The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape Hell, globe spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky Golden Arms Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fake false step make the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthesias My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axe kill adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring kings March of the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare Escape from your dragon's lair In particular, my beats travel like a vortex Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream Heart terminal like Grand Central Station Program fat bass lines on Novation Getting drunk like I'm fucking ducking five-year probation
#Broken sword directors cut cipher free#
As the world turns, I spread like germ Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn This my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life, standing firm On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan Into the fire, transform into the Ghost Rider A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire Who got my back? In the line of fire, holding back What? My peoples if you with me, where the fuck you at? Niggas is strapped and they tryna twist my beer cap It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm What the blood clot? We smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice? I think not The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox Vocabulary 'Donna talking, tell your story walking Take cover, kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team and your "six can't rhyme" groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted My deadly notes reign supreme Your thought is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my thought I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God What? Y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers This like, this '97 Aight my niggas and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to '79 I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries Lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous Ultraviolet shine blind forensics I inspect you through the future see millennium Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight, incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block
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