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WU-TANG CLAN : The W lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "The W"

I grew up around block parties ready to rock
Behind the rope ^!$$% with my rhymes on @@#!

The verse shot first ^!$$% who had %#@! to pop
A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks
With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck

And each link in your chain is trucked
No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers
Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper

I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's
Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs
It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout

+Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt
Now his wigs pushed back
Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact


[Chorus x2: U-God]

Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+
Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+

[Method Man]
MC's have the right to remain silent
Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'$#&@ers

And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta
It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya

Like red heat with hammers and sickles
I milk like ya baby mama's nipples, got issues
It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us

Then lord strike me down where I stand at now
wit this bottle of Remy, gettin' $#&@ed up child, listen
The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC

Of course it's Tical!


The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope

Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke
The man not for joke, we all out for broke
Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote

You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton
I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one
I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome

+Rumble+ when we come, boy you better +Run+, +Run+


Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips

Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, (*##$
Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs
Sick winter gear, been on position is where

Call him an Asiatic God-body, +Longevity+
Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped
Swing through the hood calmly

Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George
Dust shut %#@! off, whips spin off
Get off, slips, which, wiz

Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines
Pick wines, lift up, bill a ^!$$% six flies
Dip wide, dress my %#@! up, $#&@ six times, wish mine

Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines


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