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Wu-Tang Clan
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And Justice For All
作词:Robert Jr Diggs, T Hamlin, S Murry, Clifford Smith, R Stevenson
Fuck y'all analog niggas, we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy, we indispensable We never fall, we stand tall Like skyscrapers and Justice For All
We move on M.C's mechanically Strike nerve like Ghost's verse on 'can it be' Hard to touch retarded fucks Playing with they fantasies Respect this, specialist, black testing
This will get ya necklace jacked And named scratched up off my guest list Party freak, you the type of nigga That'll hardly speak unless you spoken to
We throw a cold screw and sober up When I'm approaching you at the same time We posting two niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do What they supposed to do
The limelight snatched away from you Because it's my night Killarmy blaze inside of the twilight You better get ya lines right
Half of these crabs can't even rhyme right Which dart slows With body movement and blurry eyesight What you want I already got
And after I control I keep head high Head pon-cocked And pockets rollin', you foldin'
You fagot ass fuck yo, Farotion never fails Shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail Inhale life, exhale strive anxiety's
Trife blowin' smoke out my piece pipe Ducking the snipe shot off the top Of the White House and cop 4'S War never does and many causes
My offense is my defense extreme precautions Moving cyphers high velocities making you nauseous Ya forcing it, garishly extortionists, aborting this Space ship thats spacious face it
I'm on contain shit Pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix? The case is if not ya basic way to make shit Embrace it knowing some day you'll have to face it
Fuck y'all analog niggas, we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy, we indispensable We never fall, we stand tall Like skyscrapers and Justice For All (So fuck y'all, so fuck y'all niggas)
Yo, yo hard to grapple I raise the sharp scalpel Technique slaps you Invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip blunts, cherry bomb, very calm First bursts like a shot from the Berry homes You'd be most wise to pay close attention to Willy lynchin' It's stupid to fuck wit' Bobby Steel's henchmen
I step into presidential credentials, evident my potential Be infinate, deluxe benetic, sluts invincible Only ones can know me, swore me before the Dolby Alexis Colby broads try to control me, pussy whip me like Toby
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Fuck the local, I move global, economical Ship sea promise fool, my info glow And the dark Wu-Tang logo
Sparks the attention, look listen observe Killa bee swerv, slam like Dr. Julias Erv Still strike the vital nerve
Charter through the Magna Carta Trapped like Otis and Carter Wild like the Shaolin style or Manos Harbor
King devine, forced to shine Head burst open like a bottle of Pine Use penmanship when I write my script
Blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless Killa Hill syndrome, peace to Two Tone He must know me, to understand me From what you do to realize I'm you
Everything I do, honey bee from the bee hive Evergreen squeeze, dried leaf Smoke Killa Priest from the tribe of Levi Smoke out and not steal or blunt spill The indestructible Bobby Steel's is here
Yo, in the heat of the night My 4-7-7 mash on the mic Killarmy and Trappa John M.D, full metal jackets 'Cause some gots to have it
Kill or be killed, only time will reveal I think by myself and I drink by myself From 9-8 until let me know its real, son If it's really real
Understandable, self explainable Caution, John Blaze flammable When under pressure, interchangeable And still coming down like precipitation
As I reign undisputed, how Johnny do it Dangerously, whoppin' cough (Cough, cough) Two and off stank pussy make my dick soft (Huh)
Bottom line be this high Explosive, not for the average Joseph Come and get some, hold it Keep one up in the chamber, blast with my middle finger
Now I toss men attack like the Four Horsemen See me dog walkin' strickly getty-o slang talkin' All up in thease guts, soften, these rap niggas, official We slap niggas with mack charges dope shit regardless We usually take another niggas garments (What?)
Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in '98 Niggas can't escape the laws that I enforce Like top notch politicians who be pola-tickin'
Slam through expand Total construction across the planet And micro chip software placed in the rear of ya ear As I sit the next year
All y'all analog niggas, fuck y'all, we be digital Shit is critical like the hallways in my projects Similar to the streets in Tibet Fuck that, I ain't playin' wit' a full deck (Son, son, son, son)
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