1.Rumble (Featuring Method Man ＆ Inspectah Deck)
作詞：Derrick Harris, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Orlando
Irizarry, Clifford Smith
Countdown
Are you ready？ Are you mad inside？
Got you strapped down to your seats
Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
God speed, approach follow my lead
Fire winds gust, empire crush
Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit' the rush
Untouchable chunk of air, wax and soul
Sound waves slay out the back, can't smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
Night watch, pad mark, sparks spin a quake nuclear blast
Heavy on the cash, gimme what it takes now
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
Wit' the possibility to stop your walkin' ability
God forgive me, spark enemies wit' pistol grips
The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your
dick
Official scripts strikes when physical hits
You physical bitch, watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit
Submit, subject to the wreck wartone and thought poems
Liver than WWF Warzone
Walk upon the guarded tracks, bodies collapse
Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
Logical facts from the terror dome
Spill from the guts, trail to you puss from where you bust
In God, you now entrust
Dog you like hound and mutts
Pound pups get sound struck
Clown what？ You'll get drowned in the cut
While crowd round up
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Aiyyo yo, I spit bars
Travellin' tremendous speed measurin' far
Been bustin' satellites circlin' Mars
Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse
Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded
This music is mind control like computer chips
Been doin' this for numerous years, refuse to lose it
Wit' turbo tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier
Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over
Ayatollah, high roller nine totter
Mind controller, 2009 time folder
My coalition, bring the demolition
Wu-blade decision, slate the competition
Wit' no intermission, spittin' hazardous darts
Up front like Rosa Parks makin' million men march
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Yo, who got next？ Meth got next
I chin check, all these MC's line 'em up God, I
Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
Police squads tryin' to bogard, we rip and rob
The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death but scared to live
So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me
Slowly I turn, face the one and only
Naughty by nature, do my dirt all by my lonely
Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch, I keeps a bitch
36 Chambers, enter at your own risk
Take that watch off and tuck your necklace
City never sleeps, streets is restless
Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it
Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless
Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
2.Enter U-God
作詞：Robert F Diggs, Lamont Hawkins
Aw shit, now I got you tremble'n for the battle to begin
I'm not gonna leave this place with no sad face
'Cause I'm gonna win the battle everybody in the world just came
to see
Golden Arms, ah, take out these corn walled ass MC's
All y'all corns, walk out the door, ah
You run the same rhyme that the crowd don't wanna hear no more
Gun blastin' this and flashin' that, reality now actually
You better listen, you better listen carefully
We came here
(We came here)
To dull the bass
(Ha, ha, ha)
And Mathematics catch the cut while RZA Ra just hold the bass
And I'm rhyme and on timin', it's so fresh from out the pack
Niggas got problems, 'cause the Wu is fighting back
Please don't sing
(Please don't sing)
Yo battle rap
(Ha, ha, ha)
We got the most, the sugar coated bully rhymes from out the back
And we breakin' and we taken everything you fuckin' own
Not yo bitches, but yo fuckin' microphones
Y'all muthafuckas ready for the redemption？
Bring it muthafucka, yo yo, dis U-God representin' that W
Tru, we comin' through, I'm comin' through
Wit the redemption, this time it's me dolo solo here brah
Guerilla Warfare you know how we do
Uptown, Downtown, Dirty South, LA, New York, Chi Town
We commin' thru for this shit, represent
(Respresent)
Yo, yo, watch out, they let the hell out the gates
Now then, the Cheesaw have four chiefs
Number one is Golden Arms
3.Stay In Your Lane
作詞：Robert F. Diggs, Lamont Hawkins
Yeah, tired of all this shit God
Channel you wanna come out？
Niggas betta respect this shit
I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin' real lame
Same ol' funny cats, Radio Cats, Dummy Squads
Get one gold record step in the party hard
Like Tyson with ten body guards
Quiet stormin', we still countin' enourmous odds
One enter this shit, in a sence represent
Just the sun drenched the Gods up
Kept his law start date March 5th ninteen nintey nine
Mighty healthy, wealthy for fine
Braveheart, veins, respect mines
Before the war happened, we connect to your glass spines
And as we bash heads, clash nines, who said you could use my
lines？
Who said you could rock my Wu sings？
The golden eye chastisment, supreme team shit
Spy versus spy shit, small crimes comitted
Tryin' it wit' my shines on, gimme mines
Suppost to be comin' wit' proper flows son
Over the hill, headed with thrill on elephants till the buffalo
guns
The greatest of all times, this time, I'm not gon' say no names
If you not one of the same, I suggest you
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane
Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
If you ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane
The run-away train double the sting
Me and Edith stay beneath us
Flip like Batman and Bruce Wayne
Don't take my kindness for weakness, 36 peak shit
Sweetness, ride the bridges skim the bubbles real fridged
Don't get mad 'cause we lived it
As our dog we don't trouble you
Tell your bitch and your friends respect that 'W' too
Y'all make me sick
Renegade chicks, strap a grenade to my dick
This shit is feather
Stuck in a high, but more callibre job
To rip your best in half
We arm wrestle you till you beg
Pop your legs in the pretzel
The one in the flames and came out the drain, I suggest that you
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane
Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
If you ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane
The rain of Spain falls mainly on the plane
Ready to bake this shit
Snake verse crane
Detrail me, hope I fell
I'm hot on your tail people
You can't be the light
I came to Earth first by a meteorite
Frog, analog, non descript, I gently empty the clip
Crack the whip, rip you from your lips to your hips
Chip for some men off, you fake dreds
Action bitches about me and my black belt degree in rappin'
I make a whole lot of shit happen
The moister peal, oyster vapors
Ember on papers, still scalpin'
Y'all piggy backin' snakes
Jiggy rap, shinin' like 'Pac, a whole fuckin' album
This time, through the flames of triumph
Through the flames of triumph
I ain't go'n play no games
I ain't go'n play no games but I suggest you
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane, stay in your lane
Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
If you ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane, stay in your lane
Mothafucka stay in your lane
You ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane, stay in your lane
Stay in your fuckin' lane
Niggas
Bang bang
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