• The W
    Seznam skladeb na albu
    • The Monument
    • The M.G.M.
    • Let My Nigga Live
    • The Closing
    • One Blood Under W
    • The City
    • Little Getto Boys
    • Jah World
    • Triumph
    • Redbull
    • Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)
    • The Projects
    • Second Coming
  • The W



    [Ol Dirty Bastard]
    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

    [Inspectah Deck]
    I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
    and high prophecies can't define it how I be droppin these
    mockeries, lyrically, perform armed robbery
    Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
    Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
    tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
    I inspect 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 tearg as 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

    [Method Man]
    As the world turns, I spread like germs
    Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
    It's my testament to those burnt
    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 pot 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
    Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rise
    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 dashin
    catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

    [Ol Dirty Bastard]
    Da saga continues
    Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

    Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
    The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat
    We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
    For, judgment day come'th, 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 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
    heart 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 diss, close ones gone
    Those who stray niggas get slayed by the song

    [Masta Killa]
    The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
    and leaks sounds that's heard
    ninety-three million miles away from came one
    to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
    of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
    As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
    The high chief Jamel Irief, takes the stage
    Light is provided through sparks of energy
    from the mind that travels in rhyme form
    Giving sight to the blind
    The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
    Death only one can save shell from
    This relentless attack of the track spares none

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
    Lampin like the million black womens on my man's rag
    Codeine was forced in your drink
    You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she never heard you scream
    You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
    Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one
    Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention
    Hairs like Sonny Liston, get fly permission holder
    Fuck it, I'ma fasten your wig, bad luck
    I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
    it's me, black trouble through Ali
    Came to trees we like the Genovese
    Is that so? Caesar needs the greens
    It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first
    Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

    Aiyyo decimation, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off
    Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk
    Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
    New York gang adviser world tranquilizer
    Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
    While, my pen blow lines ferocious
    Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic
    sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
    The swift chancellor, Lex, the white-gold tarantula
    Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
    Max mostly, undivided, then slide it, it's sickening
    Guaranteed to make you jump like Rod Strickland

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