To the Rescue - Track Review

[beautifulrock]

To the Rescue

Wu-Chronicles Chapter 2
2001

U-God
Leathafase

True Master



(U-God)

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin'
One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons
Burn, handgun Hearns, standin' firm
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan
The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic
Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battle Star Galactic'
Skull tactic, sporadic, Asiatic, long awaited
Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated
You hated us, cuz we immortal on wax
Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax
Shallack em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin
Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin'

[Chorus]

Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress
And Leathafase pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

(Leathafase)

I know how to part your Medula, oblong gotta
Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered
By my block sponsors, monster Tonka truck ya
The whole train conductor
A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka
Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds
Infrared, signin' on the glock, splittin' ya head
Drippin wet from death threat messages I inject
Intellect reflects worldwide over internets
Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin' like incense
Vets broken into the flesh, soakin' in ya own mess
Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets
Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows
Holdin' ya breath, gaggin' for a bit of oxygen
Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document
Lockin' position, invision', adapt critical condition
Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin'
Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites
Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries
Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives
Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside
In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow
Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles
Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin' you
Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin' you
Claim professional, but I never met you
Son I never forget you
I slaughter foes when my particles wet you
To the Rescue

[Chorus]

Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

(U-God)

Slash hope, raw burnin', freezin' thoughts are cold
Ballistic missile lift off, now one behold
My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume
With grief fallin' on me in a breeze, the seas partin'
It's two men awesome, uncanny
The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny
Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me
I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw
Men ate the the law, practice my ambition
Understand determination, plus my burnin' condition
Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster
Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster
Exotic lens, bionic Tim's, hardcore organic
The floor panic when revolvin', Shaolin dodgin'
Potion of my juice, it's *Houston we have a problem*
Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred
The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness
Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse
The crash course, the portions of my Porsche
Divorce it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force
Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it
Toss the smokin' corpse, seldom sing
Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin' and swarmin'
Viking style, strikin' without warnin' a nation
Standin' ovation, rap devastation
New animation, the scandal
Bandle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you
God damn you! To the rescue

[Chorus]

Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

[Hollow Dartz]

Straight Raw classic.

[whers]

Without a doubt^

[David Daniel Davis]

Produced by True Master; enough said.

[beautifulrock]

U-God murks it, Leathfase murks it, sick PRO-du by True, classic

[DRUNKENARTS]

more uey flames

[Lex Lugor]

yea when you god hits a home run that shit usually gets caught in moons orbit

[The Jizzah]

sick..