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歌詞
[Verse 1]
You bitch ass ****
As high as Wu-Tang get
Allow us pop this shit
Just like black shoe fit
And you can't wear it
Well don't fuck with it
[Verse 2]
Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
Make it brief, son, half short and twice strong
No doubt, it took time searching, eventually
It was prime urgent
For you to examine the rhyme merchant
[Verse 3]
Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
On a label hunt, with twenty-thou out the trunk
Eight diagram sword swings armored tank force
RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source
[Verse 4]
You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
You got lost off the snare off impeach the president
Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green
Then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans
[Verse 5]
This witty unpredictable shot is critical to analytical analogy
Insurance policies why
Said he know that sounds define the note
Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes
[Verse 6]
Too many dope **** I see, starvin'
Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics, five nights
Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights
[Verse 7]
A fugitive bass playin rap czar
Smoke the cigar, his prints on the strings of the guitar
[Verse 8]
As high as Wu-Tang get
Allow us pop this shit
Just like black shoe fit
And you can't wear it
Well don't fuck with it, it
[Verse 9]
Tical got a hold on ya, doing exactly
What the fuck a mariju-wonna, dis **** nasty
Deep in the dirty dungeon, bugging, lovin
The way these rhymes keep comin, at ya splash ya
[Verse 10]
Get your head piece fractured
With killer cuts from the drop ya
Slash ya, rip shit up
Got his whole thing-thing mastered
Sho nuff an MC too good to be touched, John-John
[Verse 11]
Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
MC, inferiorities they froze up
Ice cold as we move on, saga unfold
Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
Caught up in a cliffhanger
[Verse 12]
Yo INS another code red, danger
Break out the vest
Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here
Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
[Verse 13]
Don't ever roam in the naked city
Eight fingers stories, none pretty
Bomb 'em with the witty unpredictable, conditioning be critical
Peace to Ting
Gettin high on your physical
This next drink is a toast to your memory
When I go, how many **** gon' remember me?
[Verse 14]
As high as Wu-Tang get
Allow us pop this shit
Just like black shoe fit
And you can't wear it
Well don't fuck with it
Written by: Wu-Tang Clan