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Wu-Tang Clan "Reunited"
1997 Wu-Tang Forever
[Lyrics]
[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 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 off 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 mastered
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, it formed the
mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it,
was plural
Rhymin while impaired, 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: 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 wrinkled, 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, Enter 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...
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