Illest Wu lyrics ever

[CELL]

Holocaust on Doomsday


This is doomsday for MCs with hollow skills

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills

And fake ass fives that they dont even drive

Hip hop is war and only strong MCs will survive

( 2x )



Half dead platoon leader but woken by enemy heaters

Juggernot on the block lash shots at armed retreaters

Why teach it to the utmost unified?

Fuck coast, conquered galaxies leaving the banner ruthless cut throats

Brains explode, bloddy spatters on the road

My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul

Hearts cold, blast shots through your nosehole

Im hostile, the slugs ricochet through your nostril

Strike your tonsils

Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid

Smash hits that open you like bullets wit glass tips

Kill braid, the black sea serpent who swallow ships

My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips

Part the dirt, and raise dead soldiers wit a curse

Bury thieves wit no headstones so they get back to the earth

Still shinin, Im the sun, wars increase by the ton

Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, chop out your lungs

[ol dirty abbot]

baby baby come on baby come on baby come onnnnnnnnnn what the fuck anybody wanna do right motherfucking now? errr errr errrrr im the dog whos ahead of the law the dirty bastard from the wu tang squad can i get raw yes i get dirty to the floor rhymmmmeeeessss hitting on ya mind you can never ignore hip hop to me is like the place to be, my specialty from me to you ass MCs say what you wanna saayyyyyaaaa babby saayyyyaaaa i flip the microfone up any daaayyyyaaaa im mad swift cause i got that gift of gab nighas get mad ya ass never had this talent that i got will resound the spot MCs you got paid alot, you ever notice a black man damn mostly slams when it comes to the money you it aint funny so what ya wanna do watcha gotta to is come can i get a wuuuuuuuu tang WU TANG WU TANG WU TANG WU TANG WU TANG WU TANG WU TANG its on ya brain

[Ironman Starks]

Originally Posted by ol dirty abbot

baby baby come on baby come on baby come onnnnnnnnnn what the fuck anybody wanna do right motherfucking now? errr errr errrrr im the dog whos ahead of the law the dirty bastard from the wu tang squad can i get raw yes i get dirty to the floor rhymmmmeeeessss hitting on ya mind you can never ignore hip hop to me is like the place to be, my specialty from me to you ass MCs say what you wanna saayyyyyaaaa babby saayyyyaaaa i flip the microfone up any daaayyyyaaaa im mad swift cause i got that gift of gab nighas get mad ya ass never had this talent that i got will resound the spot MCs you got paid alot, you ever notice a black man damn mostly slams when it comes to the money you it aint funny so what ya wanna do watcha gotta to is come can i get a wuuuuuuuu tang WU TANG WU TANG WU TANG WU TANG WU TANG WU TANG WU TANG its on ya brain

I LOVE THAT LINE SO HARD but..

i have to go with my man ghost on Soul Controller i dont know why its just sooooo tight that song

[venex]

Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
And drug spots, well if you’re too poor to move out
Or get a new house, it’s like livin in a war walkin through shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
Be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You’re trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
Seconds after that you fade out, you’re played out, you’re laid out
Your heart nearly gave out, you’re lucky that you made out
With just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets [sniff] let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
Of universal law, I’m callin on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see grym reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I’m ancient as ’amen’, see I stay grym
Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in sing-sing
I bring grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can’t rap wind blast
I make em slim fast, lookin like stick figures
I’m all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost victoria secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner’s
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
You better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey


peace!

[the silencer]

Originally Posted by CELL

Holocaust on Doomsday


This is doomsday for MCs with hollow skills

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills

And fake ass fives that they dont even drive

Hip hop is war and only strong MCs will survive

( 2x )



Half dead platoon leader but woken by enemy heaters

Juggernot on the block lash shots at armed retreaters

Why teach it to the utmost unified?

Fuck coast, conquered galaxies leaving the banner ruthless cut throats

Brains explode, bloddy spatters on the road

My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul

Hearts cold, blast shots through your nosehole

Im hostile, the slugs ricochet through your nostril

Strike your tonsils

Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid

Smash hits that open you like bullets wit glass tips

Kill braid, the black sea serpent who swallow ships

My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips

Part the dirt, and raise dead soldiers wit a curse

Bury thieves wit no headstones so they get back to the earth

Still shinin, Im the sun, wars increase by the ton

Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, shot out your lungs

Yo, yo

coodnt agree more about this verse....

the other night i listend to Dirty Weaponry right after blazin n i was buggin off this song......just tryin to imagine the dude writin this fuckin verse....

Dom Pachinos nuts in that song 2...

[the silencer]

PS: in the chorus its "and fake ass rides that they dont even drive"

[CELL]

Originally Posted by the silencer

PS: in the chorus its "and fake ass rides that they dont even drive"

It REALLY sounds like fives to me.
5.0's or something

[CELL]

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseased kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made mc’s sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curves
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I’m filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, tempt me
I’ll break it simply, I’m horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloody
Bath
While, I’m sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got oscar nominee mc’s stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, bobby’s throwin razor cd’s like ninja stars
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DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN
That shit gives me chills everytime I hear it.

[Orion Nebulus]

Originally Posted by CELL

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseased kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made mc’s sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curves
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I’m filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, tempt me
I’ll break it simply, I’m horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloody
Bath
While, I’m sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got oscar nominee mc’s stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, bobby’s throwin razor cd’s like ninja stars
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN
That shit gives me chills everytime I hear it.

Most brutal verse known to man period!!!! Infact any verse by Holocuast/Warcloud is the dopest verse.

[Rebel_INS]

Originally Posted by CELL

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseased kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made mc’s sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curves
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I’m filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, tempt me
I’ll break it simply, I’m horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloody
Bath
While, I’m sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got oscar nominee mc’s stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, bobby’s throwin razor cd’s like ninja stars
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN
That shit gives me chills everytime I hear it.

yea that shit is fucken insane in da membrane g

[MASTER PAI MEI]

Originally Posted by Number4theLizard

There are too many for me to say one, but this is up there for me:

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent from the president, to raid your residence
because you had secret evidence
and documents
on how they raped the continents
and lynched the prominent, dominant, Islamic
Asiatic Black Hebrew
The year 2002, the battle's filled with the WU
6 million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

Originally Posted by CELL

Holocaust on Doomsday


This is doomsday for MCs with hollow skills

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills

And fake ass fives that they dont even drive

Hip hop is war and only strong MCs will survive

( 2x )



Half dead platoon leader but woken by enemy heaters

Juggernot on the block lash shots at armed retreaters

Why teach it to the utmost unified?

Fuck coast, conquered galaxies leaving the banner ruthless cut throats

Brains explode, bloddy spatters on the road

My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul

Hearts cold, blast shots through your nosehole

Im hostile, the slugs ricochet through your nostril

Strike your tonsils

Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid

Smash hits that open you like bullets wit glass tips

Kill braid, the black sea serpent who swallow ships

My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips

Part the dirt, and raise dead soldiers wit a curse

Bury thieves wit no headstones so they get back to the earth

Still shinin, Im the sun, wars increase by the ton

Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, chop out your lungs

Originally Posted by CELL

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseased kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made mc’s sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curves
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I’m filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, tempt me
I’ll break it simply, I’m horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloody
Bath
While, I’m sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got oscar nominee mc’s stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, bobby’s throwin razor cd’s like ninja stars
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN
That shit gives me chills everytime I hear it.

These 3 are the best IMO

[DasGnu]

1. Masta Killa @ Glaciers of ice

Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of pulse will increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords being swung
Slicing with a vocal
From the international vocalist
Ya style is too local
To fuck with this
All fits of antagonists
No assistance movin motionless
Mysterious swiftness
Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
Mental gives the signal to the physical
Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
Violent temperments
Uncountenance dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries start

2. Ghostface @ Bells of war

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

[ol dirty abbot]

wu-tang clan aint nothing to fuck wit

[Parental]

Swordsman

[Decka]

to hard a question to answer