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  • 作曲 : Coles, Diggs, Hill, James, Woods
    We are the g o-ds
    And we came to rock the spot
    Like ironman starks

    They be the illest mcs in the world today

    Cappa raekwon and the r-z-a

    So listen to them clear and put the box right near your ear
    Light your blunts and down your beers
    Cause you could never **** with wu-tang killer beez

    Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
    Knowledgists street astrologists
    Light up the mic god knowledge this
    Fly joints that carried your points
    Corolla motorola holder

    Play it god he pack over the shoulder
    Chrome tanks player like yanks check the franchise
    Front on my guys my enterprise splash many lives

    Rapel on fakes like reflectors
    He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
    We can can him manhandle him if you wanna
    Run in his crib-o get ditto skate like a limo
    And jet to the flyest estate relate take a break
    Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like drake
    Thugs they be booing and screwing we canoeing
    Claim they doin the same **** we doin **** your unit
    Its the same style rza trainable jump the turnstyle
    On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
    Especially that aluminum bat in the act
    Relax lay back sell a grenade a day it pays black
    The mac-10 flex white cats like windex
    Index finger be sore bustin these fly scripts
    The wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
    Layin with my *****es and my mans in lex lands
    We losin em jet to the stash and now jerusalem
    Abusin em rockin his jewels like we usin em
    Low pro star seven thick waves rock polar
    Roll with the older god build with the son and the star
    All these mcs start realizing
    That ghost got that **** thatll keep you vibing
    The wu is here to bring you shaolins finest
    But if your shields are weak you better step behind us
    Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
    Red and white wallys that match bend my baseball hat
    Doin forever **** like pissin out the window on turnpikes
    Robbin ****** for leathers high swipin on dirt bikes
    Voice be metal like von harper radio bubble

    Murder sleep away camp the fly lady champ
    The arsonist who burn with his pen regardless

    Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
    In the phillipines pick herbal beans bubbling strings

    Body chemical cream we burn kerosene
    The conviction of my tape is rape wicked like nixon
    Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
    Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive

    I slapbox with jesus lick shots at joseph
    Zoomin like binoculars the rap blacksmith
    Moneys rolex with sparkles chef ragtop is spotless
    Im iron man no cheap cash metal Im steel alloy
    True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
    Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
    The track hit like the bangers in hundred watt boxes
    Yo jostling these cats while little j be deli-ing
    Sip irish moss out of widelians

    Give me the the fifty thou small bills
    My gold plate my slang kills
    My benz spills whattup lils
    Murder one dunn

    Killer bee stung guess who back home son
    My technique of slang camp won third platoon soon
    Cristal bottles cages of boom probably wardrobe
    The mad-hatter big **** style beware goons
    Smuggle balloons lord of dooms in fat ***** wombs
    Let the gods build pull up the grill
    Check out the mad skills
    Top secret technique too hard for you to peep it
    And keep it jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang
    Sweep it out of order ape recorder cant record my slaughter
    Spoil the rotten don is too good to be forgotten
    High top notch borderline rhymes is handcocked
    Ninety-six my ill sound clash is still hot

    Get yourself shot
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : Coles, Diggs, Hill, James, Woods
    [00:00.88]We are the g o-ds
    [00:04.91]And we came to rock the spot
    [00:09.20]Like ironman starks
    [00:12.59]
    [00:13.19]They be the illest mcs in the world today
    [00:18.37]
    [00:19.49]Cappa raekwon and the r-z-a
    [00:23.86]
    [00:25.73]So listen to them clear and put the box right near your ear
    [00:30.90]Light your blunts and down your beers
    [00:33.95]Cause you could never **** with wu-tang killer beez
    [00:39.01]
    [01:00.34]Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
    [01:02.35]Knowledgists street astrologists
    [01:03.93]Light up the mic god knowledge this
    [01:05.38]Fly joints that carried your points
    [01:06.99]Corolla motorola holder
    [01:07.65]
    [01:08.28]Play it god he pack over the shoulder
    [01:10.21]Chrome tanks player like yanks check the franchise
    [01:12.56]Front on my guys my enterprise splash many lives
    [01:14.81]
    [01:15.37]Rapel on fakes like reflectors
    [01:17.12]He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
    [01:19.96]We can can him manhandle him if you wanna
    [01:22.32]Run in his crib-o get ditto skate like a limo
    [01:25.04]And jet to the flyest estate relate take a break
    [01:27.65]Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like drake
    [01:30.17]Thugs they be booing and screwing we canoeing
    [01:31.94]Claim they doin the same **** we doin **** your unit
    [01:34.40]Its the same style rza trainable jump the turnstyle
    [01:36.48]On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
    [01:39.64]Especially that aluminum bat in the act
    [01:42.09]Relax lay back sell a grenade a day it pays black
    [01:44.71]The mac-10 flex white cats like windex
    [01:46.60]Index finger be sore bustin these fly scripts
    [01:49.39]The wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
    [01:51.98]Layin with my *****es and my mans in lex lands
    [01:54.64]We losin em jet to the stash and now jerusalem
    [01:56.71]Abusin em rockin his jewels like we usin em
    [01:59.18]Low pro star seven thick waves rock polar
    [02:02.01]Roll with the older god build with the son and the star
    [02:06.34]All these mcs start realizing
    [02:08.15]That ghost got that **** thatll keep you vibing
    [02:12.63]The wu is here to bring you shaolins finest
    [02:17.40]But if your shields are weak you better step behind us
    [02:22.38]Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
    [02:26.03]Red and white wallys that match bend my baseball hat
    [02:28.43]Doin forever **** like pissin out the window on turnpikes
    [02:31.08]Robbin ****** for leathers high swipin on dirt bikes
    [02:33.55]Voice be metal like von harper radio bubble
    [02:35.15]
    [02:35.96]Murder sleep away camp the fly lady champ
    [02:38.31]The arsonist who burn with his pen regardless
    [02:40.24]
    [02:40.80]Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
    [02:43.24]In the phillipines pick herbal beans bubbling strings
    [02:45.13]
    [02:45.68]Body chemical cream we burn kerosene
    [02:48.03]The conviction of my tape is rape wicked like nixon
    [02:50.38]Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
    [02:53.06]Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
    [02:54.81]
    [02:55.44]I slapbox with jesus lick shots at joseph
    [02:57.94]Zoomin like binoculars the rap blacksmith
    [03:00.25]Moneys rolex with sparkles chef ragtop is spotless
    [03:02.77]Im iron man no cheap cash metal Im steel alloy
    [03:05.25]True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
    [03:07.06]Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
    [03:10.25]The track hit like the bangers in hundred watt boxes
    [03:12.65]Yo jostling these cats while little j be deli-ing
    [03:15.54]Sip irish moss out of widelians
    [03:18.17]
    [03:41.93]Give me the the fifty thou small bills
    [03:43.19]My gold plate my slang kills
    [03:44.32]My benz spills whattup lils
    [03:45.30]Murder one dunn
    [03:45.96]
    [03:46.87]Killer bee stung guess who back home son
    [03:48.84]My technique of slang camp won third platoon soon
    [03:51.82]Cristal bottles cages of boom probably wardrobe
    [03:54.32]The mad-hatter big **** style beware goons
    [03:56.69]Smuggle balloons lord of dooms in fat ***** wombs
    [03:58.93]Let the gods build pull up the grill
    [04:01.25]Check out the mad skills
    [04:02.03]Top secret technique too hard for you to peep it
    [04:04.35]And keep it jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang
    [04:07.03]Sweep it out of order ape recorder cant record my slaughter
    [04:09.18]Spoil the rotten don is too good to be forgotten
    [04:11.47]High top notch borderline rhymes is handcocked
    [04:13.00]Ninety-six my ill sound clash is still hot
    [04:17.09]
    [04:17.93]Get yourself shot