作词 : Wu Tang Clan 作曲 : Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Robert Diggs/Russell Jones/Gary Grice/Lamont Hawkins/Clifford Smith/Jason Hunter The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Verse One: U-God Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like ******* straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pu*******n' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Verse Two: Inspectah Deck Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff ******z, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony ******z are outlined in chalk I'm mad vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin ******z like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the ******z with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good ****** for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass ******z with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty ******z up in here now, who kill ******z fathers Chorus: Method Man My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low.. I'm cherry bombin *******ts... BOOM Just warmin'upenin', hm, hm, hm. Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stackeinin', hands clappinen' At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DU H...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore ******z be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the *******t right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast *******t You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that *******t? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin ******z is jettin I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!] Verse Six: Masta Killa Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killa Looks like the work of a Masta Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Movin on a ****** with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHER ****** CON TENDER Chorus
作词 : Wu Tang Clan 作曲 : Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Robert Diggs/Russell Jones/Gary Grice/Lamont Hawkins/Clifford Smith/Jason Hunter The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Verse One: U-God Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like ******* straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pu*******n' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Verse Two: Inspectah Deck Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff ******z, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony ******z are outlined in chalk I'm mad vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin ******z like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the ******z with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good ****** for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass ******z with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty ******z up in here now, who kill ******z fathers Chorus: Method Man My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low.. I'm cherry bombin *******ts... BOOM Just warmin'upenin', hm, hm, hm. Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stackeinin', hands clappinen' At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DU H...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore ******z be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the *******t right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast *******t You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that *******t? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin ******z is jettin I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!] Verse Six: Masta Killa Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killa Looks like the work of a Masta Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Movin on a ****** with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHER ****** CON TENDER Chorus
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