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ウータン・クラン( Wu-Tang Clan )
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作詞:Robert F. Diggs, Gary Grice, Clifford Smith, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods
'You will be punished (Wu-Tang style) For all your evil deeds (Wu-Tang style) Be warned, you will suffer (Wu-Tang style) Justice' (Wu-Tang style)
Slept on this hazardous enterprise Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise Week self-captivity became months Those who were holdin' it down they hold a pump
Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer? Got a mass of starvin' niggaz wanna eat supper Unfair corruptions lead to abductions Creatin' wider circles of destructions
So we attack, with the pen and blaze in From the terrifyin' to the fascinating Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits
They heavily defended airfields But they bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice? Or that water was my liquid of choice
Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is deafening Carrier battle groups, that's threatening Higher level bombing
Plus the shipment in hand Known as 'Alarming', bells ring loud In the same crucial manner But different style
Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style
Yeah, aiyyo once again, all blunts again Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence, I'm in Allah's helpful most, innovative raps That brought wealth through, shot out the belch too
We holdin', automatic semis with sick lines Run up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Styles so sharp, state of the art Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin' darts
Flowin' like water, 'Apocalypse Now' Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you shot us Runnin' through parkin' lots, don't get caught Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks
It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood Gotta a hundred wolves waitin' in the woods For the Clan's forthcomin' I miss you in the game a court summons
And fugitives of rap caught runnin', y'all get locked up Everything was wack 'til we popped up And got it on and poppin' like Orville Redenbacher Patnah, you ain't got no wins in Mi Casa
Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha Request lines are now open, you see these MC's chokin' And thinkin', 'What's that shit they be smokin'?' I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious
Y'all niggaz got some fuckin' nerve To critic what I write, that's my muh'fuckin' word Blah blah blah, like N'Sync Kiss that ass 'Bye bye bye' know what I'm sayin'? I ain't playin'
Many shall come, few chose to stay exact Track after track I'm fightin' for survival Before me I see hills and mountains they sway The word's gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean
I walk water holdin' y'all suspended with the vocal What's the total people that came to see the gods? I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry Potentcy, high-level content
Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places All ages streets to cages, split faces Shoutin' nuff love to the peeps from Miami We live from Pulaski and spread glassy
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