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Wu-Tang Clan

To The Rescue

 

To The Rescue

(album: Wu-Chronicles: Chapter II - 2001)


[U-God:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbing
One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons
Burn, handgun herns, standing firm
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan
The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic
Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic'
Skull tactic, sporadic, Asiatic, long awaited
Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated
You hated us, 'cause we immortal on wax
Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax
Shillac 'em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin
Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxing

Professional vets, now coming through vexed
I'm testing you vets, what you claiming that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress
And Leathaface pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

[Lethaface:]
I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta
Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered
By my block sponsors, monster Tonka truck ya
The whole train conductor
A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka
Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds
Infrared, signing on the Glock, splitting ya head
Dripping wet from death threat messages I inject
Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets
Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smoking like incense
Vets broken into the flesh, soaking in ya own mess
Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets
Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows
Holding ya breath, gagging for a bit of oxygen
Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document
Locking position, envision, adapt critical condition
Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessing
Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites
Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries
Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives
Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside
In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow
Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles
Dome smack, you live, projectiles effecting you
Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexing you
Claim professional, but I never met you
Son I never forget you
I slaughter foes when my particles wet you
To the Rescue

[U-God:]
Professional vets, now coming through vexed
I'm testing you vets, what you claiming that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

Slash hope, raw burning, freezing thoughts are cold
Ballistic missile lift off, now one behold
My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume
With grief falling on me in a breeze, the seas parting
It's two men awesome, uncanny
The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny
Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me
I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw
Menate the law, practice my ambition
Understand determination, plus my burning condition
Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster
Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster
Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic
The floor panic when revolving, Shaolin dodging
Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem"
Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred
The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness
Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse
The crash course, the portions of my Porsche
Divorce it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force
Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it
Toss the smoking corpse, seldom sing
Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens forming and swarming
Vikin style, striking without warning a nation
Standing ovation, rap devastation
New animation, the scandal
Handle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you
God damn you! To the rescue

Professional vets, now coming through vexed
I'm testing you vets, what you claiming that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

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