Wu-Tang Clan
America Is Dying Slowly
America
[Masta Killa (Raekwon)]
Continous
(Yeah, youknowI'msayin)
Wu-Tang
(Hey yo hey yo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here)
On that AIDS thing
(YouknowI'msayin? I'm gonna slide in the studio quick)
Yo, yo
(And get this done)
[Masta Killa]
When you're sexually frustrated, plus waited for a long time
You both had strong minds
Combined with feelins, she seems appealin
For each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothers
Smothered under deep covers
Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
Enough to make you hold hands
And plus you a bold man
You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow
And bullshit ego of fly negro
Whole garden sour, polluted with a dead flower
Months later, he's layin on a respirator
Dependin on a generator, to keep his heart movin
And start losin sight in his right eye
In weeks he might die
[Raekwon]
Yeah, uh, uh
I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier
Part-time shooter sharin needles in the stairs
Wise guys disguised as a fly guy
You gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
You's a menace, your braincell's finished
Beggin forgiveness, callin that up top shit syphillis
You knew what you was gettin into
Try to guess on what I've been through
Fuck shorty raw then she scared you
[Raekwon]
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Comin from the Wu, it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Comin from my crew, it's real
[RZA]
My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck
Everything, exotic bitches down to ugly ducks
Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles
So he put popsicles on her nipples
To make her sex passion triple quadriple, until she bust
Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him
But nigga he forsake to grab the condom
Fuck it, he said AIDS was government made to keep niggaz afraid
So they won't get laid no babies be made
And the black population will decrease within a decade
German warfare product against the dark shade
[Raekwon]
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Comin from my crew, it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Comin from the Wu, it's real, yeah
[Killah Priest]
Caught by the gravitation earth rotation
Six in the sex is deep
When you can't see clear through the sheer brassiere
Toke back, smokin a spliff, sippin cognac
God you know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks
Got her fat ass layin flat on her back
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
Alize pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye
What's goin on as she screams sexual healin
Couldn't fight the feelin her legs hit the ceilin
Hittin all positions dipped in for quick love
She's professional she does this shit in strip clubs
Flied in June until she Acquired Immune Deficiency
Now misery is the Syndrome
Oh shit, God that's wild
Damn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kid
For real, knowhatI'msayin?
What about the exotic grumpy type
Caskets is waitin for brothers
Word up slide on the joints baby
Before you go to sexin take protection
Word up
AIDS kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly
AIDS kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly
AIDS kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly
AIDS kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly
Yeah, word yo, we're slidin up in this store right here man
I ain't even playin that man, for real (Dig it)
This is definitely real, I'm livin kid
Here forever, word up
Lubricated joints, ribbed joints is bangin
But they still playing the hotel door man
Word, you know how that be though, you know how that be
Yo, just get me two of em
Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher
Over there
This piece right here
Yeah
America Is Dying Slowly
Surely
America Is Dying Slowly
Syndrome, be the resident
America Is Dying Slowly
Remember that, Syndrome, be the resident
America Is Dying Slowly
Wu-Tang, Syndromes be the resident
Noodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killah Priest (Wu-T)
Rollie Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, Maximillion
Prodigal Son, Anthony Starks, Hell Razah
Prodigal Son, and in the place, 60 Second
Sunz Of Man, Gambinos, forever, forever, forever, forever
Keep it safe
Ol' Dirt Schultz, word up baby
Protect yourself, protect yourself son
Keep it safe
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