Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Forever
Older Gods
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, hey yo I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapell's fly spittin out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this
They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips
Jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle
Hats down low in the Range, switch lanes, change my tire, peel out
Real loud on the stage yo
I shitted on your hood kid, I shitted on your hood
Got to your burner too late, I'm lookin real good
Draped out, shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece
Yo girlfriend, c'mere - oh shit, you my man's niece
The gourmet pocket twenty bombs made of clay
Sexcapades take place
We fucked in forty-eight shades, might walk up in your studio time
Slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style
Hand me the matches now
[Raekwon]
Hey yo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this
Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist
E shakes, puffin on lai, feedin the seed's plate
Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates
Major wake up, the kid tell tales, make a nigga head wake up
Beats break, the nigga would take off his time
Honolulu status, gladdest, the rich rock cabbage
And dollar vans grands, that nigga mad savage
Stationary Hall of Justice, niggaz came crumped out
Just came home, now they bunked out
Money be longer than triple life til the sun burn out
That's my word move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
Holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians
[Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)]
Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this
(Maintain 360 Lord live prosperous)
It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
(One time in the respectable mind)
Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this
(Maintain 360 Lord live prosperous)
It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
(One time in the respectable mind)
[Genius/GZA]
Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness, forget his, original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gunned down, fleein town, hit came from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded, back in the '83 summer heat
Up in 309 park, rhymin off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks
All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square
Household name, assassin, Killa Bee
Mill to the grain, that possess the Wu, trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend
Those that got styles, they got identical twins
Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky
Without skills, they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
An unspotted life on the mic is old age
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