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Wu-Tang Clan
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Laced Cheeba
Your kung-fu is good, your magic is good That is why he waited, so my power would dwindle My power has diminish then he come to kill me Yes but I know your kung-fu is still very good If you practice again, no one could possibly be your match Oh, the ancient weapon
Yeah, fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers Four shoguns that got fucked by geishas Still gracious, still able to twist out darts Just grew tougher skin from swimmin' with them sharks
Broken ankle, fuckin' with them wallabee clarks Got them bitches still screamin' my name, 'What up, Starks?' I'm a bone crusher, ox will split your face like a Dutch master No more minks, its polar bears from Alaska
With shark skin, Air Maxes and igloos of ice Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice I'm nice, you're the reason why the game went soft Bland niggas, I come through and season your broth
Like Mr Dash, I blast, I'm a menace like Dennis Young Coles and I'm back from a six month sentence Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flyin' heads with barbwires Stay tyin' niggas to beds
Can you kill me? If I didn't think so, I would not be here waitin' for you now Right, let me see what you got Forget the tricks, let's see your kung-fu
Yo, everybody get paid, everybody get laid All these bitches dirty, everybody got AIDS Everybody get played, everybody get sprayed Everybody do what I say, everybody my maid
P, crack sellin', black felon Gat clap, rat-a-tat-tat, tap melons Son thugs, one gun, one slug Shot caller, like 'Yo, let me speak to Young Muggs'
Listen, it's Mandela, pa 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I grab wack MC's, I smack 'em hella hard I kill niggas with the birdy blick banger My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber
Lyrical miracle, spit with you rap dudes Get smacked off the skateboard for not payin' rap dues P, call me the gate keeper Break haters off your face smokin' laced cheeba
Ha-ha-ha-ha, he's mad, listen to me You've lost your concentration, your magic is gone That's why it doesn't work, You better use your real kung-fu
Yeah, aiyo, she want a thug, not the loyal type A golden boy to promote it right Sort of like a ill De La Hoya fight I'm eatin' good, enjoyin' life Flawless ice, quick to bag a baller's wife With no strings attached, cordless mics
Toilet white, S5 fifty with the wrong pipes Peelin' off like snake skin, watch the cobra bite Overnight success story, go and check for me You rap poorly, that's why your cassette's corny
Your money too short for long convo You in the game, hurtin', tryin' to play Rajon Rondo Millionaire swag, peep your boys ensemble Jewels heavy, Prince Akeem comin' to America
Etcetera, whoever sent the kite, kill the messenger Because I think like the man behind the register Quick to pull a toaster out, Starks choke 'em out We over here, countin' bread, what y'all loaf about?
You finished already? Get up and fight Hey, let him get some strength Let him go 'til he outlive me Let's say he killed my cult, let's go
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