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Tekster: Wu-Tang Clan. Wu-Tang Forever. Bells Of War.

Yeah, yo, give me the cue
Skip the introduction, prostate 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

There's no honor amongst thieves, 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

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 circumference, 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 permissible

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

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

Motherfuckers
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

All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right
It's like come on man
This nigga fucked up motherfuckin' Whittaker
Dang, he caught Whittaker

Mmm hmm
He caught Whittaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by Holy field
Holy field, yeah, word up

Hey, Mike's, Mike's gonna forfeit this fight
He ain't fighting McDermit, he ain't fightin'?
Nope, whattup?
You talkin' 'bout he, what he, what he, what he did?
Told them he cut his eye, in sparring

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, you'se 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

You know 'cause Wu-Tang is invincible, you know what I mean?
It's Wu-Tang Forever God
(Invincible)
Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W
You gonna get down with that W

That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom
You know what I'm sayin'? That's the Wisdom of the Universe
That's the truth of Allah for the Nation of the Gods
You know what I'm sayin'? We breakin' egg through these days God
You know what I'm sayin'? We got the fuckin' way

We got the medicine for yo' sickness
Out here, ya know what I mean?
I was telling Shorty like
Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school
Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD

And you'll get all the education you need this year
You know what I mean?
(Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit)
Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God
Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God

You know what I'm sayin'? Knahmean?
(Oh hell no, none of this shit)
C'mon man, beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz
(Niggaz can't even understand half this shit)
Nah
(Man, no)

I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out till the year two-G
(Wax niggaz ass for free or fee)
Word, yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even
Comin' out until Two Thousand
You know what I mean? That's just gonna come back with a comet

You hear, we gonna bring a comet
(Check for that shit in the millennium)
You know what I mean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man
(Be the resurrection)
The Gods is here man
Born Gods is here
(Born God)