Wu-Tang Lyrics
Maria-
You my Daddy whore (2X)
*laughing*
[???] Whoever she gonna do anyway
But bust it, bust it though baby, bust it
Who else, who else is gonna...
Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard
It's dedicated to all you bitches
Knew this bitch named Traj, she had a hella fine ass
Candy-ass, blew my hole in the past
Niggarette gave me gonorrhea
Pussy dick to the tippy toe like ballerina
Boy you shoulda seen her
She had a babyface creamer Purinas
Called up talkin Tina
I put my dick in a broom
She blew my head like a balloon
I had her walkin on the moon
Verse Two: CappaDonna
Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin your time
Oh you shine, I'm lookin at your ass from behind
You walked by smellin like watermelon
You might make me a felon, my eyeballs swellin
My nuts start yellin, excuse my prick
Wanna have a talk with you, I'm sick
My medicine is can I walk with you, fantasy
After that we can cheat, laid on the bed
Handcuffed with hard meat, long stroke smackin
Smack it then broke, nothin can't stop my
continous poke, compound
Porno flick music, Daddy came with it when I wrote it
Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard
Dirt Dog be bouncin on bitches like fog
I pollute the air up like smog, bitch
I'm up my jacuzzi, peepin this smoothie
My bitch is a floozy, Dirt Dog ain't choosy
Pussy move me, pretty black dick up in the booty
I like it muddy or swampy
By now you find your ass up shitty creeky
Don't got no fuckin room me and my momma and my TV
Blackberry squeeze
Bitch who a tease, titties small, I got used to the squeaks
Fuck that shit, I'm through with this bitch
Old hen please can't get a bank of these
welfare cheese, now to blow fifty G's
overseas, I'm doin the breeze, in my 850
Verse Four: RZA
Suicidal, she been in more hotels than bibles
Idle worshippin bitch wasn't the type to make bridle
Sprung, on how the bitch maneuvered her tongue
From the top of his dick, to the bottom of his ass split
I told the God to jet quick this wicked bitch was a harlot
but had him trapped up inside the Charlotte Web
She wasn't choosy fucked for movie and a loose leaf
cigarette, pussy stay wet and juicy like members
Big ass in tight denim
Had the most faithful niggaz sinnin against their women
and enjoyed, to watch relationships get destroyed
This unemployed welfare bitch was non-void
and shameless, her attitude was blameless
Even though she had a hundred dicks on her namelist
Her obsession, caused niggaz to get, the ass cheek injection
The bitched lied, said she had urinary tract infection
I tried to warn em, and bomb em, but she conned em
Wanted niggaz to fuck her raw dog without no condom
*woman moans* oooooh, ahahhh, ohh
You people are all trying to acheive the impossible
That's exactly what we've done
But you'll fail, and you'll all die
If we die, the next generation will fight them too
And the one after them, for as long as they must
And eventually we shall succeed
Older Gods-
Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapell's fly spittin out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this
They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips
jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out
Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid
I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late
I'm lookin real good, draped out
Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere
Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place
We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style
Hand me the matches now
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this
Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist
E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate
Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates
Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up
Beats break, the nigga would take off his time
Honolulu status, gladdest
the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice
Niggaz came clumped out
Just came home, now they bunked out
Money be longer than triple life
til the sun burn out, that's my word
Move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians
[Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this
[both] Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
[Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
[both] one time in the respectable mind
(repeat 2X)
Verse Three: The Genius/GZA
Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness, forget his, original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat
Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks
All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square
Household name, assassin, killa bee
Mill to the grain, that posess the Wu, trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend
Those that got styles, they got identical twins
Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky
without skills, they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age
*rocket fired, whistles off and explodes, breaking glass*
Projects International Remix-
It's just the new way of thinkin
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open
Push your seat back, just flow...
That's how we doin it
Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec
Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project
Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal
Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts
Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo
When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable
Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem
Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket
Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment
Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted
Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it?
[God] Projects
[Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target
[God] Projects
[Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's
[God] Projects
[Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
[God] New York projects
[Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin
[Method Man]
Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
Behind every fortune there's a crime
This technique is tech-9
Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind
This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary
Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry
Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me
Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney
Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper
Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper
Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector
Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow
Double oh-seven mark
The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment
Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes
[God] Projects
[Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target
[God] Projects
[Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's
[God] Projects
[Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
[God] Projects
[Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin
[Ghostface Killah]
Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob
I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs
Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe
Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in
Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit
Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin
Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit
Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's
TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly
Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger
All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine
Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God
Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage
Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house
Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit
You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns
Plus beef I hone, the condom broke
Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones
Reunited-
Intro: Roxanne
It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)
It's Wu, ah goin on
Verse One: The Genius/GZA
Reunited, double LP, (we're all/world) excited
Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin all soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you master addition
Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, for the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
Rhyme while I limp here, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus
Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
I don't walk, I get carried
Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash
*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*
[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X)
Yeah... and RZA
Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/RZA
Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
Stinkbox, order from pink dot
MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
attack when you least notice through explosive postage
I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
I got the golden egg plus the goose
Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
Keep my money rico, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko
Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us
Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung
Is it appetite for destruction
Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin
Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
It's only right you pay homage
to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal
Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals
got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
Drunk off of cheap wine
Each line be on point when I speak mine
On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, and to the Wu
Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through
Outro: Roxanne
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X)
*violins play on for a while*
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X)
Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
Wu-Tannnnnnnng
[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
[Roxanne] And RZA...
Duck Season-
Scrape y'all motherfuckers, this is my word
When you see us -- when you see us flashing and shining
and building, and adding on, y'all niggaz just watch
Hear me? Only ones who we got respect for
is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear me? Pay attention, put your shoes on
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again
Pirahna nigga bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to assist it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, yo Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, float on the track, flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts, it's over God, so taste this tofu
Remember, baggy jeans Timber-lands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blast enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that, Mazola rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians, la costra nostra
We moving through your hood like we supposed ta, flexin
Lexy Diamonds close the settlement, so keep the bust-ya-gun Boo
Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on, the Billboard snored, check it now
You get the gold dick award, it's like jail and it's the sixth floor
Test me, boating in the S.E., now let's see
Half of y'all niggaz built your rhyme from my stress tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo
Stay militant kid, push it like bolo
You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it
Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, y'all niggaz money's getting low
But could you come back doe, set up shop, and get the phat glow
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinkin with us or put your shield down, faggot
[Raekwon] [RZA]
You fuck around punk Bitch, fuckin punk niggaz
We battle for cream nigga Seven-Fifteen, yo
Verse Two: RZA
You want a pound crab, nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the four-four reflecting off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nuttin changed nigga
Still shame on a nigga, who tried to run game
You're version of perversion, fucking bitches on Persian rugs
Washin niggaz like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steels twelve gauge front page Early Chronicle reads
Hell Up in Gotham, take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like autumn leaves, you lack tranquility
in your rap utilities, to fuck with the abilities
Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone, ancient poems of poetry
Old tomes, explosive head bullets, black hooded
Timberland footed ninjas, with full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist
for your ices curtains and vice
Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to the fiery diary, irie... we irie
I need eighteen points for my next joint, this high annointed king
To make a deal, I be the one to appoint
Steve Rifkind must have been sniffin, to catch somethin so dope
That left Monika Linz pussy drippin
I fuck hundreds of bitches, and spent millions of dollars
and built with thousands of scholars, my life saga
From the hill to horror, legal came brown like Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, thieves and bank robbers
We drove expensive whips and took world-wide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessans, and the world's best refreshment
But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seed, in the home that I rest in
Into my zone get blown in ninety-nine sections
Verse Three: Method Man
This rhyme has no limitations, this time there's no hesitation
Collectin mines at the door
You want it niggaz it's yours, the flavor's raw
What the fuck you think I'm flowin for, it's rhyme and reason
Bite the bullet, niggaz is fowl and it's Duck Seazon
We at odds til we even motherfucker
Bad asses, high time, lower classes
Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
Bring it to him, room service, under pressure
and mad nervous, waving guns at the clergy
Ticallion, we ain't worried, keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty
Picture this, watch the birdy
These Bastards is Ol and Dirty, with sharp hems
that be stabbin you, pins and needles, needles and pins
Nuff said, dick in your mouth, like Tempest Bled
As I race track with thoroughbreds, duckin the feds
Verse Four: Raekwon the Chef
Yo, my ice look fly up on the keyboard Son
Niggaz ran up on me Lord, praisin what we do, by the laws
That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like weight
Feed a fool, let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction, that's the whole science on my
production, y'all niggaz guess who stuck Son, left his nuts sunk
Switch, finger itch, starin at you like a bitch
Maybe y'all niggaz snitched
Youse a loner, Adidas shell-top with lye
sip of Corona, read the rev report then bone her
Buy you some jewels, here's some food
Not neccessarily, mean to be rude Boo, check out the analoo
We in the mushrooms, taste of Heineken accustomed
Baggy jeans, thick ropes God, sliding through customs
Chill, y'all niggaz know what time it is
James Bond Beamers behind me, on Bacardi Limon
Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan, he cought a slug for lyin
Yeah you was lyin, where's the cash, crying
Militia, rolling in position, Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian
Lex retally back, whistlin, fake fucks...
*sounds of swords clashing, and fighting*
How dare you rebuild the Wu-Tang Clan against me?
For that you're gonna DIE!
I may not be the one to stop you, but somebody will very soon
Also, the Wu-Tang Clan, will rise again
There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang
Severe Punishments-
You're... despicable
Are you, my judge?
It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
Verse One: U-God
Yo, yeah, yo, yo
Yo, yeh
Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
Time's ticking, 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 something 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 of spider, to God saga why bother
Godfather talk drama, fly swatters
Number two, Chao San Poi
Verse Two: The Genius/GZA
This Wu shit be hard to kill off full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing 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
Real thin and shift through the pipeline
LP's delivered with style and potential
Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
order, revealin hidden tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up
Watch he act up, fifty-two 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 dead-armed 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
Verse Four: Prince Rakeem/RZA
Yo MC's 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
Melba 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
Thirty-six 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
Verse Five: 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 ground 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 harrowing experience
You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap
and proceeds 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
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 are 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 are you ready?
