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Wu-Tang Clan - Can It Be All So Simple (Official Video)
Official Video for ”Can It Be All So Simple” by Wu-Tang Clan
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Lyrics:
Dedicated to the winners and the losers
(Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-by's)
C...
published: 07 Feb 2013
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Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Official HD Video)
Official HD Video for ”Method Man” by Wu-Tang Clan
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Lyrics:
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
#WuTangClan #MethodMan #OfficialVideo #HDRemastered
published: 07 Feb 2013
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GZA feat. Raekwon & Ghostface Killah & U-God - Investigative Reports
Album: Liquid Swords
Year: 1995
Track: 10
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples: "I'd Be So Happy" by Three Dog Night
Lyrics:
[here we go, come on]
[A, A battle was fought, in Brooklyn...]
[Hessian Soldiers killed 3,000 men; much of the fighting
took place in what is now Prospect Park in Greenwood cemetary,
as well as the Park Slope and Gowanas neighborhoods.]
[This was the first battle, of America.]
[Intro/Outro: U-God]
Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low blowers
Illegal... cocaine growers
Starvation, profanity
Anxiety, brothers tryin me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinkin, plus I'm analyzin young
youths on ro...
published: 11 Jan 2019
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Raekwon Talks About Making Peace With Biggie Days Before His Death | I Talked to Biggie.
Part 2 of 13
Raekwon recalls the last time he saw Big.
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published: 23 Mar 2017
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Raekwon feat. Masta Killa - The Table
Album: Immobilarity
Year: 1999
Track: 15
Track Produced By: Mike ''Trauma'' D. & Jugrnaut Of The Infinite Arkatechz
Samples: ''Field Of Tears'' by Chris Spheeris
Lyrics:
[Raekwon]
Moet got me actin like a fuckin goat in here
Yo god, remember back in the days god?
When we came a long way and shit, man?
(No question)
Supposed to be blessin each other on our physical days and shit
Yaknowimsayin, it's like basically
I wanna hit my family wit like land and all that
Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn
Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
The whole configuration stackin paper
Yo we do this, on the low though
If so, we runnin John dolo
Fi...
published: 05 May 2009
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Ghostface Killah - Cherchez LaGhost (Official Video) ft. U-God
Official Video for “Cherchez LaGhost” by Ghostface Killah feat. U-God
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Lyrics:
Tommy Mottola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love
Bro...
published: 30 Oct 2010
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Ghostface Killah feat. Raekwon - Maxine
Album: Bulletproof Wallets
Year: 2001
Track: 2
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples: "Harlem Clavinette" by J.J. Johnson
Lyrics:
[R] You got your hands on Moony shit
[G] Say "word"
[R] We gonna get high
[G] I don't give a fuck about them enemies
[R] He a bird anyway?he be taking his packages?he a snitch too
[Ghostface]
In Pam's house there was money missing
She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffin blow in the kitchen
Her kids never ate, PCW involved with her
Kids that she never seen shipped through to Florida
Maxine dark skinned and bal' headed bitch mean
Pams right here together they're the coldest fiends
Ah! Shit! Guess who arrived at the door
it's Moony the supplier swung open the door
Bitch open the door, Maxine he go'n kill me
Chill I got a friend cop, girl...
published: 19 Sep 2009
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Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. (Official HD Video)
"C.R.E.A.M." by Wu Tang Clan now in HD
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Lyrics:
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
#WuTangClan #CREAM #OfficialHDVideo
published: 21 Jan 2014
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Method Man Ft. Raekwon, La The Darkman & U-God - The Glide (with lyrics)
Sick beat = Sick rappers = Sickest song
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Lyrics:
Raekwon
Wu-Tang.. yeah (what up son) you know
It's back to that good ol' thing again, you know?
(Pass that, pass that, man) Word up, we do this tremendously
(It's on, Rae) word up from staircase to stage
Yeah.. (yo who that?) You know what it is
(Oh shit.. that's the Wu niggaz man) aiyo
Raekwon
From out the air space, I'm rockin' leather pants in the tenth grade
My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin' haze
Put this shit back in order, do it like the crack days
Stack up, you little niggaz back up, your raps suck
I demolish a maggot, faggot lines, nigga, you'se a savage
But don't never...
published: 14 Nov 2009
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Raekwon - Real Life
Album: Immobilarity
Year: 1999
Track: 5
Track Produced By: DJ Devastator
Samples: None
Lyrics:
[Conversation]:
Smash you grilla.....
That's right, that's right
A hundred and ninety-six million
nine hundred and forty thousand
square miles, on this planet
Fresh outta New York
Aiyyo,
Verse 1:
Aiyyo,
Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem
He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the door
Ready for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich
D...
published: 05 May 2009
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GZA feat. RZA - Liquid Swords
Album: Liquid Swords
Year: 1995
Track: 1
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples:
"Mercy, Mercy, Mercy" by Willie Mitchell
"Groovin'" by Willie Mitchell
"The Legend of Lone Wolf" from the movie Shogun Assassin
"That's the Way it Is" by Al Green (?)
Lyrics:
When I was little, my father was famous
He was the greatest samurai in the empire
And he was the Shogun's decapitator
He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords
It was a bad time for the empire
The Shogun just stayed inside his castle and he never came out
People said his brain was infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun but the Shogun was scared of him
Maybe that was the problem
Then, one night, the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our hous...
published: 29 Mar 2010
4:59
Wu-Tang Clan - Can It Be All So Simple (Official Video)
Official Video for ”Can It Be All So Simple” by Wu-Tang Clan
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Official Video for ”Can It Be All So Simple” by Wu-Tang Clan
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Lyrics:
Dedicated to the winners and the losers
(Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-by's)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's
(Dedicated to MPV's: phat!)
#WuTangClan #CanItBeAllSoSimple #OfficialVideo
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Official Video for ”Can It Be All So Simple” by Wu-Tang Clan
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Lyrics:
Dedicated to the winners and the losers
(Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-by's)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's
(Dedicated to MPV's: phat!)
#WuTangClan #CanItBeAllSoSimple #OfficialVideo
- published: 07 Feb 2013
- views: 19109413
4:28
Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Official HD Video)
Official HD Video for ”Method Man” by Wu-Tang Clan
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Official HD Video for ”Method Man” by Wu-Tang Clan
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Lyrics:
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
#WuTangClan #MethodMan #OfficialVideo #HDRemastered
https://wn.com/Wu_Tang_Clan_Method_Man_(Official_Hd_Video)
Official HD Video for ”Method Man” by Wu-Tang Clan
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Lyrics:
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
#WuTangClan #MethodMan #OfficialVideo #HDRemastered
- published: 07 Feb 2013
- views: 110195042
3:50
GZA feat. Raekwon & Ghostface Killah & U-God - Investigative Reports
Album: Liquid Swords
Year: 1995
Track: 10
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples: "I'd Be So Happy" by Three Dog Night
Lyrics:
[here we go, come on]
[A, A battle was...
Album: Liquid Swords
Year: 1995
Track: 10
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples: "I'd Be So Happy" by Three Dog Night
Lyrics:
[here we go, come on]
[A, A battle was fought, in Brooklyn...]
[Hessian Soldiers killed 3,000 men; much of the fighting
took place in what is now Prospect Park in Greenwood cemetary,
as well as the Park Slope and Gowanas neighborhoods.]
[This was the first battle, of America.]
[Intro/Outro: U-God]
Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low blowers
Illegal... cocaine growers
Starvation, profanity
Anxiety, brothers tryin me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinkin, plus I'm analyzin young
youths on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug?Faculties bubble ki's for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guayanese
Word up, hold your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil want that
Let's get my niggaz locked all out
Change for better, that be my only vendetta
with life, feed your seed right, he's breathin indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, plush with much ice
Gettin nice, layin back, sleek all my life
Word up!
[The battle of Brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest
clash of the American revolution.Soldiers killed
3,000 men, much of the fighting took place in what is now...]
[Chorus: U-God]
Crack patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers buildin
Save the children, investigative reports!
[Verse Two: GZA]
Callin all cars, callin all cars!Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leavin mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spot
Victims took off like astronauts
Get with this, even your best can't
come on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank-ins
Caught him at the red light - on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
than your average JFK sniper
He just came home to Spofford
Rollin like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the stutterin boy, save the planes for the five-oh
Then praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release shots and premeditate to grab...
...and then they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose blood by the gallon
[Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges...
...into high-level positions, to insure the continued
success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations]
[Chorus: U-God]
[Verse Three: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a khufi
The hundred-dollar kick rockin kid's back for more
startin gold wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, livin villain
Packed with visions, copywritten
Throwin bread to pigeons, Christ has risen, King Elegant
Slang-Master jackets, expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggaz down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, swingin from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white shadows with big barrels
of Moet-ahs, the baldheaders, milk and Amarett-ahs
who fear none, question all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns, while we angrily shot arrows
You better keep your eye on the sparrow!
[Intro/Outro]
[Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers
into high-level positions -- to insure the continued success
of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations.]
https://wn.com/Gza_Feat._Raekwon_Ghostface_Killah_U_God_Investigative_Reports
Album: Liquid Swords
Year: 1995
Track: 10
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples: "I'd Be So Happy" by Three Dog Night
Lyrics:
[here we go, come on]
[A, A battle was fought, in Brooklyn...]
[Hessian Soldiers killed 3,000 men; much of the fighting
took place in what is now Prospect Park in Greenwood cemetary,
as well as the Park Slope and Gowanas neighborhoods.]
[This was the first battle, of America.]
[Intro/Outro: U-God]
Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low blowers
Illegal... cocaine growers
Starvation, profanity
Anxiety, brothers tryin me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinkin, plus I'm analyzin young
youths on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug?Faculties bubble ki's for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guayanese
Word up, hold your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil want that
Let's get my niggaz locked all out
Change for better, that be my only vendetta
with life, feed your seed right, he's breathin indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, plush with much ice
Gettin nice, layin back, sleek all my life
Word up!
[The battle of Brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest
clash of the American revolution.Soldiers killed
3,000 men, much of the fighting took place in what is now...]
[Chorus: U-God]
Crack patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers buildin
Save the children, investigative reports!
[Verse Two: GZA]
Callin all cars, callin all cars!Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leavin mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spot
Victims took off like astronauts
Get with this, even your best can't
come on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank-ins
Caught him at the red light - on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
than your average JFK sniper
He just came home to Spofford
Rollin like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the stutterin boy, save the planes for the five-oh
Then praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release shots and premeditate to grab...
...and then they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose blood by the gallon
[Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges...
...into high-level positions, to insure the continued
success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations]
[Chorus: U-God]
[Verse Three: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a khufi
The hundred-dollar kick rockin kid's back for more
startin gold wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, livin villain
Packed with visions, copywritten
Throwin bread to pigeons, Christ has risen, King Elegant
Slang-Master jackets, expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggaz down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, swingin from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white shadows with big barrels
of Moet-ahs, the baldheaders, milk and Amarett-ahs
who fear none, question all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns, while we angrily shot arrows
You better keep your eye on the sparrow!
[Intro/Outro]
[Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers
into high-level positions -- to insure the continued success
of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations.]
- published: 11 Jan 2019
- views: 10258
2:34
Raekwon Talks About Making Peace With Biggie Days Before His Death | I Talked to Biggie.
Part 2 of 13
Raekwon recalls the last time he saw Big.
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Part 2 of 13
Raekwon recalls the last time he saw Big.
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- published: 23 Mar 2017
- views: 78972
3:04
Raekwon feat. Masta Killa - The Table
Album: Immobilarity
Year: 1999
Track: 15
Track Produced By: Mike ''Trauma'' D. & Jugrnaut Of The Infinite Arkatechz
Samples: ''Field Of Tears'' by Chris Sph...
Album: Immobilarity
Year: 1999
Track: 15
Track Produced By: Mike ''Trauma'' D. & Jugrnaut Of The Infinite Arkatechz
Samples: ''Field Of Tears'' by Chris Spheeris
Lyrics:
[Raekwon]
Moet got me actin like a fuckin goat in here
Yo god, remember back in the days god?
When we came a long way and shit, man?
(No question)
Supposed to be blessin each other on our physical days and shit
Yaknowimsayin, it's like basically
I wanna hit my family wit like land and all that
Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn
Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
The whole configuration stackin paper
Yo we do this, on the low though
If so, we runnin John dolo
First thing, you need if you don't know
We carry cuz it's a real world, show and prove
In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge
Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo
You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
Bust my gat to throw gear on her back
Damn son, why she takin you through that?
She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we
Wisin up, take care of home bases
Then we slide to another part and start more hatred
Life is sacred
The other side of that paw, you lie naked
Clothes in the box, go 'head take it
Flash back Jew status, salute moms and get ya boots splattered
Batting average, ya moms had it
Just a broke young dumb, full of cum
Ready to haunt something, takes something of yours
Here you want something
Growing up around fifteen
Watchin how the big niggas rollin wit big cream, big schemes
Quick to flash ya gat, laser beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave
Some be sayin "Let em breathe"
The others wanna deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't achieve?
Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo
We startin showin our asses, committing burgularies
One got caught, threw us all off
Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk
Wonderin how the sword talk
Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the waves spinnin on the cross, of course
Come back a little cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the pain is lost
We sittin back on a better note
Yellin "Peace god, I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable"
The Robbin Hood of the hood
Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood
Ha ha
[Masta Killa]
I make knowledge born to save self, you know?
Who gon' live it, gon' live it
Be is to be a born, knawmean?
Soaked in da grease of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver this lesson
While travellin the planet, extending development
And vote for the mind, never ended
We now send it long winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
Wit knowledge and wisdom
The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan
https://wn.com/Raekwon_Feat._Masta_Killa_The_Table
Album: Immobilarity
Year: 1999
Track: 15
Track Produced By: Mike ''Trauma'' D. & Jugrnaut Of The Infinite Arkatechz
Samples: ''Field Of Tears'' by Chris Spheeris
Lyrics:
[Raekwon]
Moet got me actin like a fuckin goat in here
Yo god, remember back in the days god?
When we came a long way and shit, man?
(No question)
Supposed to be blessin each other on our physical days and shit
Yaknowimsayin, it's like basically
I wanna hit my family wit like land and all that
Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn
Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
The whole configuration stackin paper
Yo we do this, on the low though
If so, we runnin John dolo
First thing, you need if you don't know
We carry cuz it's a real world, show and prove
In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge
Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo
You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
Bust my gat to throw gear on her back
Damn son, why she takin you through that?
She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we
Wisin up, take care of home bases
Then we slide to another part and start more hatred
Life is sacred
The other side of that paw, you lie naked
Clothes in the box, go 'head take it
Flash back Jew status, salute moms and get ya boots splattered
Batting average, ya moms had it
Just a broke young dumb, full of cum
Ready to haunt something, takes something of yours
Here you want something
Growing up around fifteen
Watchin how the big niggas rollin wit big cream, big schemes
Quick to flash ya gat, laser beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave
Some be sayin "Let em breathe"
The others wanna deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't achieve?
Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo
We startin showin our asses, committing burgularies
One got caught, threw us all off
Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk
Wonderin how the sword talk
Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the waves spinnin on the cross, of course
Come back a little cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the pain is lost
We sittin back on a better note
Yellin "Peace god, I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable"
The Robbin Hood of the hood
Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood
Ha ha
[Masta Killa]
I make knowledge born to save self, you know?
Who gon' live it, gon' live it
Be is to be a born, knawmean?
Soaked in da grease of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver this lesson
While travellin the planet, extending development
And vote for the mind, never ended
We now send it long winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
Wit knowledge and wisdom
The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan
- published: 05 May 2009
- views: 269627
3:12
Ghostface Killah - Cherchez LaGhost (Official Video) ft. U-God
Official Video for “Cherchez LaGhost” by Ghostface Killah feat. U-God
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Subscribe to the offi...
Official Video for “Cherchez LaGhost” by Ghostface Killah feat. U-God
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Lyrics:
Tommy Mottola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love
Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose
Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope
Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body)
And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie)
Schott Free and Sean C, very upset
They're sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of
Rats
I know they are over
One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin
Put a Ruff Rider on my dick, bust right through 'em
Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme
Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bacardi Lime
We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein
Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine
Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas
Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas
They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby
They'll love you one second, then hate you the next
Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (Blow 'em down God)
Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha)
Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo)
#GhostfaceKillah #CherchezLaGhost #UGod
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Official Video for “Cherchez LaGhost” by Ghostface Killah feat. U-God
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Lyrics:
Tommy Mottola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love
Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose
Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope
Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body)
And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie)
Schott Free and Sean C, very upset
They're sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of
Rats
I know they are over
One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin
Put a Ruff Rider on my dick, bust right through 'em
Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme
Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bacardi Lime
We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein
Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine
Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas
Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas
They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby
They'll love you one second, then hate you the next
Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (Blow 'em down God)
Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha)
Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo)
#GhostfaceKillah #CherchezLaGhost #UGod
- published: 30 Oct 2010
- views: 6869771
3:48
Ghostface Killah feat. Raekwon - Maxine
Album: Bulletproof Wallets
Year: 2001
Track: 2
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples: "Harlem Clavinette" by J.J. Johnson
Lyrics:
[R] You got your hands o...
Album: Bulletproof Wallets
Year: 2001
Track: 2
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples: "Harlem Clavinette" by J.J. Johnson
Lyrics:
[R] You got your hands on Moony shit
[G] Say "word"
[R] We gonna get high
[G] I don't give a fuck about them enemies
[R] He a bird anyway?he be taking his packages?he a snitch too
[Ghostface]
In Pam's house there was money missing
She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffin blow in the kitchen
Her kids never ate, PCW involved with her
Kids that she never seen shipped through to Florida
Maxine dark skinned and bal' headed bitch mean
Pams right here together they're the coldest fiends
Ah! Shit! Guess who arrived at the door
it's Moony the supplier swung open the door
Bitch open the door, Maxine he go'n kill me
Chill I got a friend cop, girl you don't know it's beef
Three long kicks the hinges flew off
Kids sreamin' they happy faced slapped blue, Maxine head off
It's on in the crib, you wrong for what you did
"You gonna pay Pam, fuck that boo kissed your kids
Y'all get the fuck in the room, fuck you, you ain't are real Daddy
Next time you see my caddy don't fucking flag me
[R] This is where he fucks up at peep his movement
Maxine's in the kitchen crying grits is falling on the side
She had a cup of lye, somebody gots to die
Uh huh, y'all bitches fucked up, smoked out my packages
You had Mackie shit and Pappy shit?
[Raekwon]
Word to Aunt May I want mine, pulled out the nine
Get in the tub, he seen the hot iron pulled the plug out
He steamed Pam brought it back to Penny on Good Times
Back in the dollar bill he sniffed like six lines
He put his Gat down, why he do that?
Creeping through the crib is Maxine pot holdin' down with the grits
Pam sucking his dick, Maxine Al Greened him screaming slipped in piss
He ran into Ceas' room, grits down cryin' aight with his balls out
He stepped on Clarences' Biggie Smalls album
Mooney get that niggaz, Pam yelling rip that niggaz
Mooney went and got that dye out the kitchen
James jumped on Moon, poked him with a screw driver
Broke the TV Niggaz watching Knight Rider
This is Pam Jerkins mother house the same shit go on in her brother house
[Ghostface]
You know Mooney is only a buck o'five wet
he only had two hundred dollars worth of shit
And the kids tore his ass up, the Ceas had a huddle up
I felt sorry for'm, the funny shit when bowlegged Keke hopped on 'im
Jumped on him pigeon toed Moony poured dye on him
You should've seen his motherfuckin' face fryin', half dyin'
They stuck a fork through his nuts
the little girl was happy she beat the brotha up
Quick pick the window up Mooney over heard
Right before they threw him out the Nigga said Word!?!
On the count of three he landed on the first floor balcony
Blood brains splashed.. he was dead? and the cops never came
That's Stapleton
All, all, all in together now
We getting fresh getting right for the weather now
And if we fall in the game, yo that's never now
Come to my projects and we'll air you out
https://wn.com/Ghostface_Killah_Feat._Raekwon_Maxine
Album: Bulletproof Wallets
Year: 2001
Track: 2
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples: "Harlem Clavinette" by J.J. Johnson
Lyrics:
[R] You got your hands on Moony shit
[G] Say "word"
[R] We gonna get high
[G] I don't give a fuck about them enemies
[R] He a bird anyway?he be taking his packages?he a snitch too
[Ghostface]
In Pam's house there was money missing
She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffin blow in the kitchen
Her kids never ate, PCW involved with her
Kids that she never seen shipped through to Florida
Maxine dark skinned and bal' headed bitch mean
Pams right here together they're the coldest fiends
Ah! Shit! Guess who arrived at the door
it's Moony the supplier swung open the door
Bitch open the door, Maxine he go'n kill me
Chill I got a friend cop, girl you don't know it's beef
Three long kicks the hinges flew off
Kids sreamin' they happy faced slapped blue, Maxine head off
It's on in the crib, you wrong for what you did
"You gonna pay Pam, fuck that boo kissed your kids
Y'all get the fuck in the room, fuck you, you ain't are real Daddy
Next time you see my caddy don't fucking flag me
[R] This is where he fucks up at peep his movement
Maxine's in the kitchen crying grits is falling on the side
She had a cup of lye, somebody gots to die
Uh huh, y'all bitches fucked up, smoked out my packages
You had Mackie shit and Pappy shit?
[Raekwon]
Word to Aunt May I want mine, pulled out the nine
Get in the tub, he seen the hot iron pulled the plug out
He steamed Pam brought it back to Penny on Good Times
Back in the dollar bill he sniffed like six lines
He put his Gat down, why he do that?
Creeping through the crib is Maxine pot holdin' down with the grits
Pam sucking his dick, Maxine Al Greened him screaming slipped in piss
He ran into Ceas' room, grits down cryin' aight with his balls out
He stepped on Clarences' Biggie Smalls album
Mooney get that niggaz, Pam yelling rip that niggaz
Mooney went and got that dye out the kitchen
James jumped on Moon, poked him with a screw driver
Broke the TV Niggaz watching Knight Rider
This is Pam Jerkins mother house the same shit go on in her brother house
[Ghostface]
You know Mooney is only a buck o'five wet
he only had two hundred dollars worth of shit
And the kids tore his ass up, the Ceas had a huddle up
I felt sorry for'm, the funny shit when bowlegged Keke hopped on 'im
Jumped on him pigeon toed Moony poured dye on him
You should've seen his motherfuckin' face fryin', half dyin'
They stuck a fork through his nuts
the little girl was happy she beat the brotha up
Quick pick the window up Mooney over heard
Right before they threw him out the Nigga said Word!?!
On the count of three he landed on the first floor balcony
Blood brains splashed.. he was dead? and the cops never came
That's Stapleton
All, all, all in together now
We getting fresh getting right for the weather now
And if we fall in the game, yo that's never now
Come to my projects and we'll air you out
- published: 19 Sep 2009
- views: 125003
4:03
Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. (Official HD Video)
"C.R.E.A.M." by Wu Tang Clan now in HD
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"C.R.E.A.M." by Wu Tang Clan now in HD
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Lyrics:
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
#WuTangClan #CREAM #OfficialHDVideo
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"C.R.E.A.M." by Wu Tang Clan now in HD
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Lyrics:
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
#WuTangClan #CREAM #OfficialHDVideo
- published: 21 Jan 2014
- views: 219363896
3:06
Method Man Ft. Raekwon, La The Darkman & U-God - The Glide (with lyrics)
Sick beat = Sick rappers = Sickest song
http://www.myspace.com/methodman
http://www.myspace.com/raekwon
http://www.myspace.com/lathedarkman
http://www.mys...
Sick beat = Sick rappers = Sickest song
http://www.myspace.com/methodman
http://www.myspace.com/raekwon
http://www.myspace.com/lathedarkman
http://www.myspace.com/ugod
Lyrics:
Raekwon
Wu-Tang.. yeah (what up son) you know
It's back to that good ol' thing again, you know?
(Pass that, pass that, man) Word up, we do this tremendously
(It's on, Rae) word up from staircase to stage
Yeah.. (yo who that?) You know what it is
(Oh shit.. that's the Wu niggaz man) aiyo
Raekwon
From out the air space, I'm rockin' leather pants in the tenth grade
My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin' haze
Put this shit back in order, do it like the crack days
Stack up, you little niggaz back up, your raps suck
I demolish a maggot, faggot lines, nigga, you'se a savage
But don't never compare me to your wack times
I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call
I straight mash out, for cash nigga, put up
The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Enemies is falling, y'all niggaz ain't good enough
Now acknowledge the strength, we stand like buildings
In the city, raise that rent up, y'all niggaz gonna give me, baby
Yeah, what, fucker, we stomp niggaz out like XUV's
Then fuck ya girl in the but-ut
Nine rap playboys, see me in the Playboy Mansion
With the playboys on, I play rid up
The chorus: La The Darkman
Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke
Disrespect fam, yo ass gon' get smoked
We got real money, seven figure deal money
I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money
U-God
Yeah, we got them anthems, we handsome and raw
All day, cops harass, but we laugh at the law
And a fiend got my stash, I blast through your door
I caught her with the four, his dame was frozen
She loves sniffing coke til her veins is bulging
You punk motherfucker, your ribs is frail
I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail
La the Darkman
Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke
Method Man
I got that sidedish super today, eye candy
With the sweetest love, one bite, your tooth'll decay
I'm moving units like I'm moving the yae, and like they say
In this business, you either in it, bitch, or you in the way
Sky's the limit, I ain't come here to play, or come to shit where I lay
Who in that six blunt, clipping his tray
Sippin' some Ice Water, dipping with Rae
Tipping these tricks, dripping for pay
And knowing half them bitches is gay
T.M.I. blowing tree in sky, we on the job
So be abvised, that wack niggaz, needing apply
S.I., represent til we die, this track is pitching to fry
Enter the Dragon, I be spitting that fire
Keep ya balls off, so calling you dogs off
Cuz word to these jeans, hanging off of my ass, I never fall off
The sensei, with this pen I slay
Pick up a queen in Miami, then get M.I.A., John Blaze, bitch
Chorus(x2)
https://wn.com/Method_Man_Ft._Raekwon,_La_The_Darkman_U_God_The_Glide_(With_Lyrics)
Sick beat = Sick rappers = Sickest song
http://www.myspace.com/methodman
http://www.myspace.com/raekwon
http://www.myspace.com/lathedarkman
http://www.myspace.com/ugod
Lyrics:
Raekwon
Wu-Tang.. yeah (what up son) you know
It's back to that good ol' thing again, you know?
(Pass that, pass that, man) Word up, we do this tremendously
(It's on, Rae) word up from staircase to stage
Yeah.. (yo who that?) You know what it is
(Oh shit.. that's the Wu niggaz man) aiyo
Raekwon
From out the air space, I'm rockin' leather pants in the tenth grade
My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin' haze
Put this shit back in order, do it like the crack days
Stack up, you little niggaz back up, your raps suck
I demolish a maggot, faggot lines, nigga, you'se a savage
But don't never compare me to your wack times
I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call
I straight mash out, for cash nigga, put up
The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Enemies is falling, y'all niggaz ain't good enough
Now acknowledge the strength, we stand like buildings
In the city, raise that rent up, y'all niggaz gonna give me, baby
Yeah, what, fucker, we stomp niggaz out like XUV's
Then fuck ya girl in the but-ut
Nine rap playboys, see me in the Playboy Mansion
With the playboys on, I play rid up
The chorus: La The Darkman
Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke
Disrespect fam, yo ass gon' get smoked
We got real money, seven figure deal money
I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money
U-God
Yeah, we got them anthems, we handsome and raw
All day, cops harass, but we laugh at the law
And a fiend got my stash, I blast through your door
I caught her with the four, his dame was frozen
She loves sniffing coke til her veins is bulging
You punk motherfucker, your ribs is frail
I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail
La the Darkman
Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke
Method Man
I got that sidedish super today, eye candy
With the sweetest love, one bite, your tooth'll decay
I'm moving units like I'm moving the yae, and like they say
In this business, you either in it, bitch, or you in the way
Sky's the limit, I ain't come here to play, or come to shit where I lay
Who in that six blunt, clipping his tray
Sippin' some Ice Water, dipping with Rae
Tipping these tricks, dripping for pay
And knowing half them bitches is gay
T.M.I. blowing tree in sky, we on the job
So be abvised, that wack niggaz, needing apply
S.I., represent til we die, this track is pitching to fry
Enter the Dragon, I be spitting that fire
Keep ya balls off, so calling you dogs off
Cuz word to these jeans, hanging off of my ass, I never fall off
The sensei, with this pen I slay
Pick up a queen in Miami, then get M.I.A., John Blaze, bitch
Chorus(x2)
- published: 14 Nov 2009
- views: 9508
3:03
Raekwon - Real Life
Album: Immobilarity
Year: 1999
Track: 5
Track Produced By: DJ Devastator
Samples: None
Lyrics:
[Conversation]:
Smash you grilla.....
That's right,...
Album: Immobilarity
Year: 1999
Track: 5
Track Produced By: DJ Devastator
Samples: None
Lyrics:
[Conversation]:
Smash you grilla.....
That's right, that's right
A hundred and ninety-six million
nine hundred and forty thousand
square miles, on this planet
Fresh outta New York
Aiyyo,
Verse 1:
Aiyyo,
Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem
He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the door
Ready for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king doing his thing
Big safes out in Beijing
Aqua green thing
One connect had turned on him
God, shit got realer than a fuck
Crackers up state want him
Marshalls came through the hood that night
Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight
Now he upstate baggin' niggas
House and Air Maxs big ACs
Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas
Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now
Who got the last laugh now
Hit his stash house
Hook:
It's called real life
Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa
Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast
Real life, lay down son you won't last
Real life
Real life
Real life
Verse 2:
February tenth day on a Wednesday
It's like grimsday
Russian hats rocking it the Benz way
That day we got guns on us
Jakes want us,
Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras
Little meek caught us
Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus
What up tuck your chain they came for us
Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles
Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I thought it was
2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz
Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub
Cocked it, where rock at, stop that
Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
All of us right there slight fear in our heart
Blink we take it right there
Doing our thing apart
Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit
Spoken loud words all we want is his head
He did some dumb shit
Beef from Miami now
Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit
Noodles caught the stair down
Now it came back to me yo
Handle it wise and brutally yo
Put down your tooly and talk like men
No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks later son seem 'em all..
I mean 'em all..
Hook
(Repeat x2)
https://wn.com/Raekwon_Real_Life
Album: Immobilarity
Year: 1999
Track: 5
Track Produced By: DJ Devastator
Samples: None
Lyrics:
[Conversation]:
Smash you grilla.....
That's right, that's right
A hundred and ninety-six million
nine hundred and forty thousand
square miles, on this planet
Fresh outta New York
Aiyyo,
Verse 1:
Aiyyo,
Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem
He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the door
Ready for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king doing his thing
Big safes out in Beijing
Aqua green thing
One connect had turned on him
God, shit got realer than a fuck
Crackers up state want him
Marshalls came through the hood that night
Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight
Now he upstate baggin' niggas
House and Air Maxs big ACs
Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas
Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now
Who got the last laugh now
Hit his stash house
Hook:
It's called real life
Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa
Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast
Real life, lay down son you won't last
Real life
Real life
Real life
Verse 2:
February tenth day on a Wednesday
It's like grimsday
Russian hats rocking it the Benz way
That day we got guns on us
Jakes want us,
Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras
Little meek caught us
Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus
What up tuck your chain they came for us
Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles
Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I thought it was
2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz
Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub
Cocked it, where rock at, stop that
Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
All of us right there slight fear in our heart
Blink we take it right there
Doing our thing apart
Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit
Spoken loud words all we want is his head
He did some dumb shit
Beef from Miami now
Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit
Noodles caught the stair down
Now it came back to me yo
Handle it wise and brutally yo
Put down your tooly and talk like men
No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks later son seem 'em all..
I mean 'em all..
Hook
(Repeat x2)
- published: 05 May 2009
- views: 76706
4:31
GZA feat. RZA - Liquid Swords
Album: Liquid Swords
Year: 1995
Track: 1
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples:
"Mercy, Mercy, Mercy" by Willie Mitchell
"Groovin'" by Willie Mitchell
"The Lege...
Album: Liquid Swords
Year: 1995
Track: 1
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples:
"Mercy, Mercy, Mercy" by Willie Mitchell
"Groovin'" by Willie Mitchell
"The Legend of Lone Wolf" from the movie Shogun Assassin
"That's the Way it Is" by Al Green (?)
Lyrics:
When I was little, my father was famous
He was the greatest samurai in the empire
And he was the Shogun's decapitator
He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords
It was a bad time for the empire
The Shogun just stayed inside his castle and he never came out
People said his brain was infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun but the Shogun was scared of him
Maybe that was the problem
Then, one night, the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house
They were supposed to kill my father but they didn't
That was the night everything changed
See, sometimes
You gotta flash 'em back
See niggaz don't know where this shit started
Y'all know where it came from
I'm sayin' we gonna take y'all back to the source
We bounce, yo
When the MC's came to live our their name
And to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
With before Pete rocked it on, now gone
That the mental plane to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo, RZA, flip the track with the, what to gut
Check 'em
Fake niggaz get flipped
In mic fights, I swing swords and cut clown
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some wild out shit to insert a fiend
But it was yo out the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin' smart
I put mad pressure on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt, once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga, I think
I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it
Now, when the MC's came to live our their name
And to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
'Fore Pete rocked it on, now gone
That the mental plane just to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo, RZA, flip the track with the, what?
I'm on a mission, that niggaz say is impossible
But when I swing my swords, they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
'Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station and attack
While your plan failed, hit the rail like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by low, I make law
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
'Round the clock, that state pen time check it
With the pens I be stickin' but you can't stick to crime
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the D L
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
Now, come aboard, it's Medina bound
Enter the chamber and it's a whole different sound
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
So deep, it's picked up on radios in tunnels
Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
When the MC's came to live our their name
And to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
'Fore Pete rocked it on, now gone
That the mental plane just to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo, RZA, flip the track with the, what the fuck
[Incomprehensible]
https://wn.com/Gza_Feat._Rza_Liquid_Swords
Album: Liquid Swords
Year: 1995
Track: 1
Track Produced By: RZA
Samples:
"Mercy, Mercy, Mercy" by Willie Mitchell
"Groovin'" by Willie Mitchell
"The Legend of Lone Wolf" from the movie Shogun Assassin
"That's the Way it Is" by Al Green (?)
Lyrics:
When I was little, my father was famous
He was the greatest samurai in the empire
And he was the Shogun's decapitator
He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords
It was a bad time for the empire
The Shogun just stayed inside his castle and he never came out
People said his brain was infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun but the Shogun was scared of him
Maybe that was the problem
Then, one night, the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house
They were supposed to kill my father but they didn't
That was the night everything changed
See, sometimes
You gotta flash 'em back
See niggaz don't know where this shit started
Y'all know where it came from
I'm sayin' we gonna take y'all back to the source
We bounce, yo
When the MC's came to live our their name
And to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
With before Pete rocked it on, now gone
That the mental plane to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo, RZA, flip the track with the, what to gut
Check 'em
Fake niggaz get flipped
In mic fights, I swing swords and cut clown
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some wild out shit to insert a fiend
But it was yo out the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin' smart
I put mad pressure on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt, once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga, I think
I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it
Now, when the MC's came to live our their name
And to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
'Fore Pete rocked it on, now gone
That the mental plane just to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo, RZA, flip the track with the, what?
I'm on a mission, that niggaz say is impossible
But when I swing my swords, they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
'Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station and attack
While your plan failed, hit the rail like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by low, I make law
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
'Round the clock, that state pen time check it
With the pens I be stickin' but you can't stick to crime
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the D L
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
Now, come aboard, it's Medina bound
Enter the chamber and it's a whole different sound
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
So deep, it's picked up on radios in tunnels
Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
When the MC's came to live our their name
And to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
'Fore Pete rocked it on, now gone
That the mental plane just to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo, RZA, flip the track with the, what the fuck
[Incomprehensible]
- published: 29 Mar 2010
- views: 9808004