Heaterz
(专辑: Wu-Tang Forever - 1997)
[Raekwon:] Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit son (no doubt) Right that's my word Guaranteed you're dealing with the
invincible (no doubt) (I'm specialized in swordsmanship) That's my word, Persian Legacy one time, one time That's the
science of the
black man Stationary niggas, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggas to sleep this year (throw your leather up) Blade thrower, sword swinger, Killa Bee ringer Rocky road roll dark greener Cream fademas, name your God-U Kareema Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema Me, jewelery cleaner Million Man March screamers Ray Catena, cut your joint Wolverine The
Longines, wrapped around the
wrist, law seen her How I
got that yo, threw out the
macker named Gina Bust a
shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina Now I'm out, lamping in Korea with Talima We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe I
got the
black heater little joint, probably Moschino Yo Bobby Robby what up, Max tried to follow me Sadaam lounging, clean up collect, like the
laundry It's time yo swerve like the
Nike line Windbreaker Laker throw a
jump shot scrape her Statuary yo floating that snatch-uary Aiyo, blow a
hole in your limo, weed pass the
Dutch [Inspectah Deck:] Yo this is MC wizardry, Killa Bee invasion Men of respect blessed with wisdom of the
ancients My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements I
launch like lead projectiles straight out the
basement I
suplex your rep, left ruined like the
Aztecs Parasites double edge dice your larynx My Hip-Hop is quarantined locked inside the
detox Under key lock, it's like b-block and E-Glocks You're ill, your trail ends, thoughts are frail I
strike the
cypher and let one survive to tell the
tale Of my state of grace, I
raise the
stakes on snakes Knock 'em off like the
big eights for takin up space Never did fear 'em, stick 'em with the
truth serum Who sent 'em, arrest 'em before my charge is ended Designated hitter flows split the
transistor Kinetic globes light when it shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I
be Self Lord And Master [Ol Dirty Bastard:] I
be the
Ironside, get touched, with the
chloride Take walk with the
Nine-Finger bandits worldwide Shaolin hillside, full of homicides Fuck you dissatisfied the
double dyed black brown iodine [U-God:] Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kick out Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed Scarce chapter, snatch a
batch of Winterfresh It sound far-fetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dummy-clapped, mummy-wrapped and stitched The
Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Dame-r sing the
song the
strongest Brute force bullet hole straight through your chorus Shank you with the
think tank, harmony cake cut A
can of ass-whooping, Flurry shake break, you fucks Struck, love crooks, waffle iron hooks Chef cocaine cook, a
marvellous book This deathbed doctrine, paper for the
youth What remains, a
saber-toothed tiger in the
booth [Cappadonna:] Last night, I
took a
trip down to Crown Heights Fast life, females are trife, stay tight I
detect that parasite, satellite RZA beat makes me wanna fight, get hyped Come to do shows my slang sound write secretary type Backflip on the
mic, I'm the
poor black man Working hard for the
grand, I
understand clear Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours My style drop like drawers, you see me on tours Don't you wait to say peace, the
kid from the
street Put my technology on the
track, just then the
core attack Wu article, Cappa, five, CD attack But my talk stage live killa beehive Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts Bring the
gold bangle, never make me throw darts Check out my arts, when I
release my smarts Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the
charts [Dom Pachino (Woman):] It's gonna stay here. Let you use me (Yo relax, now just relax for real) (Relax, you all tensed up) (Act like a
motherfucker ready to cut your throat or some shit) Nah I'm not gonna let happen You smell good and all that too man What you got on? (Victoria's Secret) That's how you get down? You always do me right, man A-yo, go down a
little bit (Down?) Yeah, get down, do it lower Yeah, yeah, yeah around there damn man (Your ass is tense) I
know Shit-shit is real for a
nigga right now, know what I
mean? I'm telling my niggas man Nobody be doing me like shorty Every time I
go over to shorty lab She cook me something know what I
mean? Treat a
nigga right Rub me down with that Coco lotion You doing me right You doing me right, right now I'm telling you (You home nigga) Yo, he Shampoo for a
nigga right there