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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Hellz Wind Staff"

[conversation continued from the end of Duck Seazon]

"The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again

There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang"

"Die!" [*sounds of fighting are heard*]


[Verse One: Street Life]


So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung

His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums

With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow ^!$$% and get, P.L.O.
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother

who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring

The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to teach one
But eighty-five percent uncivilized content

No tolerance so a lifetime is spent
behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench
Killer instinct slave rap ^!$$%z get lynched


[*sounds of fighting*]


[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]

So yo break that ^!$$% arm fast as a $#&@

Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these
hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's

Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
and a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram

Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel
!@&@e blunts hot as a !#@* swatted bamboo

high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the $#&@ out
on the regular for robbin a good ^!$$% house
Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable

Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa

[*sounds of fighting*]


[Verse Three: Inspectah Deck]


Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous
Hit you close range with this madness

Unique design shine like a deep dish
The beat kick technique split all your weak %#@!
Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel

Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step through your section

with the Force like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture
Live performer, bit the mic sayanora

Borderline to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke


[Verse Four: Method Man]


We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by $$#ociation

Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
commence when I throw these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your matress

Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in
Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction
blend like a million
All these ^!$$%z want cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction

Once again, back on the block crumb snatchin
Blowin backs in cold
Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas
Handle that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas


[*swords clash*]

[Verse Five: RZA]


Drown in problems the Heineken's imported from Holland
Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen, stone columns
get trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps
Pen'll grab the death of a thousand dumb tacks
The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll

Soul edged blade controls your inner pole
The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root
I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits
with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means
when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops

Shots get popped on the block cause them blood to gush
>From digital to !@#^og, the Wu-Wear camoflogue
The entourage squad we stompin through Zanzibar
like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow
Connect the Book of Shaolin like the brothers I know Now Rule

[Verse Six: Raekwon the Chef]


Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleama
Lex graffiti name reamer, hold em we rollin
askin me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
#~!!@ that %#@! she passin off to me though
We wax Ajax ^!$$%z with a axe, Maxamill
You could crash a meal, got you back steel

scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills
sit back eyein y'all ^!$$%z out
Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out
Verb burgular, design the Wally shoe store reserve
a jet status, guidin these vert up on my matress
Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick

Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name
Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one chain
Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like
step on his Klondike, get your dart right
We movin on it like, wind breaker ^!$$%z get they face broke
Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, $#&@ y'all cats


("Sometimes...")
[*sounds of fighting*]

"May you rot in hell!"
"Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!"

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