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U-GOD lyrics : "Rumble"

(feat. Inspectah Deck, Letha Face, Method Man)


Are you ready? Are you mad inside?
Got you strapped down to your seats

Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
God speed, approach follow my lead
Firewinds gust, empire crush

Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush
Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul
Soundwaves slay out the back, ?cave? smoke

My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia

All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit

Nightwatch, pad mark
Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
Gimmie what it takes NOW!!

[Chorus x2: U-God]


[Letha Face]

The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
Wit the possibilty to stop your walkin ability
God forgive me, spark enemies wit pistol grips

The missle tip's impact hit you so hard, you %#@! through your dick
Official scripts strikes when physical hits
You physical (*##$, watch for the imperial blitz, serious %#@!

Submit, subject to the wreck wartone, and thought poems
Liver than WWF Warzone
Walk upon ? tracks, bodies collapse

Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
Logical facts from the terror dome
Spill from the guts, trail to you ?puss? from where you bust

In God you now entrust
Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck
Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut

While crowd round up

[Chorus x2]

[Inspectah Deck]
Aiyyo yo

I spit bars
Travellin tremendous speed measurin far
Been bustin satellites circlin Mars

Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
Of a hundred wild ^!$$%s piled in a Trojan Horse
Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic

Professional neck %#@!, left foes beheaded
This music, is mind control like computer chips
Been doin this for numerous years, refuse to lose it

Wit turbo tactics, manuever like a trained soldier
Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over
Ayatollah, high roller nine totter

Mind controller, 2009 time folder
My coalition, bring the demolition
Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no intermission

Spittin hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks
Makin million men march

[Chorus x2]

[Method Man]

Yo, who got next? Meth got next
I chin check, all these MC's line em up god, I go ? hard
Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge

Police squads tryin to bogard, we rip and rob
The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death, but scared to live

So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
Rusty-ass .38 Special, ^!$$%s owe me
Slowly I turn, face the one and only
Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a (*##$ I keeps a (*##$

36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk
Take that watch off and tuck your necklace
City never sleeps, streets is restless
Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it
Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless

Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy

[Chorus x2]

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