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Interpret:
Wu Tang Clan
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| Clan In Da Front
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Up from the 36 Chambers...
Heheh.. its the Ghost..
*Face*..*Killahh*
Hehheheh
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
Twelve OClock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple The Brand White
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child
Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang
The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru
Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things
Killa beez all over your fuckin planet
Thirty-six chambers of death
Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
Choppin off your motherfuckin dome... ...peace, and every fuckin borough
Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island
The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez....*The sword?
Cmon, give him the sword*Chorus: The Genius
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, cmon and attract to...
Verse One:
The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical
Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald --
-- ine Ferraro, whos full of sorrow
Cuz the hoe didnt win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
and shine shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Lets get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
With the game and soul, of an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
so stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin own
Ill hang your ass with this microphoneMake way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tangs comin thru with Full Metal JacketsGod squad thats mad hard to serve
Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
Chorus
Verse Two:
The response while I bomb that ass, "You aint shit!"
Your wack ass town had you gassed
Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
I dont give a god damn, on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
Cuz I dont know ya therefore show me what you know
I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style increases
Whats that in your pants ahhh human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper
How ya sound B?
Youre better off a quitter
Im on the mound G, and its a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, hes my man
Anyway hes the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesnt matter on how you intrigue
You cant FUCK with those in the major leaguesChorus -- 2X
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back... to what
Niggaz on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back, cmon... to what...let your feet stomp...brag shit to death
...wild for the night
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, cmon and attract to
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp |
Eingetragen |
30.Apr.2001 22:04:37 |
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29.Dec.2004 12:12:15 |
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