Wu-Tang Clan - For Heavens Sake

Дата добавления: 06 сентября 2017

Формат: mp3

Исполнители: Wu-Tang Clan

Битрейт: 320 Kbps

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Продолжительность: 04:13

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Текст песни

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Yo, one-two, one-two, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang!
It's the Wu creepin' in the shadows.Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang!
Sir I, Excalibur.

[Refrain:]
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang!
Oh, baby, for heaven's sake!

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
My rap style swing like Willie Mays,
My eyes purple haze, my solar rays burn through shades
Rhyme grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page,
I glide like hovercrafts on the Everglades.
Boom master with the faster blade, track slasher,
Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture,
Limited edition composition spark friction,
Non-fiction, the calm bomb, keep your arms distance.
Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence,
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin,
The most high, most try to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke with they hopes up high.
I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter,
Fly sistas flock when they spot this live nigga,
The crowd seducer, black your third eye before I lose ya,
Verbal high, leave styes in the eyes of Medusa.
Top ten, poly like Cochran and Sharpton,
Narrow margin of your odds to dodge the marksman,
Murder rap kill you soft like Roberta Flack,
Words attack like a British Bulldog, observe the stacks.

[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
Now all pay tribute to this entity,
A spark that surges through the undergrowth
Overwhelmin' the populace from the entry,
The Wu-Tang Dynasty has emerged
From this elite fleet, I was appointed to strike the vital nerve.
Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words,
Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe
Seeds of MC's at these fake ass industry niggas,
Feed off the chrome mic, tend to squeeze off
And spray an array of shots
That travel downwind, just respect my prolific pen
As I send the minds of the weak
To rise and take power, I blew towering over the land,
As we stand, expandin' our cream,
A dollar to every grain of sand,
Let the mind use the physical as planned.

[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
Yo, yo, this is Beirut!
Try to comprehend, check out my new suit!
Gods blend, aim, take fire, pure destruction,
Disappear from here, my year, drop the stupid LP's everywhere.
Fallin' out the sky tall sniper,
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside,
Poetry whirlpool, RZA and True collide,
We produce article exception to the rule.
We the black men that struck oil, the hardboiled
Cats that made that Watergate thing go spoiled,
The heavy-handed, locked down, stranded with Cyrus,
Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes,
Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers,
Off-the-wallers, basketball, gun brawlers,
Smoked out, throw both fists for nine-seven,
Slang reverend, put the best work in.

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