225 Rounds

(album: Legendary Weapons - 2011)

[Movie sample:]
At 3:47, more than 150 rounds of ammunition were fired into your apartment
Which was about 200 yards away
A few moments later, another fifty to seventy five rounds were fired in the street
And you're gonna stand here and tell me you didn't see a god damn thing?

[U-God:]
I live life lavish, and my chain is carats
The last flame on the train to Paris
Used to be lame, then I changed to maverick
So many clothes, can't name the fabrics
Dynamics, I want the fame
And my name engraved in granites
This the lane, and I came to grab it
Yeah, you moving sideways, change your habits
Yeah, used to rock minks, then I change to rabbit
From out the garbage, I came from Abbott's
Used to be righteous, then changed to savage
Bang my ratchet like Bangkok Dangerous
36 Chamber Fists, trianglist
Watch me mangle this, star spangle this
Rock cowboy wrangle it, create mega hits
I'm from the grain, game at my finger tips

[Cappadonna:]
Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killa Beez on the swarm
Nigga

Aiyo, I plow down tracks like I'm out for revenge
Fuck it, it seems like the drama never ends
Be in the projects, like I never left out
Might be on odds goods, see a nigga stressed out
I can't take it, seems like my hood is cursed
Bad niggas, I thought that the good was first
My old whote she march with a foul parade
Don't learn shit, til another child is sprayed
I'm out here, fuck it, like I live on Targhee
And Rico, keep a low cut like Margie
I don't give a fuck, ya'll made me bitter
I'mma whip your kids out like a babysitter
I'm a grown man, but I'm young in the mind state
Live in every borough but New York my tri state
Test me, you know I brought a bitch on the tour bus
Pour piss on you, leave you stuck for four months
My head fucked up, I'm off my clean streak
Don't make me pick the nines up, I come from mean streets
My unit snitched on me, ratted me out
They all ganged up on me, tried to take my mouth
However the cause, I'mma chill and get bent
They cut from dirty cloth I'm cut from cement
Original Tazeen got the crazy glow
Them devils try to jump me, I'm crazy though
Absolut Vodka rap, crushing that goose
O.G. all day, like I be on the deuce
Pop off with it, get your army in order
Staten Africa, Islam, across that water

Yeah, what you talking about, nigga?
Word up, you think it can't happen?
Nigga, I smack all ya'll niggas
This Big Don from the group-iz
Nigga I be where the stoupe is

[Bronze Nazareth:]
Yeah, told 'em, have gun will travel
Blowing earth metals, black son spill gravel
Bronzeman, oblong javelins in my cabinet
Detroit submit seeds, salutation from the missile plant
Quick to the hollow point, it ain't no olive branch
My low cal, four oh cal in the cardigan
Tempted by Satan, put a bullet in his diaphragm
Walk around black clouds and quiet violins
A tire fire blends, poet and violent pens
Illest ill, scotch deal, plots and iron winds
Up hill near the ghetto spill, the sirens sing
Street dreams, black season the inspired kings
For fire water veins, still rain Listerine
They chains through to my "Roots", no doubt Ben Verne
On the road to riches and diamond speech
I might turn a bag of white sand in mountain peaks

[RZA:]
Yo, I don't text to send messages
My testosterone stimulate her estrogen
Whether black, caucasian or the Mexican
Asians, she get the message and she coming back for sex again
Organic drugs, my natural persuation
You under the influence of 36 invasion
Spider-Man amazing, but I'm darker than Parker
Skin got abrasions from Maria and Tasha
Sliding down a street pole, pull up to your party
Stimulated with a jeep full of cherry gap honeys and bottles of Vodka
Plus the weed bowls, here we go
Meditating, never jealous, over zealous
Wu-Tang Clan's my fellowship, fans mash up a cappellas
Of our lyrics, would be with tracks embelishes
The idea clearer that Wu-Tang Forever
This, way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness
Enjoying by God, no man could sever this
I complete jobs, free and effortless
Use Tiger Crane, Snake Style plus the Leopard Fist