Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Wu Tang ClanНазвание : Bells of WarДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop gangsta rap 90s hip hop Видео:
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Verse One: U-God Yeah, yo Give me the cue Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings Verse two: Method Man There`s no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men But not these, we profound hardcore sound To MC`s thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you`ve been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical Verse Three: RZA You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks`ll be spitting You gots to be kidding, yo It`s common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can`t be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions Wack MC`s only lasted one season The morale was low at the corral Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain`t permissable Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible illegible, every egg ain`t edible My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol` Nat Cole Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon The weight of the fam is on our back and we can`t fall Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin We came to punish the glutton with a substance That can`t be contained, Wu-Tang Motherfuckers We be seeing y`all asses when we walk up in the club Y`all all in the back Scared to speak the speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is [Raekwon conversating with some people] All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right It`s like come on man This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmmmhmmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holyfield Holyfield 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 sparring Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men`s Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall`s off the hook, let`s push through the armory Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless Outro: RZA You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI`mean? It`s Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible) Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W You gonna get down with that W That`s that Wu, that`s that Wisdom YouknowhatI`msayin? That`s the Wisdom of the Universe That`s the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods YouknowhatI`msayin? We breakin egg through these days God YouknowhatI`msayin? We got the fuckin way We got the medicine for yo` sickness Out here, ya knowhatImean? I was telling Shorty like -- Yo Shorty, you don`t even gotta go to summer school Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD And you`ll get all the education you need this year YouknowhatImean? (Their poisoned minds can`t comprehend this shit) Word man, it`s Wu-Tang Forever God Niggaz can`t fuck with these lyrics God YouknowhatI`msayin? Knahmean? (Oh hell no, none of this shit) C`mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y`all niggaz (Niggaz can`t even understand half this shit) Nah (man, no) I think niggaz ain`t gonna figure it out til the year Two-G (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain`t even comin out until Two Thousand YaknowhatImean? That`s just gonna come back with a comet You hear, we gonna bring a comet (Check for that shit in the millenium) YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y`all niggaz man (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man Born Gods is here (Born God) | Похожие исполнители:
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