RZA Lyrics
RZA Lyrics
"The Whistle Lyrics"
Matters Lyrics
What you wish for, what you think The photographs you carry around What whispers to yourself when you're finally gone What you take when you go Adds up to the big number What you leave with Who you know Makes the big picture matter It doesn't matter if you're fat Wear a helmet or wear a hat If you're sorr
What you wish for, what you think The photographs you carry around What whispers to yourself when you're finally gone What you take when you go Adds up to the big number What you leave with Who you know Makes the big picture matter It doesn't matter if you're fat Wear a helmet or wear a hat If you're sorr
(feat. Masta Killa, Prodigal Sunn)
[Intro: RZA]
[whistling]
[beat kicks in]
Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Digital
[RZA]
Yo, I beat the case, now I face the acquittal
You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll lest in spittle
From a baby's lip, the digi made me flip
Plus they paid me chips, just to spray the clip
And empty out on you, in sync like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002
We be housin' crews, plus we housin' fools
In abandoned apartments with a thousand tools
Crazy shootin' dudes buck off the beat
Brainless boutless fools who be stuck off the leaf
Two guns in their hands yellin' "Fuck the police!"
On the
Photograph Lyrics
Sixteen. You looked like a photograph. Pristine. I still recall when I saw you. And I still see you standing there. Yea I still see you. That was then. This is now. And I often wonder how I've held myself together for so long. Honor was lost. Rumors were true What came through town and wiped out everyone I knew? I wo
weekend get drunk and they fuck with the niece Sixteen. You looked like a photograph. Pristine. I still recall when I saw you. And I still see you standing there. Yea I still see you. That was then. This is now. And I often wonder how I've held myself together for so long. Honor was lost. Rumors were true What came through town and wiped out everyone I knew? I wo
Of the precint chief, she got the tattoo
On her breast that's shaped like The W
Go 'head snatch the guns, son, I'll cover you
And if they get past me we got another two, yeah...
[Chorus: RZA & Prodigal Sunn]
We smoke those blunts the size of bats
We got those gats as long as ax
We snatch that cheese right off the trap
We put those Beez all on your map
[Prodigal Sunn]
I shoot the fair one, I dare ya'll run through New York City
Or any city or place, my face, royal taste, pace myself
Ace my health, great with wealth
Undetected like the wings of a Stealth, I move for
O Holy Night Lyrics
Mr. Garrison- ok children gather round, since Eric Cartman can't seem to remember the words to Oh Holy Night we are gonna try a little shock theripy, I'm gonna give one of you this cattle prod and if he forgets any word just shock him a little. Who wants the prod? Children-Me! me! Me! I wanna... Mr. Garrison-Here y
self Mr. Garrison- ok children gather round, since Eric Cartman can't seem to remember the words to Oh Holy Night we are gonna try a little shock theripy, I'm gonna give one of you this cattle prod and if he forgets any word just shock him a little. Who wants the prod? Children-Me! me! Me! I wanna... Mr. Garrison-Here y
Or any man, woman or child that I call fam
That's the way I am, word to Glock, my sister Pam
Son, lived through the terror of the World Trade blues
Nine o'clock news, abused the mind of many fools
Braves and jewels, made my moves, paid my dues
From the School of Intelligence, I stayed benevolent
Most high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the Kings of Kings
We never die, built my name, sustained like blood
Flow through the veins divine sign
Dine with wine forever sunshine
[Chorus]
[RZA]
We smoke...
[Masta Killa]
From the Vil to Brazil, live on your C-SPAN radio band
Explicit, dice kiss it, pour a
Ode To Billie Joe Lyrics
It was the third of June another sleepy dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was a bailin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat And mama hollered out the backdoor you all remember to wipe your feet And then she said I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Wridge Today Bi
little liquor It was the third of June another sleepy dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was a bailin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat And mama hollered out the backdoor you all remember to wipe your feet And then she said I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Wridge Today Bi
Golden imported from Cuba, Miss Aruba
Sexy as Asia, met her up in Mecca
Getting up in Just Cipher, hit it on the first date
Plotted my escape, twelve hours shift at the gate
How can you beat a G a week in '88?
Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh Izod
Mama shouldn't work so hard to pay the landlord
A grand in your birthday card, times is hard
The gun hammer click, when the pigs blitz
We scramble like Vick, automatic six plus one to the head
Yo, the east so hot, it's red, but that's home
And my Glock still burn your skin to the bone
Sonny Corleone don't discuss it on the phone
[Chorus to end]