Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Forever
Deadly Melody
(featuring Street Life)
[Masta Killa]
As we return, to the 36 Chambers
The RZA, the GZA
The Ol Dirty BZA
U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
Don't forget about the Masta, yo
Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents from the volts
Of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry
Peep the weapontry as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition
Penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin down your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer
Dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer
[U-God]
Yo
Pile driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke
Monster truck, punk, elephant gun poke
Jawbreaker humanoid vice grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback
Play out in sweet action packed rap
Bite it, stomp on a beat
Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses
[RZA]
Cock back my tongue like a hammer
My head is like a nickel-plated bammer
Spit .45 caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programmin phat tracks at Camp Cristal
[Method Man]
Home on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hott Nikkels
Say my shit holding my sex pistol, deal me in
[RZA]
The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta lift one fuckin finga
Make sure to God Irief turns on the ringer
We duckin the subpeona
Fatal flying guillotine machine from Medina
[Masta Killa]
Check the 150 millimeter
Heater as it blows holes through your fuckin speaker
[U-God]
Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters
[GZA]
Fifty caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua
[Method Man]
Things'll never be the same, after this one
Ghost rider spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came, for one accord
One mind and one common cause, that's the shit son
Play the crow's opposition
You might hear me but you don't listen
Competition come and get some
Red marker still bleedin, through the paper
Of this shit premeditated, murder caper
[Street Life]
I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us!
[Ghostface Killah]
Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me
Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport *bzzzzzt* with a chunky nine
[Street Life]
The undervolt Stat New York
Blood sport, gun talk
Holdin fort back, take em to court (one time)
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MCs by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
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