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Wu Tang Clan
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| Severe Punishment
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I despise your killing, and raping
Youre... despicable
%09Are you, my judge?
Its just... you should be punished
Im going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
Verse One: U-God
Yo, yeah, yo, yo
Yo, yeah
Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
Times ticking, eruptments conduct
Entering one funk before the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab vocab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with something thats round and profound
Blood brothers people of colors we get down
Watch this fly, force feed things being said
Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his
mic half a dangle, seriouser man
My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain style seem a
kiss of spider, to God saga why bother
Godfather talk drama, fly swatters
%09Number two, Chao San Poi
Verse Two: The Genius/GZA
This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing tracks thats rough
Cause a jam without a live MC isnt enough
So we attack this, and grab all within reach
Throw a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it aint worth the mic stands
used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line
Real thin and shift through the pipeline
LPs delivered with style and potential
Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
order, revealin hidden tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up
Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahluas one chick shes German Luger
Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open
with the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on
Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur
Slang soufleer home decorater, player
Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me
Verse Four: Prince Rakeem/RZA
Yo MCs wonder whats hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth its just one nation under a groove
Gettin down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz...
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyers
Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported
chambers been recorded, youre fuckin with the loops
Time for royalty audit
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with five meridians
As the pendulum swings closer to the millenium
two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen
I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle
and politic with Leo and Russell
When niggaz is still rushin well brush you
%09Hes a womanizer, but hes an expert at throwing knives
Verse Five: Masta Killa
Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain
ignite, blowin the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz couldnt fuck with the
deadly ground I hold down
Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold
Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
look for means of survival and whos liable
for this harrowing experience
You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap
and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy
To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery
%09Number two, Chao San Poi
%09Number two, Chao San Poi
%09Hes a womanizer, but hes an expert at throwing knives
%09Number one, Yen Chang Wa
%09Hes an adulterer, dont trust him
%09Number two, Chao San Poi
%09Number two, Chao San Poi
%09Hes a womanizer, but hes an expert at throwing knives
I despise your killing, and raping
Youre... despicable
%09Are you, my judge?
Its just... you should be punished
Im going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
I despise your killing, and raping
Youre... despicable
%09Are you, my judge?
Its just... you should be punished
Im going to chop off your arm, so are you ready? |
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