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歌词:Wu Tang Clan. Otras Canciones. Rushing Elephants.

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Reakwon

Yo we came through stomping like elephants
new Ranger supercharged that remains intelligent
Back to the former the lord
Hard Grammar
This is gods school
Make sure the lobby ain't jammed up.
Excalibur Swords C-rex
Bibles and rhymes
we in the lunch room
we eat veggies for breakfast
Polo campus, sippin lancets of crys
hundred dollar kick niggas show you half steps
Back to the dormatory, when niggas broke my forearm and index finger
now you right blurry.
true holding my flag its all engraved in my blade and when i wave it, you gonna say "rays mad"
now its 28 days later
who's up, do something
you cant, theres blood in my eye, i might get amped
rip something down
the billboard holders is next and when you see me you say "he get down"

Gza

Darkness to DNA I move with my brother, and we resonate in energy that shifts in colors,
bringing MC's punishment, then I'm done with it,
for me to lead the way on a fast break, I run with it. It was not a hobby but a childhood passion that started in a lobby and was quickly fashioned
heavy lined the lime bars to bars, clockwork,
Hazardous and powerful enough to make your block hurt.
check the total amount of Mc's inflicted with torture from moving with words thats restricted
We criticize producers till they joints is right then acupuncture the track with 10 points of light.
hitting em from welt firing positions with explosiveness that could make the deaf listen
drastic pyro plastic connected with the same ol'
down the dangerous slopes of an active Volcano.

RZA
Blitz like the Green Bay Packers,
Sat like the linebackers
hang with niggaz like red-neck crackers,
Strangle cold bottles of Becks
like a vexed German
get low behind the car,
My tec burnin, neck burnin
through 8 carats or sunlight
absorbed In the grill, Big Pun like,
Lord of the Wu-Tang Sword, know what that means?
Like J R R Tolkien is the Lord of the Rings.
This is my man Chef-Auto, like Grand Theft Auto, The eighteenth letter followed by the mark of Zorro
Plus A, mac a apple, cuz I pack a apple, someone punk back try and knock you off the saddle,
Try your milk, sundae, prailine
plump breasts was filled with saline
her big booty cousin nasty nadine,
Get you on the floor, whore, try to double team!

Inspectah Deck

Is his still that nigga?
Is he in the hood like that?
Is he really strapped
will he really spit yo shit?
I though you said he rapped?
pull up in the yard
ten cent
he aint flexin
microphone rippin
heat holdin
Wu testing
ropeadope black lotus cant quote this
Chat with the sword tounge
duck when the axe is swinging
while apache drunk
crazy horse kicking his thoughts
he wont quit
cant tell him nothin he grown
give the man room
space was demanded
beat bangin through the speaker
heat seek missiles guided at the listener
swing to the gospel
catch you at the brothel
direction of my flow optional
to the ear
dependent on the permanant ear the crowds in.