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WU-TANG CLAN : Bells of War lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Bells of War"

[Verse One: U-God]

Yeah, yo

Give me the cue
Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed

Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas
Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling
Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them

Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm
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 Bejing

When we touch down you crown renowned kings

[Verse two: Method Man]

There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical
Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men

But not these, we profound hardcore sound
To MC's thumbs down, prepare
Killa bees it be warfare, this the year

^!$$%z 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 stairs
The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare
Ask yourself can you compare

to these ^!$$%z in the hood, Johnny B. Goode
or he be gone, yeah
The struggle goes on, you've been warned

P.L.O. 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

[Verse Three: RZA]

You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding
Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting
You gots to be kidding, yo

It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense
I get locked the $#&@ up, released on my own recognizance

Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds
Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above
MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble

Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals
Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions
Wack MC's only lasted one season

The morale was low at the corral
Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our
aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah

All that other bull%#@! ain't permissable
Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual
Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set 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

Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper
Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia
and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang

[Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon]

The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall
Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin
We came to punish the glutton with a substance

That can't be contained, Wu-Tang


We be seeing y'all $$#es when we walk up in the club
Y'all all in the back
Scared to speak the speak cause you scared

Punk mother$#&@er, we know what time it is

[Raekwon conversating with some people]
"All you been seeing is upsets in the box and %#@! right
It's like come on man

This ^!$$% $#&@ed up mother$#&@in Whittaker"
"Dang, he caught Whittaker"
"He caught Whittaker a long time ago"
"Mike got touched"

"Then Mike got touched by Holyfield"
"Yeah, word up"
"Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight"
"He ain't fighting McDermit"

"He ain't fightin?"
"You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did?"
"Told them he cut his eye, in sparring"

[Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]

Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz
Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it
M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens

Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross
All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off
These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up
The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor
Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
Slam dance, tarantula style, youse 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

[Outro: RZA]

You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean?
It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible)
Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W
You gonna get down with that W
That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe
That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods

YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God
YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the $#&@in way
We got the medicine for yo' sickness
Out here, ya knowhatImean?
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
(Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this %#@!)
Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God
^!$$%z can't $#&@ with these lyrics God
YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean?
(Oh hell no, none of this %#@!)

C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all ^!$$%z
(^!$$%z can't even understand half this %#@!)
Nah (man, no)
I think ^!$$%z ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G
(Wax ^!$$%z $$# for free or fee) Word
Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even
comin out until Two Thousand
YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet
You hear, we gonna bring a comet
(Check for that %#@! in the millenium)
YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all ^!$$%z man
(Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man
Born Gods is here
(Born God)

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