, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh <i>[RZA]</i> Yo, heart pounding, chart bounded God astounded, well rounded Lost and founded, stay surrounded By these hoes, who can't count it Park the whip, then dismount it Forty ounce, yeah, I down 'em Shorties drowns in pools of love With these ounces, I be lounging Roof thugs, chew on slugs Maneuver through, hoods and clubs Purple kush, by the bush Dick is curved like Nike swoosh Push, push, in this bush Guaranteed to make her shush Red bone, head on tilt Six hundred cell phone bill Big trucks, shell toe wheels Velcro's loose, hell hold feels Sell no pills, sell no deals Niggas' styles, just no frills You best to chill, nigga Nigga, yea, you best to chill <i>[Beretta 9]</i> Yo, women I love 'em, leave 'em Lust 'em, but I don't trust 'em The reason most men be bugging My lovin' Digi, you heard me? Might finger fuck 'em They sell me off in return Women I love 'em, they love me back in return I'm just a young man, head smart, cock strong Got my swag' on, throw a mean dart, fuck it, we on And got this fly talk, I kick that ass to the curb You on the sidewalk, you gon' respect the dons words <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Crisis]</i> Hypnotized by her hips and thighs Beasting on the bitch, I ain't gon' lie The H-E-Double N-E, Double S-Y Got me in the vibe, her ass is super sized I can see the future up in her eyes We'll be dumb high, keep her occupied Til the son rise, I beat it up right Then she can't deny, she heard the roosters cry Break her ass down with some crucial lines Nasty darts known to seduce the mind She all up in my world, she ain't even my girl But she knowing my world produce dollar signs Whispered in my ear, she'll swallow mine Like she don't do this freaky type of shit all the time Like she was the one, or her head was that bum I be dumb, sprung and just call her mine <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Chorus: Tru James]</i>
My woman, and my money, don't own me... I've got to, keep holding, my own <i>[RZA]</i> Heaven, heaven... The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives Digital brain is the closest to Moses Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister Revitalize the game, the names on the poster The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent You can't still convent, don't have seven cents Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went? I told you these words are heaven sent <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Monk]</i> It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran Three six letterman, Monk's the name Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice <i>[Christbearer]</i> Why yes, am I next to impress D-T-S, bless the best, no cess Stress, from guess to gold press The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds But this is the new improved shit '08 from the AMG, '92, bitch <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Intro: RZA]</i>
Bodododododo... Killa Beez control the set, Shaolin Island where you at? Medina... <i>[Chorus 2X: RZA]</i> East coast just hold your set West coast just hold your set Dirty south just hold your set Mid West just hold your set <i>[RZA]</i> Nano nano, my fammo, pop more love than Soprano Carry ammo like Rambo, blow like Tony Montano Timberlands with no sandals, started off like black Sambo Talking ham bone, ham bone, having you heard, that we switched the channel On the neck is gray flannel, Gucci cheese wit the camouflage Haagen-Dazs Milano cookies, too hard to handle Pepperidge Farm distinctive, Godfather like Brando You, download my flow, on your iPod Nano Nano nano, from Austin, tea parties in Boston Spot that dot in your eye, you not a G til I cross 'em <i>[Chorus: RZA]</i> Shaolin Island how your set East coast just hold your set West coast just hold your set Dirty south just hold your set <i>[RZA]</i> There's no need to cry ya'll, I gauge out your eyeballs Your family's like 'why ya'll', there's blood on the white wall The streets wrapped in white sheets, be strapped to my right knee Twenty feet gorilla niggas, rolling, looking just like me The jakes came to ID, I don't carry I.D. You being fed through the vein wit the IV In your head you're like 'why me', in the bed is where I be Oh man, between the legs of a dime piece Tongue kiss her scented breast, her best friend is behind me Camcorder on WiFi, recorded in widescreen Sent it to the iJack, to the people on my team Killa Beez shine, I don't need no bling bling <i>[Chorus: RZA]</i> East coast just hold your set West coast just hold your set Shaolin Island hold your set Medina hold your set East coast just hold your set Mid West just hold your set Dirty south just hold your set Medina, where you at? <i>[Outro: RZA]</i> East coast just hold your set Killa Beez control the set Shaolin Island, where you at? Medina, where you at? Mid West just hold your set Dirty south just hold your set Shaolin just hold your set Medina, where you at? Boogie Down... Killa Beez control the set Shaolin Island, where you at? Medina, where you at? |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Intro: RZA]</i>
Hip hop is all about having fun, yo, yo <i>[RZA]</i> Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me I got the rock stone from David's slingshot Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got? Watch for the cops, third eye like the Cyclops Red from the chronic, don't need no eye drops Swinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's Fiends in line like I, Robot Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots Tell my uncle that I know what he know not Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like raping coyotes Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote In an all black Toyota, W's on the grill, steering wheel and the motor Out to get the mills, til I'm paid like Bob DeNiro With seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's MC epitome, but these ducka sucka muthafuckas trying to get rid of me But if you decipher my lyrics, truthfully and not critically You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially Speak the truth, and tell you how it's supposed to be Zig Zag Zilla came, where's up the hilla man? Bododo, rewind that shit Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me I got the rock stone from David's slingshot Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got? Watch for the cops, my third eye like the Cyclops Red from the chronic, I don't need no eye drops Swinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's Fiends in line like I, Robot Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots Tell my uncle that I know what he know not Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like raping coyotes Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote In an all black Toyota, W's on the grill, wheel and the motor Heading to North Dakota With the cocaine, plus the baking soda MC epitome, but these savages trying to get rid of me If you decipher my lyrics, truthfully not critically You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially Nigga, tell you how it's supposed to be Zig Zag Zilla came, bododododododo Where's up the hilla, man? Ya'll cowards know me, hahahahahahaha <i>[Chorus: RZA]</i> D for Digital, I - Irresistible G be Graphical, I - Immeasurable T come Technical, A - Analytical L be that Lyrical, who? Bobby Digital D for Digital, I - Irresistible G be Graphical, I - Incredible T for Technical, A - Analytical L for Lyrical, who? Bobby Digital <i>[Outro: RZA (Prodigal Sunn)]</i> (Yeah, we gon' take it back RZA) Who the fuck stepped on the wire? You stupid mutha - BRRR Hahahahaha, so you thought you was going to escape, didn't you? You thought you could escape? Aiyo, let the wolves in, aiyo, son Aiyo, G, yo, let the wolves in All the niggas in the back All the wolves in the back, come up front We gon' get savage real quick Fuck that, aiyo, hold on, hold on, hold on, nigga Man, get the fuck off my feet, man Fuck off nigga, I'm trying to do my shit Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, Happy New Year, nigga Merry Christmas, it's July, hahahahah So the mad scientist continued to drink the Digital Elixir Fighting with the good and evil inside himself Trying to be Bobby, trying to be RZA Trying to be one, trying to be real Trying to be unreal, trying to be super real, nigga Rest in peace to the ODB, greatest MC of all time, greatest performer One of the greatest performers of all times Aiyo, O, yo, O, happy birthday, nigga, hahahahaha |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[RZA]</i>
Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me? You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie Culture this I God, all inside your iPod Cuz my squad, nigga is die hard <i>[Chorus 2X: Startel]</i> Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier <i>[RZA]</i> Niggas creep, yo, check it, yo, yo Welcome to the City of God, where it's gritty and hard And these dogs walk around at least, fifty a squad Saying give me a yard, trynna, split me a broad Maybe, spit me a dart, so I could, get me a car Niggas creep, half can't read or speak Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke From the slums, yeah, we be the blind, deaf and dumb We got six year old sons, knowing how to use a gun They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it Go home, lay on momma breast, nigga, drink about it So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[RZA]</i> Nobody understands me, not even my family Most important man on the planet, still they ban me Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy They'd rather see me stressed out, concealing my jammy Hoping, I got smoked out and broke like Sammy Spent the wheel of fortune then get struck wit a whammy Never that, black, I got my act together How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever? <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
David, David, David
David, David Banner And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop Yo, yo who got the biggest dick? Who got the phattest whip? Who got the baddest bitch? Who got the fullest clip? Crib in Paris, France, plus in Maryland In Baltimore, I bought the cabstand Up in Burbank, the crib, I smiled at Hillary Bless the valley with the hundred dollar chivalry Got the UFC Bodog on my catalog Mayor Koch Records, they the landlord It's the Digitech, you ain't get a check You better get a deal, better make a bet Get ya money right, what an appetite I see ya'll cats later, about to catch a flight And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop J m'appel??짤, Bobby Digital Comme ta le vous, mademoiselle La original, pouf e tranquille Ai ont pope ordinal, ladite Baobabs, ??짧tre be on Savait, let's get it on Plus the yacht, we just docked Yo Kinetic, son, yeah, let 'em flop A box of Belvedere, private stock My Karachi jacket, Gucci watch Yo, Rugged Monk, scotch on rocks Aiyo, Bobby D, what's up with Goldielocks? And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop Yeah, it's ya boy David Banner, south side to the day I die You know what I'm talkin' about? They weren't expectin' us to hook this one up You know what I'm talkin' about? N.Y.C., straight to Mississippi You know what I'm talkin' about? Get your money pimpin' It don't matter where you are You in London, you in Japan You know what I'm talkin' about You in Spain, you in Italy Wherever the hell you are Get up on your money pimpin' You know what I'm talkin' about? And this beat is so fresh, watch this |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Thea saying "try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya" throughout the whole song]</i>
<i>[Intro: RZA]</i> Digital... why... <i>[Chorus: RZA]</i> You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed You moving fast, reduce your speed Weak producers, imitate my beat When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet You can't break me, you get deflected Can't remake me, already perfected Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected <i>[RZA]</i> I walk wit a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor Slipped through these metal detectors with plastic German lugers With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it Stay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footed Deadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps ahead Spread like plague, plus I wire taped the feds Brain wave manipulation, radios in my head Sip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fed Deflecting viruses, I'm overcoming biases True lion of Judah, bout to reclaim the lioness Devil expiration date, time to set the nation straight You should pay attention to the words I articulate <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Monk]</i> Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodie And let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie... You now rocking with the best, Compton's finest with finesse By the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the left West Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroat Bitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throat Three wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowing chronic smoke Turning corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folk But the underground in the city life, it ain't a playground I'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw down My morals, and my values, retire up on the richter Speak this vivid, so you clearly get the picture And description of a real one, standing in your mist I don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shit Footprints of a legend as a I paint the concrete King of the jungle, still no one can compete With my entourage, call ya squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawn Seven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
<i>[Intro: Talani Rabb (Rakeem Diggs) {RZA}]</i>
B.. (B..) O.. (O..) B.. (B..) B.. (B..) Y.. (Y..) D.. (D..) I.. (I..) G.. (G..) I.. (I..) T.. (T..) A.. (A..) L.. (L..) Bobby Digital (Bobby Digital) {Alright.. great job...} <i>[RZA]</i> Dear momma, no need for the head drama I quit slinging that yac', don't need the feds on us I made a mil' off the deal, legit After I pay the tax, I'mma buy us a crib In the winter, I'mma buy us a whip So we can take long trips, just me and the kids I'm up again, I never let you down Nothings ever gonna stop me now I'm up from the gwop, don't gotta hide from the cops Plus homey's got a spot, they can stay off the block They can drop a few tracks, or spar a few minds The God home from the pen, he left the yard behind Got a brand new sampler, take the breaks and I loop it Got a license for the gat, in case the public is stupid Plus, I ain't afraid to shoot it A man with the family, is firmly rooted <i>[Interlude: Talani Rabb]</i> We on top right now, we living Ain't nobody saying it, can't nobody fade us We killing, look at this, yo, just sweet in here We did it, we ain't gotta worry bout nothing no more We on top right now, we living Ain't nobody saying it, can't nobody fade us I always know you was gonna make it You was a dreamer, from day one <i>[Beretta 9]</i> What shall I speak, about the brothers that passed? Make me weak about the knees, make me wanna bust ass Or should I kick knowledge, and I ain't even graduate But take it from me, it ain't cool to skip class, imagine it Five Gods, came to picture perfect, to ovulate to it Music and expression of freedom, escape to it Not much to it, we was born and conceived to it And me being the man that I am, the same could do it Surrounded by a civilized man, a weak woman Subconsciously be planting a fed, inside children Allow me to explain my cause, or who I B-E-R-E, Double T, A, N-I-N-E A/K/A K-I-N-E-T-I-C, my attribute B-O-R-N G-O-D Allah Searching for the truth in myself, I seen, I saw In order to achieve it all, must give my all <i>[Interlude: Talani Rabb]</i> I always know you was gonna make it You was a dreamer, from day one Look at how you killing them right now Why don't you go get you a massage or something, daddy Ain't gotta worry bout none of that Matter fact, pass me the oil I got you all day, you know you did your thing Just sit back and relax <i>[The Reverend William Burk]</i> Off up in the C-H-I, C-A to the G-O Where the winter time temperature be twenty below Knee deep up in the snow, the Reverend still get dough To pay the bills, feed his family and go get more Money, now we taking trips to Jamaica, just to relax My homey's came a long way since paper from g-packs But gone, they used to be pushing BP's and Zenax Now they wire us our paper back and forth like we fax We ask the lord and savior for guidance It's probably hard to hear us over gunshots and violence Figure when I'm in the casket it'll be plenty silence So in the end, when you add it up, it all balance The crew been up, staying higher than pallets On vacations in the islands, watching women with talents Fellowship and with the family members who be the wildest Now we live in mansions, castles and golden palaces <i>[Interlude: Talani Rabb]</i> Into everything that you put your hard work into Look at the gold on the lamp, baby Look at the size of this TV Look at everything, just take up all the beauty in this room right now Look at how you did your thing, you did it We living right now, we ain't gotta worry bout nothing no more Yeah... hahahaha... <i>[Hook 2X: El DeBarge]</i> Up again, I'll never let you down Nothing's ever gonna stop me now <i>[George Clinton (El DeBarge)]</i> Up again, I'll never let you down (Nothing's ever gonna stop us now) Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down (Never let you down, never let you down) Up again, I'll never you down (Nothing's ever gonna stop us now) Up again, I'll never you down (Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now) <i>[Outro: Talani Rabb (RZA) {Rakeem Diggs}]</i> Bobby, make this world digital... Bobby, your love is so digital... (Spell my name.. B-O-B-B-Y) {B, O, B, B, Y, Bobby) repeat after me B.. {B..} O.. {O..} B.. {B..} B.. {B..} Y.. {Y..} D.. {D..} I.. {I..} G.. {G..} I.. {I..} T.. {T..} A.. {A..} L.. {L..} |
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from RZA - Digi Snacks (2008)
[Intro: RZA]
Round up, round up, round up, round up Round up, round up, round up, round up [Chorus: The Whatnauts] No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now [RZA] The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes While others had big tops I was slingin' small dimes Tryin' to make the come up, the blow used to numb up A few G's a week, my clique used to sum up Till my brother got locked up, my girl got knocked up My closest homies each, got popped up and shot up And cops flood the block, no way to eat So I dropped a half a G on a rented SP 1200 Sampler, and a Yamaha Four-Track The bass from the lab used to blow the fuckin' door back While Ghost was doin' stick-ups, tryin' to make a vic' up Waitin' outside for the Brinks truck to pick up Nothing would work, so we're back to choppin' nicks up Givin' grown ass women two vials for a dick suck When I was stressed I would head to the rest Then the pads on the SP-12 got pressed Makin' beats for the streets, so the family could eat In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP We went platinum, yeah we flatten 'em Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zoo is bombin' 'em All around the world, Killa Bees start swarmin' 'em You can't stop us, you can't block us Rock us or mock us, knock us or top us Better sit back and watch us [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] Can't stop me man No matter how hard, you better go hard So hard, if you gonna try and stop me now I be ruckus to rhythm like the blocks be wild Bad enough I got the cops tryin' to lock me down Can't nobody break my stride or shake my pride Without a homicide, case and trial It's a long time comin', long nines bustin' Cradle to the grave I be on my grind hustlin' Sometimes when I think about it, have my mind buggin' The shit that I been through, things that I've seen The chicks that I ran through, places I've been I'm a victim of the very song I sing That's how it is in the heart of it, most want no part of it Some will soothe the pain through booze and narcotics I'm a hold my head, stay true to where my heart is Either you pay with your life, or you pay dues and homage [Chorus: x2] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: kung fu sample from
"8 Diagram Pole Fighter"] Today I'll talk about kindness Justice, faith and kindness I want you to listen carefully Kindness and faith, are the foundation Without them, we can't become good people And with justice, we know we can lead a good life And how can I be a good man then, eh? Well, first of all, you have to practice honesty Uhmm... Keep your temper, never lose control of yourself Keep control... Be patient, if you learn to do these things, you can master anything [Chorus: The Persuasions "Gypsy Woman" sample] Out of nowhere, there came a caravan This was around a campfire light A lovely woman in motion Her hair was as dark as the night [Method Man] Cruising on the interstate, just follow while I innovate Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate Front and get ya dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait I'm trying to bring the "Sexy Back" like Timbaland and Timberlake Spitting like a calico, kush from a Cali hoe Tell that joker "tally ho", put shots in that Denali, yo RZA you know how we go, on them 20's, that's how we roll And I don't eat berries but eat a Berry like Halle though The game criminal, my, my chain figaro My, my dames pigeon-toed, I'm still the same nigga though Uh, kid rock a fitted low, still got a wicked flow And I'm like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw [Ghostface Killah] On anything that RZA throw, Ironman's invisible I left my chick for cheating on me, now that bitch is miserable Popping bottles, painting hella Wallo's on my physical We gon' have a ball, might as well pick a testicle Purple haze festivals, smoke a nigga like a bowl F**k a coma, now the state you laying is a vegetable You wanna see me? Like you ain't checkable You like a CD, I burn you and I wrecked a few... [Chorus] [Interlude: kung fu sample (RZA)] Only God, has lept into avenged mind And can, distinguish good, from evil Hahaha (Aiyo Cappa) [Cappadonna] We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house Call me a dreamer, but I hustle for real You thought that I fell off but now I'm attacking the field All in Chicago, grinding, putting it down Crush blocks of MC's, I ain't playing around Yo, you heard me on The Bassment, giving it to 'em Fake dudes hiding theyself, but I could see through 'em Diggler, what? I'm trying to live and raise kids While you throwing up ya sign, I'm laying 'em down, kid Plus, I'm back home now, doing my thing Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring [Chorus 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] A good friend, holds his drink Bad company makes bad wine! Drinking among friends Red wine means a good life A few drinks bring comfort Two drinks are enough Money can't buy courage Riches mean nothing to us Brilliant, a display of genius |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: Method Man]
If you got it, light it up [8X] [Method Man] Ain't no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot, fiends is cooking 'em Little niggaz hugging the block, cops is booking 'em Women hugging they purse when they spot the crook in 'em Back when little J got shot, pops was whooping 'em Little noses dripping with snot, ock, now look at 'em The ghetto got a hook in 'em now, drugs, stay pushing 'em Used to throwing dirt in these blunts, now, it's kush in 'em Used to tell these chicks to shut up, now, he's shooshing 'em Get cash, get that ass, or put a foot in 'em Iron Flag, flag that cab, Bedford and Put-e-nam There ain't no puss in 'em, dick, dildo, or gush in 'em Niggaz still got that juks in 'em [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) If he drunk and he run his mouth (Get 'em out ya way pa) If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa) (Get 'em out ya way pa, move, move, move) [U-God] I'm seduced by the chrome, it's a ruthless poem It took a little time to get his juices going Producers know him, as the kid with the Iron Palm Righteous hammer, examine the firearm Approach or get fired on, permanent chest scar Empire Strikes Back, check out the Death Star Bless y'all, wet y'all, do the impossible Where I'm from, we use dum-dums in the arsenal Highly sparkable, get stretched off the knuckle check Known to scuffle, I take it to the upper deck Universal conquest, kung fu, buckle vets In a dufflebag, max yo, a couple techs Give 'em ear hustle, Wu brand, we programmed Next time we dance, it won't be a slow jam I fear no man, son, you get lynched up Nigga bitch, get Frankenstein stitched up [Chorus] [Masta Killa] Yeah, voice skipping off percussion Give it to 'em how they love it, slow flow, deadly, beloved All praise, the daunting, calm yet So alarming, without a word being spoken A thought with no voice, just a nod and a look The contract was took, straight cash, off the books A major pawn took a Don, look, he's armed With a few black rooks from the heart of the Crook Shook ones look while they hung him on Hercules hooks They found his body near a shallow brook, escaped on foot Switched the look up, out of state, he got the hook up The flipped cake, thought lighter than the feather Yet heavier than weight, when my mindstate starts to break, take cover Over RZA instrumental, I'm damn near invincible, it's simple [Chorus 2X] [Outro: kung fu sample] Tell me, what are they like? They got holes in the top, five round holes While I was watching, this stranger, hit them But his fingers went right through the bone So then, they've... mastered it It's some style of kung fu, you know it? The Skeleton Claw |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
We got butter
We got butter Gonna go Gonna go One thing for sure keep you a vault Keep a nice crib fly away Keep to the point Keep niggas outta your face who snakes Keep bitches in their place keep the mac in a special place Keep movin for papes Keep cool Keep doin what you doin Keep it fly keep me in the crates Cause I will erase shit on a real note yous a waste Its right here for you I will lace you Rip you embrace you Put a nice w up on your face Word to mother you can get chase It s nothing to taste Blood on a thug If he gotta go All I know is We be giving grapes This is a place from where we make tapes We make them everywhere stealing all We be making base You’ll be making pace These little niggas they be making shapes Our shit is art yours is trace This is the way that we roll in the street You know when we roll we be packing the heat Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go This is poverty island man these animals don’t run Slums where the ambulance don’t come Who got the best base fiends waiting to smoke some Approach son Ask him where he getting that coke from My dudes hug blocks like samurai shogun Cause no v and no ones Equalin no fun Who wanna treat they know huh Body to go numb A woman need funds plus her hair and her toes done It is what it is though You F**k with the kid flow You make it harder to dough the harder the get go Harder to pimp flow harder when it snow The pinky and the wrist glow Cause here we live fo Get guap and get low But first off you gotta get the work off To get from the curse boss Yeah See im the shit Them dirt on the fifth know Hustling from the get go The motto is get mo This is the way that we roll in the street You know when we roll we be packing the heat Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go We was quiet flashy brothers Strapped all along with the dirty 38 long 12 hour shift gate took case in state you think he wont hold his weight put the money on the plate and watch it get scraped We get ape up in that club Off that juice and hen And its an no win situation F**king with them You mean like Ewen at the front of the rim Finger roll a dutch Million dollar stage is touched Techs gauges bust Trust no one The lone shogun Rugged tim boots stompa Damaging lyrical mass distruction laucher Nothing can calm the quakage When I break kid Peace to my brothers up north Doing state bids This is the way we be rollin in the street You know when we roll that we be packing the heat Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go This is the way we be rollin in the club You know when we roll that we be packing 32 slugs Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
Peace to the God peace dog
Pull out a little liquor Shame on a nigga I heard the reapa' done came to get'cha So I done copped this fifth a vodka and in ya honor I grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas Some say it's bad Karma what you do Man it come back on ya Music gotta support them crack corners Now Imma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty Damn it hurts me I hate it when brothers go early I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending Word to my son he gone remember you Rubbin' on a statue in his lab that resemble you and what it meant to Wu Us formin' like a family you just blew You was the chess piece on the board that made us look true Watchin' ya pen swish you loved fryin' kingfish You da pearl in the ocean I'm up on the land pissed Now you movin' more prestigious Me Hittin' the streets I know it's real guess I slept with the black Jesus I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I became weak when I heard that his body expired It was hard for me to believe that my brother retired Suddenly the clock stopped and the room started spinnin' How can he walk off the field durin' the first innin' I cried like a baby on the way to his pace of death Hate not bein' there the minutes before he left Now I'm in the booth 10 feet from where he lay dead I think about him on this song and what he might have said I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending When I first heard the word I needed air to clear my head I know you didn't say what I thought you said my brother's dead you crazy Another dirty prank to get the family cranked up niggas shouldn't play like that I know how you feel god but it's real and I still can't believe and my heart still grieves the loss Ason Unique loved wine and fine women we singin' on tour ooo baby we like it raw I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I popped a bottle on your dog tried hard not to cry I still can't hide the scars And I still ask why to God Alalyzin' ya form as I stood ther beside ya moms And I share the blame cuz you was callin' for help kid Shoulda coulda woulda had the time I was selfish I carry on your struggle each day it really hurts me I really miss you Russel hope you forgive me Dirty I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending On the crash and put my fist through Shout out to Dirty that the whole world missed yo Reach out and kissed you in your coffin my heart races I drop tears and watch my nigga fall form greatness It's all wasted flushed down the drain and Soon as the news hit me I bust out with pain and Rivers I cried my brother just dies Imma see you my nigga on the other side I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending Ah man how do I say goodbye It's always the good ones that have to die It's hard to live without you God I said no doubt you when you said that the passion of Christ was all about you From the God mobile to to Brownsville Florida to Ohio to Portlan to Park Hill You interrupt the Grammy's said Wu for the kids Took four five shots when they rushed in your crib Crack ya ribs cops shot ya whip You been chased by the pigs on a four year bid Crashed cars still came out without a scar They try to keep your free spirit trapped in a jar So you'll keep your mouth shut And won't tell the world who's who and what's what and prolly go nuts How we treat them hoes How we treat them hoes I'll go through life pretending that time will change the ending Mistakes behind me cast shadows to remind me |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
Aiyo we came through thumping
like elephants The new Range is super charged I remains intelligent Back to the formula lord hard grammar This is God school make sure the lobby ain't jammed up Excalibur swords T Rexes bibles of rhymes We in the lunchroom weed and veggies for breakfast Polo campus sicker lances the crisp Hundred dollar kick niggas that be showing you hand steps Back to the dormatory where niggas Broke my forearm and index finger now you write glory True holding my flag it's all engraved in my blade So when I wave it you gon' say Rae mad Now 28 Days Later now Wu's up do something you can't It's blood in my eye I might get amped To rip something down the billboard holders is back So when you see me you gon' say he gets down From darkness to DNA I move with my brother And we resonate energy that shifts in colors Bringing MC's punishment then I'm done with it The meter leave way on the fast break I run with it It was not a hobby but a childhood passion That had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned Every line to line bar for bar is clockwork Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt Check the total amount of MC's inflicted With torture from moving with work that's restricted We criticize producers til they joints are right Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light Hitting them from well conced firing positions With explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen Drastic pyroclastic connected with the same old Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano Bill like the Green Bay Packers sack like the linebackers Hang with niggas like redneck crackers Strangle cold bottles of Beck's like a vexed German Duck low behind the car my tech burning Neck burning from eight karats of sunlight Absorbed in the grill Big Pun like Lord of the Wu Tang sword know what that means Like J R Tolkien it's the Lord of the Rings This is my man Chef auto like Grand Theft Auto The 18th letter followed by the mark of Zorro Plus A not for apple but I pack an apple Shorty try to buck back and knock me off the saddle Caramel pecan sundae Pregline Plump breasts was filled with saline Her big booty cousin nasty Nadine Get you on the floor whore tried to double team Is he still that nucca Is he in the hood like that Is he really strapped Will he really split yo' shit I thought you said he rap Pull up in the yard ten sets He ain't flexing microphone ripping heat holding Who testing Rope a dope his black lotus Can't quote this chat with the sword tongue Duck when the axe is swinging wild Apache drum Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts he won't quit Can't tell em nothing he grown give the man room Space was demanded beat banging through the speaker Voice heat seek missle guided at the listener Swing to the gospel catch up and wet at the brothel Unstoppable direction of my flow optional To the ear depending on the current of air the crowd's in |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
She's my number one gangsta chick
She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do You'se a starter like Candice Parker Take flight like Skywalker might wolf it on ya father Still the athlete play of the week G P A 4 0 and the game's complete Skintone buttercream all defensive team Dreamgirl like Jennifer Hudson you're my Queen To be I'm ya King keep ya under the wing Together we can capture the ring You the human highlight body type just right Hairdo stay tight go hard ball all night Allstar shine so bright Hall of famer about to take the game to new heights You're my number one draft pick Madonna classic No look dunks to the basket yeah that's mine that's mine She's my number one gangsta chick She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do Blunt smoke fifth hundred stroke I'm going nuts full clip shoot up her fat lips And round butt catch Heat when I'm In Too Deep The answer beeps she take dives on the busiest streets Whatever situation or the circumstances Outdoor indoor she's taking the chances Hotel motel or Holiday Inn Overlooking that bible she continued to sin Spread wide on the desk paperwork all in a mess While the ceiling fan blowing her dress Ten minutes of jerking along with the slurping Her skirt hid her talent until I raised the curtains Showtime at the Apollo she'll follow my lead Then get on her knees then swallow her pride Strapped and ready to ride She's my number one gangsta chick She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do Yeah that's my down bitch That's my down bitch anything she do for her man If it's lying on the stand fish frying in the pan She a Queen like Liz the third wicked curves On her word stay still rocking linens and furs While she do it in the sack jazz music in the back Flat blew a nigga back act two I'm into that Damn right she the star of my team When we stepped on the strip baby girl we the heart of the scene Whether Brooklyn Bronx Manhattan or Queens Staten Island she styling if not she's not seen Playboy status every man's lust She acting all shy but she likes handcuffs I'm the first on the court first to hit the dance floor The floss in this rap sport what more can ya ask for Let ya glass pour Wu Tang is here now All my Independent Women time to let ya hair down Bottles popping everything is fair ground Fresh legs window shopping can't help to stare it down You'se a starter cuz I chose ya first Baby you'se a starter where you throw that skirt Lady you'se a starter where ya hold it down Yeah I'm Cold Blooded then ya love my style This is rush hour traffic first one to merk off It's like clockwork first to get ya work off I'm the workhorse Killa Bee performer Pro darter starter not a bench warmer what She's my number one gangsta chick She's my number one drafted pick I only wanna see it Anything she say you know I'm gonna do |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
See I was raised up on these mean streets
Im from the projects, right where poverty and hell meets Im searchin every day to find a better way, I gotta Hustle,steal to get my pay before I hit bottom Now some might say I'm already there But who are they to judge or question what I do so I dont care Tired of eatin cheese sandwiches with no meat Tired of watchin all the playas from the same street So its a life of crime, some might sing a rhyme To escape the ghetto before the flatline Choices to make,what am I gonna do Gotta use my talents that gonna put me through Hook: Gerald Alston Now with success I've become a target They wanna set me up,I guess mo money equals more problems They wanna get me,wanna hit me, strip me of my riches They want to cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches And I cant take it,but I'm gonna make it (Fading as Meth's verse starts : Fight to stay alive) Verse 1: Method Man I was raised on these meen streets You know,where poverty and hell meet Brothers get jelly,lifes for sale cheap Since my momma held me in her arms to tell me That its a cold world I dun held heat And held myself down, lots of bodies and shells found And niggas takin anything that aint nailed down We fell down,aint hard to tell now I aint tryin ta see the cell now Or see momma put the house up for sale now So Ima give all I got,to try a nd get that guap Nigga,Im hot with this hustle, go ahead and get the cops I used my talent to get more fickis Unlike these little cornerstore niggas Go change your drawers niggas Hook: Method Man,Gerald Alston Now with success I've become a target They wanna set me up,take me hostage Or take me down some notches They wanna hit me, wanna stick me,get me for my riches They wanna diss me,wanna clip me, leave me stiff in ditches And I cant take it,but I'm gonna make it Verse 2: Inspectah Deck |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Sample]
The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts the fists are the arrows, the body is the bow All movements have to be.... [RZA] I'm the 7 in the center of the sun, I keep shinin My inner light would turn my baby's tear drop to small diamonds That be twinklin, while my love be sprinklin We stay young while your old wicked faces be wrinklin ALLAH's the most gracious, he made the universe the most spacious Seen and heard in all places, but still appear faceless Embraces all races, all caste and all cases In every spec of life he's the substance of all traces [Break] The answer to all questions, the spark of all suggestions Of righteousness, the pathway to the road of perfection Who gives you all and never ask more of you The faithful companion that fights every war with you Before the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you searchin for the oracle A mission impossible, purely philosophical But you call him on your death bed when you layin in the hospital [Break] And as you play all day like the grasshopper who work and toil Like armies of ants carrying stones of soil Building a home for themselves and storing food At night we praise ALLAH and adore the moon In sync like the flow of the Nile, the growth of a child Only fearin' GOD, we great a ghost with a smile That which is spirit is spirit, which is flesh is flesh Meaning life has no partnership with death [Break] Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by those who met us They had ears of corn and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, essentially lead by the false teachings And eventually pledge their allegiance To that which was against them and exempt them from the truth Then juiced them and pimp them ?? So the church can rise, while their babies home hungry covered with flies Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Trying to harness the wind ALLAH's the father from without and within On Christ return, who will announce him? Every tree is numbered, but who can count them? The name of all things on this world, who can pronounce them? ALLAH is the father of all, why do you doubt him? [Sample] The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts the fists are the arrow, the body is the bow All movements have to be ?? The wrist must be strong and the fingers powerful Fast, high kicks, a good firm stance Avoid the enemy's strong points |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
[Intro: movie sample (Raekwon)]
On the firing line... lock, one round load Ready on the right? Ready on the left? Ready on the firing line? Watch for ya targets (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) pay attention [Raekwon] Welcome to the fish fry where niggaz get burnt to a crisp Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this" Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas 'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said Lay on ya hands, let the Branson break bread High energy, all my niggaz a kin to me Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me Nikes with the low goose on and I've been a beast Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones With water, dough, acid and gold classics All my niggaz who pump, the spirit'll jump out and grab shit Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets (caskets) Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing (maxing) [Interlude: Inspectah Deck (movie sample)] Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up) [Inspectah Deck] The nozzel aim, rip through ya frame for pocket change Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top Used to be a general, just lost your spot Animal House, two grand'll handle ya mouth Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God Graveyard Shifting, different day, the same thing The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds (It was all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only Sharp with perfection, homey, ya mind is a weapon [Interlude: movie sample] Relax, you got ya muscles tight, relax Word... Word... [Chorus: Method Man (U-God)] First we told y'all niggaz, then we showed y'all niggaz, huh? (We gon' take it back with this) By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh? (We gon' take it back with this) Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang" (We gon' take it back with this) When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember (We gon' take it back with this... let's go) [Ghostface Killah] Armored truck money, Shazam bangles, play the throne like Julius Caesar, gorilla mob, slash, Killah's gaurd Fake passports and visas, all of my goons They be carrying spoons, because boom, he had a massive seizure Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published Detroit bitches out of town be dying to f**k us This is real talk, shank lullabyes Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL's Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guarding the post Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in ya area Ain't tryin' to hurry up We like rebel niggaz powdered up wilding in the streets of Liberia No matter the crime, I'm beating the case If I'm a wrong, a chair hit a judge right in his face Shitting shanks out, come to court dates Mittens on shines with blood Wally's that's the color of wine [U-God] Talk to me, my criminal mystique Kick back the boards, six thousand a week Pay homage, what the don beat, you're a minor threat I see ya sweat roll down ya cheek And ya soft and sweet, ya talk is pork Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat And the cost ain't cheap, my advice is priceless Bring back the life that ya thought was lifeless The Way of the Gun, son, who the nicest? S.K., no stungun, smooth devices Time Crisis, I played the game, low lifers In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite ya F**k that bitch, ya wife don't write ya Cancel her, buy another one just like her Pipers in the bucket of ice taste righteous Today's mathematics when we build in cyphers The baby automatic kill like Air Force strikers I'm still Asiatic when I spill the hypeness [Interlude: movie sample] The dark, and this place will come here That's right! [Chorus] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams (2007)
The joy the flowers bring me
The pain still has me sinking All while the heart gently weeps Your smell has got me shrinking The tears in your eyes are twinkling Because the heart gently weeps Snowy night fiends basing A Raisin in the Sun was amazing The joint on the dresser a gauge went off Jumped up fish tank it fell and they stuck They shot her cousin LaVon he owed a buck Willie was awful pulled out the ratchet let off two Grits fell on his leg Kiana ripped the cold bowl He violent a Island nigga with the talent six killas who just came home from straight wilding Robbing everything in Macy's Lacy short haircut With long arms who furk niggas got four babies vette jabber her slapped her wig off ran in the crib She did the dumb shit my nigga then clapped her Lester smoked Chester sister Vest I heard it was a mess They ripped the apple out her throat blessed her Hungry hyenas from Medina all eight trained us Who got reluct think fast and blast from Beamers I brought my bitch out to Pathmark she's pushing the cart Headed to aisle four damn I got milk on my Clark's That's what I get not focusing from hitting that bar My mouth dried need plenty water quick I feel like a shark In the aisle busting them paper towels and wiping my Wally's down I stood up to face a barrel he's holding a shiny pound It's him he want revenge I murdered his Uncle Tim I sold him a bag of dope his wife came and copped again That bitch is crazy and uh she brought her baby She knew I hard the murders a smack it killed her man though Now I got his furking nephew gripping his gat you'se a bitch You better kill me you know you're booty You pulled your toolie out on me motherfurker First thought was to snatch the ratchet said furk it and furking grabbed it I ducked he bucked twice this nigga was furking laugh I wrestled him to the ground tustle scuffle constantly kicked him He wouldn't let go the joint so I furking bit him Shots was whizzing hitting Clorox bottles Customers screaming then the faggot ran out of hollows I had to show him what it's all about Next thing you read in the paper 'A man who came to kill gets knocked out' I don't know why nobody told you Man's not supposed to cry Though we're just babies and you're so crazy How tears of joy bring so much life Yo aiyo yo yo yo You on ya way to the store nigga grab me a Dutch I'm mad as furk my dude my count was short when I was bagging it up Now I need liquor nigga pass me a cup What's up with Officer Brown The other day he tried to shackle me up He killed Kase and now he hassling us This motherfurker got balls even the gaul to try and patten me up Time to re up let these niggaz know we back on the block With the hundred off a G pack cracking the spot I don't know why nobody told you Man's not supposed to cry Though we're just babies and you're so crazy How tears of joy bring so much life The joy the flowers bring me The pain still has me sinking All while the heart gently weeps Your smell has got me shrinking The tears in your eyes are twinkling Because the heart gently weeps |
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