Lyrics: [Intro: Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, & (Masta Killa)] It's on Where your sparkle at kid? (RZArector) [Hook: Raekwon & (Cappadonna)] Yes the shit is raw coming at your door Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more" Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse 1: U-God] This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam Nine Diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback Notre Dame Golden Arms is bronze Buddha palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mainstream be the theme, supreme team America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome and split the bone Wig blown off the ledge by the alleged Full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc' handheld trigger cuts A capella spitting shell paralyse if you get touched And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote, mhm [Hook: Raekwon] Yes the shit is raw coming at your door Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more" [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more gains than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of hot raps and hot tracks A duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks you like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster [Hook: Raekwon & (Cappadonna)] Yes the shit is raw coming at your door Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more" Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy Of the Wu and learnt how to Fuck up your anatomy steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MCs submit to the will as I kill your Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mental Devils worship this like an icon Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python [Hook: Raekwon] Yes the shit is raw coming at your door Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more" [Verse 4: Cappadonna] You heard other raps before but kept waiting For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravaganza, time sits still No propaganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga, beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet One man ran, tryna get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O In battling, you don't want me to start tattling All up on the stage 'cause y'all snakes keep rattling Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you wanna clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LPs back on the shelf And smoke a blunt and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island best son, fuck what you heard Niggas still talking that shit is absurd My repertoire, is U.S.S.R P.L.O. style got thrown out the car And ran over by the Method Man Jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind 'Cause you weak in the knees like SWV Tryna get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA rhyme name printed in the tablet Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound and now we out like bears In Born Power, born physically, power speaking The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching
I have been listening to rap music since the late 70s. Winter Warz is one of my favorites. Cappadonna's verse is ridiculous. B#tch...you don't have nothing on the rich. Every other day my dress code switch!!!
Wu tang and a few others were almost religious figures for me they helped shape my spirit with their ability to be both COSMIC and local in their music🌶️🌶️💥💥💥💎
Eminem's corny af. His stans are loud and numerous. A lot of them don't even really like hip hop, they just like eminem, so their opinions come from a position of ignorance about hip hop history.
@blackbeltjones2903 So many people only payed attention to hip hop because of him and were never into it beforehand. My friends in high school (1999) thought that Dre, Snoop and ice cube were new! I had to correct them and I wish that smartphones were invented at the time so that I could have googled it.
Facts on cap verse undoubtedly 1 of the most fire track wu ever dropped they are in my opinion the best group reppin hip hop outta of the east coast was that the whole authentic video or did someone put that together just curious
Somebody said a dude's excuse was weak like his wrist, and I said he's weak in the knees like SWV. I couldn't remember where the hell the lyric came from it'd been so long. Put this on for the first time in 20 years, and Masta Killa's verse is un=fucking=believable. What a classic.
It's on [Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid? Rzarector Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigger cuts Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, handheld tote mm-hmm A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more gains than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy Of the Wu and learned how to Fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your Juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python You heard other raps before but kept waiting For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propaganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet One man ran, trying to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O In battling, you don't want me to start tattling All up on the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattling Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick Hip Hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggas still talking that shit is absurd My repertoire, is U.S.S.R P.L.O. style got thrown out the car And ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cos you weak in the knees, like SWV Trying to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA Rob name printed in the tablet Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like bears In Born Power, born physically, power speaking The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching
No one can mess with these lyrics yo!! There music is timeless!!! You get so much knowledge & wisdom busted from listening to these geniuses!!! And they all been in a lot of places been ! With no where to go , where can I rest my head ! How can I get some money together to smoke this LOVEBOAT !! Or turbo !! But hey you guys made it I don’t knock anyone and I respect all of you guys !! Rip old dirty !! And please put out a new wu album double joint ! Raekwon I understand you think that the second album wasn’t that great but I know you could have did better and all but that shot is fire till this day ! Love yal
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, & (Masta Killa)]
It's on
Where your sparkle at kid?
(RZArector)
[Hook: Raekwon & (Cappadonna)]
Yes the shit is raw coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more"
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
[Verse 1: U-God]
This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam Nine Diagram pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback Notre Dame
Golden Arms is bronze Buddha palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mainstream be the theme, supreme team
America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome and split the bone
Wig blown off the ledge by the alleged
Full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc' handheld trigger cuts
A capella spitting shell paralyse if you get touched
And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, hand held tote, mhm
[Hook: Raekwon]
Yes the shit is raw coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more"
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more gains than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of hot raps and hot tracks
A duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, glides and attacks you like a vulture
Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster
[Hook: Raekwon & (Cappadonna)]
Yes the shit is raw coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more"
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
Of the Wu and learnt how to
Fuck up your anatomy steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
MCs submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mental
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python
[Hook: Raekwon]
Yes the shit is raw coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more"
[Verse 4: Cappadonna]
You heard other raps before but kept waiting
For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravaganza, time sits still
No propaganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga, beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet
One man ran, tryna get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O
In battling, you don't want me to start tattling
All up on the stage 'cause y'all snakes keep rattling
Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you wanna clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LPs back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island best son, fuck what you heard
Niggas still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over by the Method Man Jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
'Cause you weak in the knees like SWV
Tryna get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA rhyme name printed in the tablet
Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound and now we out like bears
In Born Power, born physically, power speaking
The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching
💯
Thanks for posting the lyrics !!
This is SHIIIT
True
Thanks for taking the time to do this bro
When people talk about sick verses and lyrical genius, please give Cappadonna his just due cause he killed this 💯
Wanted to like it but your post has 36 likes!
Facts!
Lyrically, I'm a Rza fan but Cappadonna killed this.
CAPPADONNA had the illest verse on this track since 1996 HANDS DOWN.
Yes he did factz
Without a doubt👊🏾
💯
Cap is a beast, no doubt
You mean one of, if not, the illest verse of all time!!!!
Cappondda verse can go down in the rap History
Save the best for last
I agree. His verse is arguably one of the best rap verses of all time.
@@ApexLevelGaming yes sirrrr
FACTS!
I consider it the best verse i have ever heard
Yeah he encapsulated rap performance from that era.
Cappandonna had one of the longest and illest flows without taking a breath. I know there are others but he stands out.
No doubt
Capadonna owns this track , best lyrics ever .
Rza had the recipe
And They Cooked It.
"U cant change the habit, u know im friends with the Abbott"!!!💪🏿
YES CAPP KILLED THIS VERSE BUT U GOD VERSE WAS SLEPT ON
All his wu verses are slept on
Dude got one of the most original styles in hiphop. He just needed more output.
Cappuccino raps completely improved like they were recording this while he standing on a street corner with a sign saying will rap for money
Wu-tang was the Voltron of hip hop. They were a force to be reckoned with.
No they are a force not were
Wu Tang is forever 🔥🔥👏
One thing Wu Tang can consistently do is make awesome beats 💓
RZA
@@g.berenstein683TRU Master & 4th Disciple
I don't know why RZA even kept everyone else's verses in the song. This was CAPPA's song hands down. He DESTROYED the shit 🔥🔥🔥
Cappadonna verse one the best in hip hop history X. Love Ghostface verse too. Dope track overall by the WU
Rza: Yo Cap!!! that was the hardest fkn!! verse ive heard!!! welcome to the Wu family!!💯
He was part of the Wu Family 5 years before this verse my g…
Cappa murdered this track!!!
It will never be another group like the Wu.
Facts Facts & more Facts 👐🏾
STILL MAGNIFICENT ! Juvenile freestyle, symbolise the mental…….dis tune remains an essential HIP-HOP JAM….NO SUBLIMINALS 🏆 STR8 🔥💯
Caps verse is on another level
I LOVE this track, played it CONTINUOSLY before I went 2 serve my bid. Solidified that WU-TANG is the ILLEST lyricists EVER . Period !!
that's the hood grammy
Wutang forever...you remain with same flow still 👏
Cappadonna killed this ish so hard!!!!!!!!!!
CAPPADONNA is highly under-rated.
Still one of my favorites. Instant and underrated classic. Wu Forever pure hip hop. Salute my brothers 🙏
Cappadonna has one of the most iconic verses in history
OLD SCHOOL HIP-HOP RAP WU-TANG CLAN WINTER WARE MUSIC 🎶
This is not old skool. The new skool era kid.
I have been listening to rap music since the late 70s. Winter Warz is one of my favorites. Cappadonna's verse is ridiculous. B#tch...you don't have nothing on the rich. Every other day my dress code switch!!!
Wu tang and a few others were almost religious figures for me they helped shape my spirit with their ability to be both COSMIC and local in their music🌶️🌶️💥💥💥💎
One of the greatest hip hop tracks ever!! Buth the cappadonna verse is the greatest verses of all times🔥🔥🔥🔥
WU Tang forever
Capadonna verse is top 20 all time... EVER
2024 came for the Capadonna verse
Cappuccino went in on this one!
TRAGEDIA. Nie ma sensu robić czegoś, czego WU nie zrobiło. Szacunek, za to, że reprezentujesz WU.
👐 🇵🇱 4ever
Long live real ill hip hop ❤😮
The Saga Continues....
Golden Arms killed it
No doubt
U mean U god...
Cappadonna went hard on this track shout out to the wu tang clan
Capp was underrated still banging this
Cappadonna’s verse belongs in a museum
Every other day my dress code switch.
It's "whole" dress code switch
All of them are dope
Peace to the gods
Salutes 👐 👑 👐
Wu is forever
The good Ole days as a high schooler
U-God verse is off the charts!!!
Cappadonna smoke this like a blunt
Man that cappa verse thooooo.....
Wu-Tang CLAN ist .Cool
Caps' verse deserves a gold medal 🏅 🔥 🔥🔥
Cappadonna verse is fucking epic
I'm so confused how the Wu Tang can exist and people still call eminem the best rapper ever
I'll answer that for you quite easily.
White people who only payed attention to rap when he came out.
Em is still sick though
Eminem's corny af. His stans are loud and numerous. A lot of them don't even really like hip hop, they just like eminem, so their opinions come from a position of ignorance about hip hop history.
I think Em is talented but I personally can't stand his voice and his songs have wack sing-songy hooks. He is way overrated and we all know why.
To me Em ain't even hip hop.. he's not of da culture.. and it ain't cuz he white.. he jus not apart of dis lifestyle.. he can spit tho
@blackbeltjones2903
So many people only payed attention to hip hop because of him and were never into it beforehand. My friends in high school (1999) thought that Dre, Snoop and ice cube were new! I had to correct them and I wish that smartphones were invented at the time so that I could have googled it.
Iconic team in the,90s,classic track
Wu Tang Clan 👐🏻🔥⚔️💧🐝Suuuuu 👑
I mean, these dudes have their own video game that released on PS1 in 1999. Shaolin Style.
Now THAT is OG.
Respect wu❤❤❤❤
Westside say this epic yo salute to the WU🎉
Cappa murdered this track. Period ✊🏿👑
WU 4ever👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾
Too bad they never did a video for this banger
LOUDER!! 😍 Wu-Tang's my happy place.
Cappadonna tought every rapper in the industry what rap looks like in this historical verse.. man i keep this verse by heart more than my name yo
Love me some wu tang
Cappadonna's verse was PURE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
one of the many blessings of the internet is that music sounds and styles i thought was lost forever, is getting new life.📻🔊🎶
U god so damn ill and underrated
One the best grimey beats in all of rap. Track is durty. I can only see this as the beat to my life. Lyrics are wild fire.
Don’t be a menace in south central lol 😆 when the grandma was smoking 🚬 lol 😆
One of the best verses ever penned
Lyrically - One of the best tracks I've ever heard 🥶❄️❄️
Got this album on vinyl 🎶
Caps verse has got to be up there, definitely top 10 of the hardest verses ever spit.
He was always the weakest member, along with U God, only little kids think that is a hard verse.
First thing I think of: Don't Be a Menace…. 😂
😅🇧🇷
Da granny sparking up to this haha
Ya heard other raps before, but kept wait’n for the SonaSong! Capps was lit dude!
Facts on cap verse undoubtedly 1 of the most fire track wu ever dropped they are in my opinion the best group reppin hip hop outta of the east coast was that the whole authentic video or did someone put that together just curious
Shout out to the Digital Underground intro instrumental before Winter Wars started.. r.i.p. Shock G..
Amazing
first time i heard this was when grandma was bouncin the 63 impala 😂😂
Somebody said a dude's excuse was weak like his wrist, and I said he's weak in the knees like SWV. I couldn't remember where the hell the lyric came from it'd been so long. Put this on for the first time in 20 years, and Masta Killa's verse is un=fucking=believable. What a classic.
THEY ALL WENT CRAZY BUT CAPP DESTROYED THIS BEAT 💯💯💯
When rap was fun. Damn I miss those days.
It's on
[Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid?
Rzarector
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigger cuts
Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, handheld tote mm-hmm
A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more gains than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
Of the Wu and learned how to
Fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python
You heard other raps before but kept waiting
For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propaganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet
One man ran, trying to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O
In battling, you don't want me to start tattling
All up on the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattling
Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick Hip Hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggas still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cos you weak in the knees, like SWV
Trying to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA Rob name printed in the tablet
Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like bears
In Born Power, born physically, power speaking
The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching
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YUP THIS THAT INNER DARKNESS DRAGON HOT WATER FIRE-FLOW. LET'S GO CHAMP'S🥊🎤🌎🌊🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Still angry method man didn’t get a piece of this…
Inspectah Deck should've been on this as well.
Fuckin' Rao
Wu tang wu tang
Keep the vibes
Keep the 'truth'RAP
beat grimy as hell
No one can mess with these lyrics yo!! There music is timeless!!! You get so much knowledge & wisdom busted from listening to these geniuses!!! And they all been in a lot of places been ! With no where to go , where can I rest my head ! How can I get some money together to smoke this LOVEBOAT !! Or turbo !! But hey you guys made it I don’t knock anyone and I respect all of you guys !! Rip old dirty !! And please put out a new wu album double joint ! Raekwon I understand you think that the second album wasn’t that great but I know you could have did better and all but that shot is fire till this day ! Love yal
Luniz intro always goes well with the song so well.
I was like, Damn I didn't know there was a video for this song! That's because there wasn't 😂😂😂😂
The introduction I would love for wu to bless that track
Wie in alten Zeiten 🎉🎉🎉
My favorite one
AAAYYYOOO!
This so hard
There is No best Rapper ITS all about what you like or Not for me These guys are the best...
Wherever I am. Italy, Russia, UK or Finland at least once a week this track pumps in my car.
Old School Rap
You did that cappadonna this your track 💯
When Cappadonna was on fire 🔥
Cap is fuckin out of control in this