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Wu Tang Clan
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| Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'
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[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move
Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When its properly used, its almost invincible
Verse One: U-God
Raw Ima give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nationlike the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MCs approach with slang thats dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
Im pushin force, my force your doubtin
Im makin devils cower to the Caucus Mountains
Verse Two: Inspectah Deck
Well Im a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle Im from
is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin
youll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Dont talk the talk, if you cant walk the walk
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain theres no way to barricade me
Steam
rollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver drivin, theres no survivin
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute though
cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teethlampin in a Lexus eatin beef
Straight up and down dont even bother
I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers
Chorus: Method Man
My peoples are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
my peoples are you with me where you at?
Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats
Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard
Here I go, deep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..Im
cherry bombin shits... BOOM
Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappinin is whats 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?? Im gonna catch your bluff tuff
rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kellyor 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
ChorusVerse Five: Ghostface Killah
Speakin of the devil psych, no its 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 blastedHalf mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you dont 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 lazyYo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, Im runnin with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin
Niggaz is jettin Im lickin off son[Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!]
Verse Six: Masta Killa
Homicides illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity its 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 thats its 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 CONTENDERChorus |
Eingetragen |
30.Apr.2001 22:04:58 |
Letzer Aufruf |
08.Apr.2004 13:04:35 |
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