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Tytuł: Bells of War

  • Wykonawca: Wu Tang Clan
  • Wy¶wietleń: 306
[Verse One: U-God]
  
  Yeah, yo
  Give me the cue
  Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function
  The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed
  Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas
  Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling
  Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them
  Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm
  Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture
  Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures
  When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance
  Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance
  Words seem to zing on down to Bejing
  When we touch down you crown renowned kings
  
  [Verse two: Method Man]
  
  There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical
  Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men
  But not these, we profound hardcore sound
  To MC's thumbs down, prepare
  Killa bees it be warfare, this the year
  Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square
  If we go there we go gritty
  And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor
  My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs
  The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare
  Ask yourself can you compare
  to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode
  or he be gone, yeah
  The struggle goes on, you've been warned
  P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs
  Must we drop in the Ninety-Now
  Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical
  
  [Verse Three: RZA]
  
  You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding
  Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting
  You gots to be kidding, yo
  
  It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense
  I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance
  Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds
  Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above
  MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble
  Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals
  Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions
  Wack MC's only lasted one season
  The morale was low at the corral
  Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our
  aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
  All that other bullshit ain't permissable
  Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual
  Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible
  illegible, every egg ain't edible
  My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole
  Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier
  Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper
  Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia
  and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang
  
  [Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon]
  
  The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall
  Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin
  We came to punish the glutton with a substance
  That can't be contained, Wu-Tang
  
  Motherfuckers
  We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club
  Y'all all in the back
  Scared to speak the speak cause you scared
  Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is
  
  [Raekwon conversating with some people]
  "All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right
  It's like come on man
  This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker"
  "Dang, he caught Whittaker"
  "Mmmmhmmm"
  "He caught Whittaker a long time ago"
  "Mike got touched"
  "Then Mike got touched by Holyfield"
  "Holyfield"
  "Yeah, word up"
  "Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight"
  "He ain't fighting McDermit"
  "He ain't fightin?"
  "Nope"
  "Whattup?"
  "You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did?"
  "Told them he cut his eye, in sparring"
  
  [Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]
  
  Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz
  Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it
  M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens
  Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
  Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross
  All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off
  These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up
  The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor
  Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
  Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the
  Monopoly king, Slavic poetry
  Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory
  Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers
  Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless
  
  [Outro: RZA]
  
  You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean?
  It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible)
  Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W
  You gonna get down with that W
  That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom
  YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe
  That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods
  YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God
  YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way
  We got the medicine for yo' sickness
  Out here, ya knowhatImean?
  I was telling Shorty like --
  Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school
  Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD
  And you'll get all the education you need this year
  YouknowhatImean?
  (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit)
  Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God
  Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God
  YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean?
  (Oh hell no, none of this shit)
  C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz
  (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit)
  Nah (man, no)
  I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G
  (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word
  Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even
  comin out until Two Thousand
  YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet
  You hear, we gonna bring a comet
  (Check for that shit in the millenium)
  YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man
  (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man
  Born Gods is here
  (Born God)