TANG CLAN

Текст песни WU-TANG CLAN - Reunited <br/> * no more changes are being accepted for this songIntro: RoxanneIt&#039;s Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)It&#039;s Wu, ah goin on( )<br />Verse One: The Genius/GZAReunited, double LP, we&#039;re all excitedStruck a match to the underground, industry ignitedfrom metaphorical parables to fertilize the EarthWicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turfScattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happilyTragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidlyUncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositionsYou couldn&#039;t add it up, if you mastered additionWhere I come from, gettin visual is habitualDe-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in ritualsI splash the paint on the wall, it formed the muralHe took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was pluralRhymin while impaired, dart hit your garmentPierced your internal, streamlined compartmentsJust consider the unparallel advantageOf a natural disaster that&#039;s impossible to manageVerse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/OsirusBitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funkI smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunkMoonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunkThe touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunkmy name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the churchI come like a thousand dovesBitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough loveUnglove the news, watch a nigga transfuseDirty add to the fuse, heavy at the boozeI don&#039;t walk, I get carriedGold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properlybut come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright BrothersThe Indian that sold Manhattan to the white manmy grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck outCome to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouthYou scared? Run around like a plane about to crash*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X) Yeah... and RZAVerse Three: RZAYo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak CaligulaBigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigmaStinkbox, order from pink dotMC&#039;s get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkboxWu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalkTalk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim ThorpeHow can I put it? Life is like video footageHard to edit, directors, that never understood itI&#039;m too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosageattack when you least notice through explosive postageI don&#039;t play, the rap souflee sautee for the dayRuler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm HeadSpread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jigI got the golden egg plus the gooseEighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juiceGinseng boost, I got yo&#039; neck in a nooseKeep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinctsixteen bar nickle sell more copies than KinkoGrow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete usand we return like Jesus, when the whole world need usVerse Four: Method Man/Iron LungIs it appetite for destructionSlap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttinIron Lung/Twisted MetalI see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angleWorldwide total carnage, the sickest flow