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WU-Element
09-13-2006, 04:32 AM
Try to decipher this shit...I got the hook but rest is like ???


Yo, yeah bitch

Aiyyo, motherfucker

Aiyyo, swallow it


Aiyyo we dazzle off this bloody version of
'Glaciers'

Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth,
swallowed his razor (wsssht)

Say no more, my back be parked
against the wall

Trooper square holding, 'Face
don't give a fuck about 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
jumper 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, till 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 spells 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

yo
word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose
out

Sixty center get the Rover out

Featherhead
heathens, teethin on mic dicks

When thy 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 battin average

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!

Wu-Tality
09-14-2006, 03:24 PM
Trooper square holding, 'Face
don't give a fuck about the law

We've got the block locked, ghostface
doesn't give a fuck about the law


Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it

Club bandit never leaves the club without chicks which he fucks

Lil' Ruger
09-14-2006, 03:26 PM
o metal gear goopd game -random who is that rapper..... im dumb