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Текст песни WU-TANG CLAN - Hellz Wind Staff

(conversation continued from the end of Duck Seazon)[";The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang";";Die!"; *sounds of fighting are heard*Verse One: Street Life( )
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind StaffWhile the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the newslike Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lungHis father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongueAnother youth dead, before the age of twenty-oneLeft his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slumsWith a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flowReact slow nigga and get, P.L.O.By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brotherwho got slain last summer by a cocaine runnerA new year is dawning, new crews is formingRival gangs warring blood steadily pouringThe streets are deep Son every day is like a rerunSo I reach out and try to teach oneBut eighty-five percent uncivilized contentNo tolerance so a lifetime is spentbehind a cage bent smoked out on a park benchKiller instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched*sounds of fighting*Verse Two: Ghostface KillahSo yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuckTell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truckTo all you slow footed penguins, duckin from thesehot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian'sSpraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball square hardStrip bars, no bras, wet leotardsand a mink in, next album blood on Seth AbramKeep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpenDiscovery Channel, cats that book at DanielCoke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboohigh school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck outon the regular for robbin a good nigga houseRough cut raw doses, the unexplainableHot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa*sounds of fighting*Verse Three: Inspectah DeckHa ha ha ha, yoWhat you know about this, specialist armed dangerousHit you close range with this madnessUnique design shine like a deep dishThe beat kick technique split all your weak shitYes, the rhythm, the RebelAlone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metalLiving legend, veteran known to set trendLethal weapon, step through your sectionwith the Force like Luke SkywalkerRhyme author, orchestrate mind tortureLive performer, bit the mic sayanoraBorderline to insane, I rain firewaterTape recorder, can't be saved by a court orderI got my sword cross your throat you jokeVerse Four: Method ManWe on the run with the golden guns, get you nonewhen it reach out and teach someone, blaze they bunsNow I'm guilty by associationTimes of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practicecommence when I throw these darts at these rappersRicochet, hit the charts, bloody your matressHold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin inShootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoctionblend like a millionAll these niggaz want cheese, is we mice or men, word upWe can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfactionOnce again, back on the block crumb snatchinBlowin backs in coldBlunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny UnidasHandle that like arthritisStill, hold a golden touch like King Midas*swords clash*Verse Five: RZADrown in problems the Heineken's imported from HollandGettin boosted off a killer bee pollen, stone columnsget trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun clapsPen'll grab the death of a thousand dumb tacksThe Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scrollSoul edged blade controls your inner poleThe thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree rootI stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruitswith Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it meanswhen bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling(";Sometimes...";) Pushed through like George Bush Operation WhoopsShots get popped on the block cause them blood to gushFrom digital to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogueThe entourage squad we stompin through Zanzibarlike herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow

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