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  • 作词 : Wu-Tang Clan/Darryl Hill/DeVon Harris
    作曲 : Wu-Tang Clan/Darryl Hill/DeVon Harris
    Hang glide for my *****
    TicalYo, word to
    God we run this whole s*it, son
    Right that's my word
    Guaranteed you're dealin' with the invincible
    That's my word,
    Persian legacy one time, one time
    Check the science of the black man
    Stationary ******, have fun on this right here
    Yo Shorty cross your arms
    Gonna rock ****** to sleep this year
    Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer
    Rocky road roll dark greener
    Cream fade mas, name your
    God Ukarema
    Shout out
    Medina, federaloes
    NoxzemaMe jury cleaner,
    Million Man
    March screamers
    Rae Cartegna, cut your joint
    WolverineThe lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her
    How I got that yo, threw out the macker named
    GinaBust a shot, seen her, it ricocheted, tapped
    TinaNow I'm out, lampin' in
    Korea with
    TalimaWe moseyin', sweatsuit
    Adidas, best believe
    I got the black heater little joint, probably
    MoschinoYo,
    Bobby Robby, whattup,
    Max tried to follow me
    Sadaam loungin', clean up collect, like the laundry
    It's time yo swerve like the
    Nike lineWindbreaker
    Laker throw a jump shot scrape her
    Statuary yo floatin' that snatch-uary
    Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, **** pass the dutch
    Yo, this is
    MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
    Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients
    My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
    Are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the bas***nt
    I suplex your rap, left ruined like the
    AztecsParasites, double edge dice your larynx
    My hip-hop, swarmin' team locked inside the detox
    Under key flock, it's like
    B-block and
    E-glocksYou're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail
    I strike the cypher and let one survive to tell the tale
    Of my state of grace,
    I raise the stakes on snakes
    Knock 'em off like the big eights for takin' up space
    Never did fear 'em, stick 'em with the truth serum
    Who sent 'em, arrest 'em before my charge is ended
    Designated hitter flows with the transistor
    Kinetic globes light will then s*ine, burns your retina
    Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster
    Before and after,
    I be self lord and master
    I be the Ironside, get touched with the chloride
    Take walk with the
    Nine Finger bandits worldwide
    Shaolin hillside, full of homicides
    **** you dissastified the double dyed black brown
    I adviseYo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout
    Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my **** out
    I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed
    Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh
    It sound far fetched, mountain men that be rich
    You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched
    The Jeffrey
    Dahmer Notre
    Damer sing the song the strongest
    Brute force bullet hole straight through your chorus
    Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut
    A can of ass whoopin' flurry shake, break you ****s
    Struck, love crooks, why for lyin' hooks
    Chef c*****e cook, a marvelous book
    This death bent doctrine, paper for the youth
    What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth
    Last night,
    I took a trip down to
    Crown Heights
    Fast life, females are trife, stay tight
    I detect that parasite, satellite
    RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows
    My slang sound write secretary type
    Backflip on the mic,
    I'm the poor black man
    Workin' hard for the grand,
    I understand clear
    Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours
    My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours
    Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street
    Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack
    Wu article
    CappaFive,
    CD attackBut my talk stage live killa beehive
    Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts
    Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts
    Check out my arts, when
    I release my smarts
    Hot like Pop
    Tarts, aim me at the charts
  • 作词 : Wu-Tang Clan/Darryl Hill/DeVon Harris
    作曲 : Wu-Tang Clan/Darryl Hill/DeVon Harris
    Hang glide for my *****
    TicalYo, word to
    God we run this whole s*it, son
    Right that's my word
    Guaranteed you're dealin' with the invincible
    That's my word,
    Persian legacy one time, one time
    Check the science of the black man
    Stationary ******, have fun on this right here
    Yo Shorty cross your arms
    Gonna rock ****** to sleep this year
    Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer
    Rocky road roll dark greener
    Cream fade mas, name your
    God Ukarema
    Shout out
    Medina, federaloes
    NoxzemaMe jury cleaner,
    Million Man
    March screamers
    Rae Cartegna, cut your joint
    WolverineThe lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her
    How I got that yo, threw out the macker named
    GinaBust a shot, seen her, it ricocheted, tapped
    TinaNow I'm out, lampin' in
    Korea with
    TalimaWe moseyin', sweatsuit
    Adidas, best believe
    I got the black heater little joint, probably
    MoschinoYo,
    Bobby Robby, whattup,
    Max tried to follow me
    Sadaam loungin', clean up collect, like the laundry
    It's time yo swerve like the
    Nike lineWindbreaker
    Laker throw a jump shot scrape her
    Statuary yo floatin' that snatch-uary
    Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, **** pass the dutch
    Yo, this is
    MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
    Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients
    My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
    Are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the bas***nt
    I suplex your rap, left ruined like the
    AztecsParasites, double edge dice your larynx
    My hip-hop, swarmin' team locked inside the detox
    Under key flock, it's like
    B-block and
    E-glocksYou're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail
    I strike the cypher and let one survive to tell the tale
    Of my state of grace,
    I raise the stakes on snakes
    Knock 'em off like the big eights for takin' up space
    Never did fear 'em, stick 'em with the truth serum
    Who sent 'em, arrest 'em before my charge is ended
    Designated hitter flows with the transistor
    Kinetic globes light will then s*ine, burns your retina
    Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster
    Before and after,
    I be self lord and master
    I be the Ironside, get touched with the chloride
    Take walk with the
    Nine Finger bandits worldwide
    Shaolin hillside, full of homicides
    **** you dissastified the double dyed black brown
    I adviseYo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout
    Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my **** out
    I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed
    Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh
    It sound far fetched, mountain men that be rich
    You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched
    The Jeffrey
    Dahmer Notre
    Damer sing the song the strongest
    Brute force bullet hole straight through your chorus
    Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut
    A can of ass whoopin' flurry shake, break you ****s
    Struck, love crooks, why for lyin' hooks
    Chef c*****e cook, a marvelous book
    This death bent doctrine, paper for the youth
    What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth
    Last night,
    I took a trip down to
    Crown Heights
    Fast life, females are trife, stay tight
    I detect that parasite, satellite
    RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows
    My slang sound write secretary type
    Backflip on the mic,
    I'm the poor black man
    Workin' hard for the grand,
    I understand clear
    Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours
    My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours
    Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street
    Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack
    Wu article
    CappaFive,
    CD attackBut my talk stage live killa beehive
    Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts
    Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts
    Check out my arts, when
    I release my smarts
    Hot like Pop
    Tarts, aim me at the charts