Wu-Tang Clan
Rush Hour soundtrack
And You Don't Stop
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, now wanna give a shout out, knowI'msayin
Def Jam, knowI'msayin
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Sayin all the artists here, knowI'msayin
Vacant Lot, knowI'msayin
I don't need no introductions cat, whaaaat
I'm sittin in my rest, I'm analyzin thoughts
I'm sippin off a quart that I just had bought
I'm thinkin of the moment things soar in that head
While feelin sure and pure and also glad
Yes, feel sure by knowin I won
Cause there's no one who can fuck with Ason
I'm not bein bossy but I'm born to boss
Unique Ason, oh yes, well of course
Don't cease the riot, everyone keep quiet
If you don't believe nigga, get hyper then try it
Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
Yo I'm born to be, MC history
Rhymin on timin cause that's the deal
You're only as fresh as your ass feel
Other MCs, you are bound to fall
Cause your real world is not a world at all
[Streetlife]
Drunken master, styles causin street disaster
Blades cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, kung fu fightin, ODB
Hands quick as lightnin, techique too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like Lei Long
Let's get it on, Heavy Chow broke the snot box
Shadowboxin, phantom punch, you need oxygen, try again
When you catch your second wind, I'll break you in
[Masta Killa]
Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement
Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
Serious men deep in thought
Misunderstood, held in fort
He's too defensive, too mean
You didn't knowledge the scene
These cats over here got glock holdin him down
These niggas schemin, I'm seein everything
Ten steps ahead on the wall smokin my
Asian high told best friend of the wine
[Method Man]
Still drunk off of cheap wine
Holdin front lines
Niggas wanna front, fine
Fuck with me and mine
Rain on your sunshine
Swine niggas come as hard as a pork rind
Can you dig it
Only five percent live it
While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
Now fuck around
[Streetlife]
Drunken master, styles causin street disaster
Blades cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, kung fu fightin, ODB
Hands quick as lightnin, techique too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like Lei Long
Let's get it on, Heavy Chow broke the snot box
Shadowboxin, phantom punch, you need oxygen, try again
Once you catch your second wind, I'll break you in
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Down with the All In Together Now crew
The GZA, The RZA, me of course too
The thing I'm analyzin is strictly hip hop
That's what's made, well made inside my workshop
You was unable plus to earn advance
Just to touch the untouchable hip hop dance
Not sayin I'm the utmost, truly I'm the upmost
Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost?
Man, I mean really that shit is mad hype
Especially when you find yourself rhymin over mics
I became a wrecker through my amplifier
Break it down bass, treble through my dancer
That's one who dances to my black magic music
It's not classic, arabic, or basic
It's strictly thickly, dirty and districtly
If not don't evict me and forget me
[Streetlife]
Drunken master, styles causin street disaster
Blades cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, kung fu fightin, ODB
Hands quick as lightnin, techique too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like Lei Long
Let's get it on, Heavy Chow broke the snot box
Shadowboxin, phantom punch, you need oxygen, try again
Once you catch your second wind, I'll break you in
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