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Текст песни WU-TANG CLAN - Severe Punishment

I despise your killing, and rapingYou're... despicable Are you, my judge?It's just... you should be punishedI'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?( )
Verse One: U-GodYo, yeah, yo, yoYo, yeahCheck these high hats sting things moving through the rubbishParty robust, rec room style for you brothersTime's ticking, eruptments conductEntering one funk before the drum dry upDial, style, jab vocab slowAlphabet run, construction voice might blowTap dance swelling Hemingway novel modelFor a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottleCut down, come with something that's round and profoundBlood brothers people of colors we get downWatch this fly, force feed things being saidNine Diagram acid black evil red left hismic half a dangle, seriouser manMy mic clapper def wish, everlasting planheavenly God body, know me as the cleanerNight champion, old villain style seem akiss of spider, to God saga why botherGodfather talk drama, fly swatters Number two, Chao San PoiVerse Two: The Genius/GZAThis Wu shit be hard to kill and full blownRhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chromePro tools editing tracks that's roughCause a jam without a live MC isn't enoughSo we attack this, and grab all within reachThrow a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speechShit is copper, it ain't worth the mic standsused by backup singers in Atlantic City bandsNiggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic lineReal thin and shift through the pipelineLP's delivered with style and potentialNiggaz flowin smoothly in a sequentialorder, revealin hidden tape recordersStashed inside pockets of those who lack auraVerse Three: Raekwon the ChefTwist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back upWatch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap upPlayground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like thisTwo Kahluas one chick she's German LugerGet the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it openwith the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real onNext, Rocky, ring, call it to DecaturSlang soufleer home decorater, playerMic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblanceSomethin flashy, God dead-armed is nastyPeep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yoHe killed the God might as well throw a chair at meVerse Four: Prince Rakeem/RZAYo MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunderTell you the truth it's just one nation under a grooveGettin down for the funk of itLike Fred Sanford in the biz...Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabiliaMailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell yabout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer'sThen spread across the globe like telephone wiresThirty-six assorted, Shaolin importedchambers been recorded, you're fuckin with the loopsTime for royalty auditFabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot IndianCherokee started out smaller than amphibianThen grew to a physical body with five meridiansAs the pendulum swings closer to the milleniumtwo thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizenI got a muscle the industrial to make a hustleand politic with Leo and RussellWhen niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knivesVerse Five: Masta KillaThoughts are contained in the trenches of the brainignite, blowin the mic to Arabian heightsAs I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with thedeadly ground I hold downClassical gangland style, shots hit the ceilingPanic and confusion echoes through the buildingContinuing to build, I strive for perfectionDriven by the will to live, glocks I holdShots I give, while searchers of rescue teams

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