Lyrics
Wu-Tang Clan
Songs:
Artist: Wu-Tang presents Bobby
Digital, Killarmy, Method Man
Album: Wu-Tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1
Song: And Justice For All
***Chorus*** (x2)
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
we never fall
we stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
[Killa Sin]
We move on M.C.'s mechanically
strike nerve like Ghost Vs. a canopy
hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
respect this
specialist
black
testing this will get ya necklace jacked
and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
you the type of nigga that'll hardly speak
unless you spoken to
we throw a cold screw
and sober up when im approaching you
at the same time we posting two
niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do what they supposed to do
the limelight
snatched away from you because its my night
killarm blaze inside of the twilight
you better get ya lines right
half of thease crabs cant even rhyme right
which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight
what you want I already got
and after I controll I keep head high, head pon-cocked
and pockets rollin'
you foldin'
you fagot ass fuck
[Dom Pachino]
yo farotion never fails
shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
inhale life
exhale strive anxiety's trife
blowin' smoke out my peice pipe
ducking the snipe
shot off the top of the White House and cop 4'S
war never does and many causes
my offense is my defense extreme precautious
moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
ya forcing it
parishly extortionists
aborting this
space ship thats spacious face it
im on contain shit
pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
the case is
if not ya basic
way to make shit
embrace it
knowing some day you'll have to face it
***Chorus***
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
we never fall
we stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
(so fuck yall, so fuck yall niggas)
[Bobby Digital]
yo, yo hard to grapple
I raise the sharp scaple
technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip
blunts cherry bomb
very calm
first bursts like a shot from the Berry homes
you'd be most wise to pay close attention
to willy lynchin'
its stupid to fuck wit' Bobby Steel's henchmen
I step into presidential
credentials, evident my potential
be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
only ones can know me
swore me before the Dolby
Alexis Colby broads try to control me
pussy whip me like Toby
fuck the local
I move global
economical
ship sea promise fool
my info glow
and the dark Wu-Tang logo
sparks the attention, look listen observe
killa bee swerv
slam like Dr. Julias Erv
still strike the vital nerve
charter through the Magna Carta
trapped like Otis and Carter
wild like the Shaolin style or Manos Harbor
king devine forced to shine
head burst open like a bottle of Pine
use penmenship
when I write my script
blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless
Killa Hill syndrome
peace to Two Tone
he must know me to understand me from what you do
to realize Im you
everything I do honey bee from the bee hive
Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe
of Levi smoke out and not steal
or blunt spill
the indestructable Bobby Steel's is here
[Method Man]
Yo In The Heat of The Night
my 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and Trappa John M.D.
full metal jackets
cuz' some gots to have it
kill or be killed
only time will reveal
I think by myself
and I drink by myself
from 9-8 until
let me know its real son if its really real
understandable
self explainable
caution John Blaze flamable
when under pressure, interchangable and still
coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed
how Johnny do it
dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
two and off
stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
bottom line be this high, explosive
not for the average Joseph
come and get some
hol' it, keep one
up in the chamber
blast wit' my middle finger
now I toss men
attack like the Four Horsemen
see me dog walkin'
strickly getty-o slang talkin'
all up in thease guts, soften
thease rap niggas, official
we slap niggas
wit' mak' charges
dope shit regardless
we usually take another niggas garments (what)
[Killarmy]
Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in '98
niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch
politicians
who be pola-tickin'
slam through expand total construction accross the planet and
micro chip software
placed in the rear of ya ear
as I sit the next year
all yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital
shit is critical
like the hallways in my projects
similar to the streets in Tibet
fuck that I aint playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)
Artist:
Wu-Tang presents Ghostface Killah
Album: Wu-Tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1
Song: Cobra Clutch
Yo, yeah bitch
Aiyyo, motherfucker
Aiyyo, swallow it
Aiyyo we ?dash log? this bloody version of 'Glaciers'
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (wsssht)
Say no more, my fat beat parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck I'm not the law
Take off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my temple logo look familiar? It's power (Where is he?)
Yo every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer
Gucci sneaker rockin just another form of 'Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin, supreme clientele, tune I'm droppin
Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out
Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it
Mark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin down in Boston
Both of them dead, cop in the loft and
big chain swingin nigga, Matchbox car drivin
Street whylin, Role' with the four-finger glidin
Watch him, scorchin with ? and top toxin
Amoxins til the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust
Ghost'll keep shinin til the sun bust
? out, born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose out
Sixty center get the Rover out
Featherhead heathens, teethin on mic dicks
? said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga!"
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?'
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at
Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest
NOW, who the hypest in New York City?
WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!
"I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it? Is that what you're tryin to tell me?"
--> Superfly
Aiyyo, the moccasin money, one man behind the plate
Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby
Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell drama
one oh five point six llama
Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro Beanfield
Watch me inhale half of you, new attributes
Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X
Compression with the A and sharp press
Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips, vanilla suckle
with jasmine bits, five hundred rap baggin marriage
One taste the bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapes
from the fermenting hell halls of tragic
Speaking to the First of April's, deep in the rap game
Erasial, Excedrin head bredderns catch facials
Side orders, one telephone for take out
Stomp your man half to death rob him then we break it
Get off on the ?Clove? Exit, knees dirty, chick now
with low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me
Cause it's law, order today, we pay dues
New Tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube
Deck the Halls, crush salary dice that's in ? hall
Hey y'all Peppermint Pattie's, slum my Peter Paul
Wrangler, straight laid the track when it's sag
with one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up
Ticklish, Crunchberry niggaz at the flicks pissed off
Standin in the rain and can't find they whips
Suckers! Motherfucker! Yo
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?'
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at
Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest
NOW, who the hypest in New York City?
WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!