Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan - Sunshower
Wu-Tang Clan - Sunshower слова песни
* appears on the international version of the album[RZA]Yo... this song is...Aiyyo Dunn this song is called SunshowerCause we approachin the final hourYou know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right nowIs stay close to your families, and all your loved onesCause this globe is about to explode with hatredThey killin for pennies, knahmsayin?Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yoTrouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 visionof the prism of light but still blindbecause you lack the inner, every sinnerwill end up in the everlastin winter of hellfireThrow on this mix just picks your third eye outyou cry out your words fly out, and sounds die outYou remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal externalAlong with your wicked fraternal from generals to colonelsReleasin thermonuclear heat that burns you firmlyAnd permanently upon this journeyThrough the journal of the book of lifeThose who took a life without justicewill become just ice ice iceIt`s been taught that your worst enemy can harm youas much as your own wicked thoughtsWhat devils fought we wrought, and let`s annointNow you`re bein persecuted by that universal court court courtIron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of sandalwith rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismansBurn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensionsI`m convinced, Allah is God always has been always will beYou could travel every square inch of the planet Earth and still beninety-three million miles away from the sunTil you realize you and the sun is one, like the knowledgeKnow the ledge to where your heart isor fall off into the internal hell that`s unchartedLight travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per secondthrough time and space, until it reach a targetAnd once we`re freed of darkness, and show em where the pathYo as the Red Sea was parted, into these straightat the narrow gate, but why that`s a road to destruction and hateWhat you thought life was a sport? A game?One hundred years short, know the soul is immortalWalk through many portals, and those who go astraywill pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshitain`t worth the eternity inside a sulfur lakeWith dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginateInstead, I chose to become a newlywed to the true breadof life and fed God Degree of light to my headIt`s been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awakeAnd take care of my brother, and uncover reveal the skinso we can see each other, cause every colorthat makes the light appear duller, who`s the colored man?Who`s the original, who`s the biochemicalWho`s the grafted digital, digital, digital, digitalDigital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yoTwo hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breathWhile niggaz minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms beneaththe sea of reality, they can`t inhale deep, devils have emStagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnumAnd shatter bone fragmentsCops love the block you gettin backed up by DragnetThrown into a six by eight steel cabinetFlippin weights readin ancient tablets, back on the block nobody`s havin itThose who haven`t learnt get returnedYou freaky ass niggaz get burnedSome walk around like they ain`t concernedwith the hell goin on inside the worldWhy do grown men molest little girls?Is it because the girl`s breast has swelledto the size of a woman, although she`s twelveThe whole world is sick, sick, sickTrapped up in six, six, sixI started off as a pawn in this marathon of lifeTryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up BabylonA vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we`re from paragongoin in circles, like a ferris wheelUndernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of lifeUse my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of nightTo far heights so dark that even wit a bright lightyou couldn`t see a spark of lightWhile others play ball, I recall, me and GZA, Dirtyhangin in halls, bangin on wallsKickin rhymes three hours straight with no pauseBoostin from Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgueKept razorblade between the jaws, breakin all lawsStarted out writin fables to makin beats on lunchroom tablesto wearin long cables that hung down to the navelSo pack some crack and fat sacks of skunkto funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie bluntsDust cocktails and primos, shot more dice than casinosBack when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC`sAll and together now crew B.C.C.REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D.Ol Dirty stalked East New York GZA maintained Franklin LaneI was going to Thomas the Jeff, where students got slainOld Earth got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to CurtisTook share time in Marquis, U-God general contractin serviceWhile Meth Chef and Deck was off the Nu-dolFor white boys who took steroidsBuildin up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoidsBack when our girlfriends was virginsCuttin class with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Mary BirchemA Maybeldine beacon night school Washington IrvingThese young Gods was seekinHoes in Westinghouse and Clara Parton and MedinaGirls who sung like SarafinaOn the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen herAs if I dreamed herI was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notesSo it`s always hopeSee subway train run through the city like blood through the veinsTo the heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the brainSo take heed to these wordsAnd feel the power of the SunshowerApproachin the final hourPower equality, Allah sees everythingLet`s come together under the wingsAnd take flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, RyzarectaIn your sector