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"Wu-Tang Clan"
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Windmill
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Wu-Tang Clan
жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: 8 Diagrams
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(Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm You know how it go, word up Ain't playing no games with these niggaz man None at all, man, no more, none of thatAiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping? Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lock men Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beat boxStudy like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain You knowing where it came from, stop it You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again Watch Lex get that dough out your pocketRhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move when I rhyme When I drop lines it's law out in Egypt Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what? The only niggaz that'll glow'll be usYo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game 'Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against WuWhat am I supposed to say? Yeah Somebody tell me what do I do What am I supposed to say? YeahWe keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop Raining with the patchwork of puzzles That was written in the year of the dragon More raw than you could ever imagineHow much of a great blessing to a rap city Where the youth is organically fed From the witty, unpredictable talent, natural game is lyrical Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visualA Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied Ragu nigga whose tomatoes are sun dried He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling But my rhyme'll give you hot flash and mood swingsMath shed light on divine secrets then science leaked it For the lower level creatures that can't peep it I observe MCs, regardless from a neighboring world Which is ten times the sharpnessWhat am I supposed to say? Yeah Somebody tell me what do I doLet the track wind and your mind flow free Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability Infinity, back to the source of which it came Energy, see it changed formsAtoms being born, never ending On and on and on and travel with me Not trying to convince the pack that it's a fact For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back We have agreedYou'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned downUnderneath your white T lies the four pound This is forty-five minutes of menacing Dismantling any MC opponent stepping in the zone Get your face blownWhat am I supposed to say? Yeah Somebody tell me what do I doObserve the word, when I speak, it's the truth that's heard True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth Spreading the blessing across seven continents Arm of the trench, there's no form of defenseEntertainment, nine swords swing rapid Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott Witty, unpredictable, gritty individual Valid if it's actual, talent and it's naturalGame, rugged like the train, pump it in your vein I and I, ride or die, under the name W-U, the primary, your secondary Definitely not necessary, the legendaryYou printed the blueprints to do this shit Moving the youth in the bricks Spitting poison tipped darts that rip hearts Through the chest when I manifest my sick artSpeaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit time If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is asanineRevealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm killa proof In living proof, I'm the wittiest, unpredictable Most talented rap motherfucker you ever listened toI'm a hustler, I grind 'til my pack is done Get a seed mad knowledge so they crack and run Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice Smack niggas in they head every time I writeYo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent
Это интересно:Оф.Сайт Wu-Tang Clan - одна из первых хардкоровых хип-хоп-групп со Стэтен Айленда в Нью-Йорке, США.Группа состоит из девяти человек (на данный момент сократилась до восьми после смерти Ol' Dirty Bastard в 2004). Все участники команды выпустили сольные альбомы, также существует много сайд-проектов составляющих формацию Wu-Family (Wu-Fam). Одной из... продолжение
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