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WU-TANG CLAN : Duck Seazon lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Duck Seazon"

[Raekwon the Chef]
Scrape y'all mother$#&@ers
This is my word, when you see us

When you see us flashing and shining
And building and adding on
Y'all ^!$$%z just watch it, hear me

Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them ^!$$%z that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on

Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry ^!$$%z on the swarm again
Pirahna ^!$$%z bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to $$#ist it

Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle

Now my proposal, it's the global
From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu
Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November

Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up

We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that

Flash medallions like Italians
La costra nostra, we moving through your hood like a poster
Flex this, Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement

So keep the bust the gun Boo
Like that bad $$# (*##$ in Dead Presidents
Add on, the billboard sloan

Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see

Half of y'all ^!$$%z built your rhyme from my sess tree
[email protected]^#gots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo
Stay militant kid, push it like bolo

You $#&@ing idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it
Face one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, y'all ^!$$%z money getting low

But did you come back, set up shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down

[email protected]^#got, $#&@ $#&@ around punk, battle for cream ^!$$%

[RZA]

You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy $$# rings
No more said, knew your chump $$# was dead

When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang ^!$$%, ain't nothing changed ^!$$%
Still shame on a ^!$$%, who tried to run game

Get virgin and perversions, $#&@ing (*##$es with Persian
Bugs watching ^!$$%z like the turgeon, it's the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles

We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all the leaves, who lack tranquility
In your rap utility to $#&@ with the abilities

Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
Age of poems and poetry, old sloans

Explosive head bullets, black hooded
Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in you

Surrender your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist
For your ice and curtains and vice

Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary...

I need 18 points for my next joint
This high and mointed king, to make a deal
I be the one to appoint, Steve Ripken must have been sniffing

To catch something so dope, it left minor c-lits #[email protected] dripping
I $#&@ hundreds of (*##$es, and split millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars

My life saga from the hildred of horor
Legal kid brown in Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips

Stand to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressment
But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest in
Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections


[Method Man]
This rhyme has no limitations, this time there's no hesitation
Collecting minds at the door, you want it ^!$$%z it's yours
The flavors raw, what the $#&@ you think I'm flowing for
It's rhyme and reason, bite the bullet

^!$$%z is foul in this duck season
We add odds till we even mother$#&@er
Bad $$#es, high times, lower classes
Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
Bring it to him, room service, under pressure

And mad nervous, waving guns at the clergy
Ticallion, we ain't worried
Keep them sick ^!$$%z seven-thirty
Picture this, watch the birdy
This [email protected]$(s is rolling dirty
With sharp pins that be stabbing you

Pins and needles, needles and pins
Nuff said, dick in your mouth
Like pimp was bled, as I race track with thoroughbreds
Ducking the feds

[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, my ice slow fly up on the keyboard son

^!$$%z ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords
That's right, exile the fake, hit them ^!$$%z like weight
Feed a fool, let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction, that's the whole science of mine
Production, ya'll ^!$$%s guess who stuck son
Left his meth son, switch, finger itch
Staring at you like a (*##$, maybe y'all ^!$$%z snitch

Youse a loner, Adidas shell top with lye
sipping Corona, read the rev report then bone her
Buy you some jewels, here's some food
Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo, check out the [email protected]#^oo
We in the mushrooms, chased the high neck in the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs
Chill, y'all ^!$$%z know what time it is

James Bond Beamers behind me, on Bacardi Lime and
check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan
He cought a slug for lying
Yeah you was lying, where's the cash, crying
Militia, rolling in position
Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian
Lex the tally back whistling, fake $#&@s

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