Bells Of War
(专辑: Wu-Tang Forever - 1997)
[U-God:] Give me the
cue Skip the
introduction proceed to lip function The
junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed Splatter your melon like some Attica felons Use a
firearm good, Bloods go for heart swelling Insert the
spasm, yes the
dirty herb has him Thoroughbred thugs insert the
phantasm Verbal smarts, spark the
word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine Picasso pictures When the
rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the
lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Beijing When we touch down, would you crown renowned kings [Method Man:] There's no honor amongst thieves Street pharmaceutical stack like Genovese The
Four Devils tempt madmen but not these We profound hardcore sound to MCs, thumbs down Prepare Killa Bees it be warfare, this the
year Niggas gotta take you off of here, hold the
square If we go there we go gritty and spread fear Through this rap city, call the
mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stares The
smell of fear make my nostrils flair, truth or dare? Ask yourself can you compare to these niggas in the
hood Johnny B. Goode or he be gone yeah The
struggle goes on, you've been warned PLO from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the
Ninety-Now? Walk a
mile in my shoes, get the
street news from Meth-Tical [RZA:] Glocks'll be spitting, you gots to be kidding Aiyo kid you gots to be kidding Or Glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding yo It's common sense how I
master my circumference, you dense I
get locked the
fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds Wu-Tang hovers one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I
stay highs like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose petals Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions Wack MCs only lasting one season The
morale was low at the
corral Adjective pronouns had no style, your weak proposal Aim for the
official, initial is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain't permissible Annual increase of the
Wu-Tang Manual Handles to keep all this Hip Hop shit tangible Illegible, every egg ain't edible My tracks remain 'Unforgettable' like Ol' Nat Cole Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a
glacier Buy Melchezidek a
skyscraper Understanding the
continents of Africa and Asia And free the
Black Man from enslaved labor, Wu-Tang [Masta Killa:] The
weight of the
fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nothing We came to punish the
glutton with a
substance That can't be contained, Wu-Tang [Method Man:] Motherfuckers We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the
club Y'all all in the
back Scared to speak, we speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is [Raekwon:] All you been seeing is upsets in the
boxing shit, right It's like come on man This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker Dang, he caught Whitaker He caught Whitaker a
long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holyfield Hey Mike's, Mike's gonna forfeit this fight He ain't fighting McDermit He ain't fighting Nope Whattup You talking bout he, what he, what he, what he did Told them he cut his eye, in sparring [Ghostface Killah:] Stella D'oro wrap breadsticks, David Berkowitz Einstein birthed a
hit, now nurture it M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gems Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the
men's Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang tore me off the
cross All you saw was white meat, skin hanging off These is words from the
Arch Bishop, some call it six up The
Betty Crocker Marvel cake, snakes will miss a
Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada Slam dance, tarantula style, you's a
fan of the
Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall's off the
hook, let's push through the
armory Mack truck hitting soloist, Soul Controllers Behold of the
thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless [RZA:] You know cause Wu-Tang is invincible, you know what I
mean It's Wu-Tang Forever God You gonna get down with that W
That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom That's the
Wisdom of the
Universe That's the
truth, of Allah, for the
Nation of the
Gods, you know what I'm saying We breaking egg through these days God, you know what I'm saying We got the
fucking way We got the
medicine for your sickness Out here, ya know what I
mean I
was telling Shorty like Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school Pick up the
Wu-Tang double CD And you'll get all the
education you need this year, you know what I
mean Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit Word man it's Wu-Tang Forever God, you know what I
mean Niggas can't fuck with these lyrics God, you kno what I'm sayin Namean Oh hell no, none of this shit C'mon man beats, lyrics man, y'all niggas Niggas can't even understand half this shit I
think niggas ain't gonna figure it out til the
year Two-G (Wax niggas ass for free or fee) Word Yo, you know what The
next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000, ya know what I
mean That's just gonna come back with a
comet You hear, we gonna bring a
comet Check for that shit in the
millenium You know what I
mean? So, yo, y'all niggas man Be the
resurrection The
Gods is here man Born Gods is here