Wu-Tang Clan - Shame on Nigga Lyrics
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- Shame on Nigga Lyrics
Album: Severe Punishment I despise your killing, and raping You're... despicable (Are you, my judge?) It's just... you should be punished I'm going to chop off your arm, so you ready? [U-God] Yo, yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo Check these high hats sting things movin through the rubbish Party robust, rec room style for you brothers Time's tickin, eruptments conduct Entering one funk before the drum dry up Dial, style, jab vocab slow Alphabet run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with somethin that's round and profound Blood brothers people of colors we get down Watch this fly, force feed things being said Nine diagram acid black evil red Left his mic half a dangle, seriouser man My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner Night champion, old villain style seem a Kiss a spider, to God saga why bother Godfather talk drama, fly swatters Number two, Chao San Poi [Genius/GZA] This Wu shit be hard to kill when full blown Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome Pro tools editin tracks that's rough Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough So we attack this, and grab all within reach Throw a scrap back to niggaz, perfect your own speech Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line Reeled in and shipped through the pipeline LPs delivered with style and potential Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential Order, revealin hidden tape recorders Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura [Raekwon] Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up Watch he act up, 52 block track we slap up Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open with the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur Slang soufleer, home decorater, player Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance Somethin flashy, God that arm is nasty Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me [RZA] Yo MCs wonder what's hip-hop thunder Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove Gettin down for the funk of it Like Fred Sanford in the biz Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya Bout the group recruit, we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's Then spread across the globe like telephone wires 36 assorted, Shaolin imported Chambers been recorded You're fuckin with the loops, time for royalty audit Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian Then grew to a physical body with five meridians As the pendulum swings closer to the millenium Two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle And politic with Leo and Russell When niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives [Masta Killa] Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain ignite Blowin the mic to Arabian heights As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the deadly Grounds I hold down Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling Panic and confusion echoes through the building Continuing to build, I strive for perfection Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams Look for means of survival and who's liable For this harrowin experience You scream for the extreme Fiend for the cap and regimes of the Wu-Tang Academy To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery Number two, Chao San Poi Number two, Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives Number one, Yen Chang Wa He's an adulterer, don't trust him Number two, Chao San Poi Number two, Chao San Poi Number two, Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives I despise your killing, and raping You're... despicable (Are you, my judge?) It's just... you should be punished I'm going to chop off your arm, so you ready? I despise your killing, and raping You're... despicable (Are you, my judge?) It's just... you should be punished I'm going to chop off your arm, so you ready?
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