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WU-TANG CLAN : And You Don't Stop lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "And You Don't Stop"

[Ol' Dirty [email protected]&!]
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'?

^!$$%s like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?
Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?

I don't need no introductions, Cat
Whuuuuut


I'm sittin' in my west, I'm [email protected]#^yzin' thoughts
I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought
I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head

I feel $$#urin' durin', also glad
Yes, feel $$#ured by knowin' I won
Cuz there's no one who can $#&@ wit A-Sun

I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course
Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet

If you don't believe ^!$$%, get hyper and try it
Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
Yo, I'm born to be, MC history

Rhyming on time because that's the deal
You're only as fresh as your $$# feel
Other MC's, you are bound to fall

Cuz your real world is not a world at all

[1: Street]

Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'

Techique too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout

Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again
When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in


[Masta Killa]
Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement

Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene

These cats over here got glock holdin' him down
These ^!$$%s scheming, I'm seeing everything
Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my

Agent high told best friend of the wine

[Method Man]

Still drunk offa cheap wine
Holdin' front lines, ^!$$%s wanna front, fine
$#&@ wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine

Swine ^!$$%'s come as hard as a pork rind
Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
While the rest of you fake ^!$$%s try to get it

Now $#&@ around

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[Ol' Dirty [email protected]&!]
Down wit the All In Together Now Crew

The GZA, the RZA, me of course too
The thing I'm [email protected]#^yzing is strickly Hip Hop
That's what's made, well made is on my workshop

You was unable plus earn advance
Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost

Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
Man, I mean really, that %#@! is mad hype
Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics

I became a wrecker through my amplifier
Break it down base, treble through my dancer
That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music

It's not classic, arabic, or basic
It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
If not don't you pick me and forget me


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