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Текст песни WU - TANG CLAN

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Текст песни WU-TANG CLAN - Bells Of War




Verse One: U-GodYeah, yoGive me the cueSkip the introduction, prosate the lip functionThe junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weedSplatter your belly like some Attica fellas( )Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swellingInsert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has themThoroughbred thugs insert the fantasmVerbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scriptureExotic wine, holding nine, Picasso picturesWhen the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chanceBodyguard the lyric with unlimited stanceWords seem to zing on down to BejingWhen we touch down you crown renowned kingsVerse two: Method ManThere's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceuticalStack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad menBut not these, we profound hardcore soundTo MC's thumbs down, prepareKilla bees it be warfare, this the yearNiggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the squareIf we go there we go grittyAnd spread fear through this rap city, call the mayorMy razor sharp darts be like cold stairsThe smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dareAsk yourself can you compareto these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goodeor he be gone, yeahThe struggle goes on, you've been warnedP.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombsMust we drop in the Ninety-NowWalk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-TicalVerse Three: RZAYou gots to be kidding, you gots to be kiddingAiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spittingYou gots to be kidding, yoIt's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you denseI get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizanceCan't be judged, young bloods bust back like scudsWu-Tang harvest one thousand notches aboveMC level, yo, I stay high as like trebleFoes who oppose get plucked like rose pedalsArresting and holding, penetrate for better regionsWack MC's only lasted one seasonThe morale was low at the corralAdjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose ouraim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig AllahAll that other bullshit ain't permissableAnnual increase of the Wu-Tang ManualHandles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangibleillegible, every egg ain't edibleMy tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat ColeGot to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacierThrow chairs to deck a skyscraperUnderstand that the continents of Africa and Asiaand free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-TangInterlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, RaekwonThe weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fallVictim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttinWe came to punish the glutton with a substanceThat can't be contained, Wu-TangMotherfuckersWe be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the clubY'all all in the backScared to speak the speak cause you scaredPunk motherfucker, we know what time it is[Raekwon conversating with some people]All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit rightIt's like come on manThis nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker Dang, he caught WhittakerMmmmhmmm He caught Whittaker a long time agoMike got touched Then Mike got touched by HolyfieldHolyfield 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 sparringVerse Five: Ghostface KillahStyle adoral rap pressing, David BerkowitzEinstein birth to hit, now nurture itM.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gensPurified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men'sFix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the crossAll you saw was white meat, skin hangin offThese is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six upThe Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissorWax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from CanadaSlam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of theMonopoly king, Slavic poetryCarnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armoryMack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers




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