Tytuł: Iron flag

• Wykonawca: Wu-Tang Clan
• Wyświetleń: 227

[Intro/Chorus: Raekwon]
   Murder one of y'all niggaz..
   Get to hurtin one of y'all niggaz..
   Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all niggaz
  
   [Raekwon the Chef]
   ... kick dirt
   Color glocks splitters just listen there's UFO visitors
   Fly paintings remainin, reclinin pro-comissioner
   One boot off he Rudolph, know he hyped flew off
   Hibernatin, dead in the makin, ear-rake him, gear-rake him
   Technician murderer, Wu hit the universe
   Our words is crush, fingers icy slush, ringers wants Mercedes bust
   Tip bottles, Movado, sailin in some Wu googles you follow
   Mail and jail letters, sendin niggaz lottos
   What made you murder my flow, what made you rival my clothes
   What made you -- fuck it, yo son these niggaz gotta owe
   I think a lot of flows, I flip exotic hoes
   We paintin pictures if it's (?) I seen a lot of those
   Gettin fly with Ghost, power just buy the boats
   RZA your vision is exquisite, daddy hide your scrolls
   Platonic chronic shows, tonic prose
   Off the meter Panasonic know, son line me a ho
  
   [Masta Killa]
   Devestatin shockwaves strikin the nation
   Newsflash, warn the people, assassination
   The hour of detonation, pure untampered or mixed in any form
   In any form mixed untampered it's pure
   Dissect each line of the rhyme
   Find my ingredients and nutrients
   Teach patience and obediance before movement
   Killer bee student enrollment
   I'm out your control and expose if it's synthetic
   Quote these plush degrees as I inject, there's many at risk
   Slang therapist Shallah Rae
   plus the people, with magnificent wordplay
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Inspectah Deck]
   Aiyyo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path
   They quoted tracks while we spoke math, blowin fast
   Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft
   I don't flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash
   Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash
   Floatin past in an alley with the oak dash
   Show the cash, watch it blow in half, it's no fair
   They goin mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads
   Crabs wanna play me close and grab
   Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin jabs
   Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag
   You posin bad, show your ass son, you won't last
   With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass
   Compose a smash, rollin grass at Ghost lab
  
   {*samples scratched: "drink to your new life.. iron flag brothers"*}