Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics
"Reunited Lyrics"
I Got a Woman Lyrics
Well, I got a woman, way on the town She's good to me, oh,yeah Said, I got a woman, way on the town good to me, oh, yeah She gives me money, when i dime need Yes, she's the kind, read indeed Said, I got a woman, way 'cross town She's good for me, oh, yeah She say she love me early in the morning Just for me, oh, yeah She say she love me early in the morning Just for me, oh, yeah She say she love me, just for me yes, she love me so tenderly Said, I got a w
Well, I got a woman, way on the town She's good to me, oh,yeah Said, I got a woman, way on the town good to me, oh, yeah She gives me money, when i dime need Yes, she's the kind, read indeed Said, I got a woman, way 'cross town She's good for me, oh, yeah She say she love me early in the morning Just for me, oh, yeah She say she love me early in the morning Just for me, oh, yeah She say she love me, just for me yes, she love me so tenderly Said, I got a w
Intro: Roxanne
It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)
It's Wu, ah goin on
Verse One: The Genius/GZA
Reunited, double LP, we're all excited
Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus
Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit
You Are Lost My Dear Lyrics
This Strange situatien makes you sad you feel a big piece of shit in your poor head yeah, take it easy my little friend it's only beginning, no, no, not the end. Don't make me laugh, you wanna use the knife I got better poison, honey, you gotta stay alive Don't make me sad, you really want to leave By the way you're right, death is health, that's true. Now you gonna lie, now you gonna try try to run for your life fake your silly smile, try to stop your cry You're bleeding, you're s
the funkThis Strange situatien makes you sad you feel a big piece of shit in your poor head yeah, take it easy my little friend it's only beginning, no, no, not the end. Don't make me laugh, you wanna use the knife I got better poison, honey, you gotta stay alive Don't make me sad, you really want to leave By the way you're right, death is health, that's true. Now you gonna lie, now you gonna try try to run for your life fake your silly smile, try to stop your cry You're bleeding, you're s
I smoke the feet of the skunk, tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
I don't walk, I get carried
Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash
*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*
[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X)
Yeah... and RZA
Verse Three: RZA
Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
Bigger dick sex enigm
Dusty Springfield- "La Bamba" Lyrics
In order to dance the bamba In order to dance the bamba You need a bit of grace A bit of grace For you I will be for you I will be I'm not a sailor I'm not a sailor I'm captain I'm captain Dance the bamba Dance the bamba no, no, no Dance the bamba Dance the bamba In order to dance the bamba In order to dance the bamba You need a bit of grace A bit of grace For you I will be for you I will be Dance the bamba, hey Da
a pistol fertilize your stigmaIn order to dance the bamba In order to dance the bamba You need a bit of grace A bit of grace For you I will be for you I will be I'm not a sailor I'm not a sailor I'm captain I'm captain Dance the bamba Dance the bamba no, no, no Dance the bamba Dance the bamba In order to dance the bamba In order to dance the bamba You need a bit of grace A bit of grace For you I will be for you I will be Dance the bamba, hey Da
Stinkbox, order from pink dot
MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
attack when you least notice through explosive postage
I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
I got the golden egg plus the goose
Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko
Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us
Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung
Is it appetite for destruction
Slap a murde
Secret language of trees Lyrics
now the birds speak in secret rhythms and the trees bark in secret sounds and the people rush in secret thought and they push the thoughts into the shape of words and sometimes someone among us sticks her head into the shiny phosphorus blue vat of language and listens, like a skeleton to the pulsing of life within, and she tells us of secret rattling angles to watch for and to reach into with strange oceans and deafening skies that can be mapped and measuredr rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin
Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
It's only right you pay homage
to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal
Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals
got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
Drunk off of cheap wine
Each line be on point when I speak mine
On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, enter the Wu
Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through
Outro: Roxanne
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X)
*violins play on for a while*
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X)
Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
Wu-Tannnnnnnng
[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
[Roxanne] And RZA...
now the birds speak in secret rhythms and the trees bark in secret sounds and the people rush in secret thought and they push the thoughts into the shape of words and sometimes someone among us sticks her head into the shiny phosphorus blue vat of language and listens, like a skeleton to the pulsing of life within, and she tells us of secret rattling angles to watch for and to reach into with strange oceans and deafening skies that can be mapped and measured
Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
It's only right you pay homage
to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal
Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals
got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
Drunk off of cheap wine
Each line be on point when I speak mine
On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, enter the Wu
Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through
Outro: Roxanne
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X)
*violins play on for a while*
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X)
Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
Wu-Tannnnnnnng
[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
[Roxanne] And RZA...