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Wu-Tang Clan
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Hellz Wind Staff - Featuring Street Life
So get your egg crashed, by my hellz wind staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed
To tell the news like Kaity Chung
How the bullet collapsed his lung
His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the ghettos of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O.
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep, son, every day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to teach one
But eighty-five percent uncivilized content
No tolerance so a lifetime is spent
Behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench
Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched
So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck
Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slow footed penguins
Duckin' from these hot rocks that's flamin'
Chocolate for all you rap Damian's
Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel
Coke blunts hot as a fuck swatted bamboo
High school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out
On the regular for robbin' a good nigga house
Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable
Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa
Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous
Hit you close range with this madness
Unique design shine like a deep dish
The beat kick technique split all your weak shit
Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel
Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step through your section
With the force like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture
Live performer, bit the mic sayanora
Borderline to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin' the sun
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Target practice commence
When I throw these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your mattress
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin' in
Shootin' bullets at the top ten
Rhyme concoction blend like a million
All these niggaz want cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction
Once again, back on the block crumb snatchin'
Blowin' backs in cold blunted non-assassin, time for action
Johnny Unidas
Handle that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas
Drown in problems the Heineken's imported from Holland
Gettin' boosted off a killer bee pollen
Stone columns get trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps
Pen a crab to death with a thousand thumbtacks
The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll
Soul edged blade controls your inner pole
The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root
I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin' new recruits
With fatal guillotine, the black hooded team what it means
When bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling
(Sometimes)
Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the block 'cause them blood to gush
From digital to analog, the Wu-wear camouflage
The entourage squad we stompin' through Zanzibar
Like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow
Connect the Book of Shaolin like the Verrazano Narrows
Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleamo
Lex graffiti name reamer, hold 'em we rollin' askin' me though
Raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy that shit she passin' off to me though
We wax Ajax niggaz with a axe, Maxamill
You could crash a meal, got you back steel
Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills
Sit back eyein y'all niggaz out
Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out
Verb burgular, design the Wally shoe store reserve a jet status
Guidin' these vert up on my mattress
Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick
Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name
Stylin' rich, RZA made the waves in one chain
Feelin' mics like, wheelin' a bike
Slide like someone is Klondike, get your dart right
We movin' on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke
Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats
(Sometimes)
May you rot in hell
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