Текст песни Wu-Tang Clan - Iron Flag

Rapsody Hits
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Wu-Tang Clan
Альбом: Rapsody Hits
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[Intro/Chorus: Raekwon] Murder one of y'all niggaz.. Get to hurtin one of y'all niggaz.. Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all niggaz [Raekwon the Chef] ... kick dirt Color glocks splitters just listen there's UFO visitors Fly paintings remainin, reclinin pro-comissioner One boot off he Rudolph, know he hyped flew off Hibernatin, dead in the makin, ear-rake him, gear-rake him Technician murderer, Wu hit the universe Our words is crush, fingers icy slush, ringers wants Mercedes bust Tip bottles, Movado, sailin in some Wu googles you follow Mail and jail letters, sendin niggaz lottos What made you murder my flow, what made you rival my clothes What made you -- fuck it, yo son these niggaz gotta owe I think a lot of flows, I flip exotic hoes We paintin pictures if it's (?) I seen a lot of those Gettin fly with Ghost, power just buy the boats RZA your vision is exquisite, daddy hide your scrolls Platonic chronic shows, tonic prose Off the meter Panasonic know, son line me a ho [Masta Killa] Devestatin shockwaves strikin the nation Newsflash, warn the people, assassination The hour of detonation, pure untampered or mixed in any form In any form mixed untampered it's pure Dissect each line of the rhyme Find my ingredients and nutrients Teach patience and obediance before movement Killer bee student enrollment I'm out your control and expose if it's synthetic Quote these plush degrees as I inject, there's many at risk Slang therapist Shallah Rae plus the people, with magnificent wordplay [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] Aiyyo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path They quoted tracks while we spoke math, blowin fast Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft I don't flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash Floatin past in an alley with the oak dash Show the cash, watch it blow in half, it's no fair They goin mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads Crabs wanna play me close and grab Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin jabs Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag You posin bad, show your ass son, you won't last With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass Compose a smash, rollin grass at Ghost lab
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