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Wu-tang Clan – Bells of war

Wu-tang Clan – Bells of war

Wu-tang Clan “Bells of war” song

⬇️ Next Dates • Lyrics • Album • Credits ⬇️



    [Verse One: U-God]

    Yeah, yo
    Give me the cue
    Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function
    The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed
    Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas
    Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling
    Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them
    Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm
    Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture
    Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures
    When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance
    Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance
    Words seem to zing on down to Bejing
    When we touch down you crown renowned kings

    [Verse Two: Method Man]

    There’s no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical
    Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men
    But not these, we profound hardcore sound
    To MC’s thumbs down, prepare
    Killa bees it be warfare, this the year
    Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square
    If we go there we go gritty
    And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor
    My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs
    The smell of fear makes my nostrils — flair, truth or dare
    Ask yourself can you compare
    to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode
    or he be gone, yeah
    The struggle goes on, you’ve been warned
    P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs
    Must we drop in the Ninety-Now
    Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical

    [Verse Three: RZA]

    You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding
    Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks’ll be spitting
    You gots to be kidding, yo

    It’s common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense
    I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance
    Can’t be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds
    Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above
    MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble
    Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals
    Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions
    Wack MC’s only lasted one season
    The morale was low at the corral
    Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our
    aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
    All that other bullshit ain’t permissable
    Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual
    Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible
    illegible, every egg ain’t edible
    My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol’ Nat Cole
    Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier
    Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper
    Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia
    and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang

    [Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon]

    The weight of the fam is on our back and we can’t fall
    Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin
    We came to punish the glutton with a substance
    That can’t be contained, Wu-Tang

    We be seeing y’all asses when we walk up in the club
    Y’all all in the back
    Scared to speak the speak cause you scared
    Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is

    [Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]

    Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz
    Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it
    M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens
    Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men’s
    Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross
    All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off
    These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up
    The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor
    Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
    Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the
    Monopoly king, Slavic poetry
    Carnegie Hall’s off the hook, let’s push through the armory
    Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers
    Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless

  • DOWNLOAD “Wu-tang Forever” ALBUM
  • Track Produced By: RZA
    Samples: “Sneakin’ in the Back” by Tom Scott

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