| Song | Lab Drunk |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo |
| 作词 : Diggs | |
| Wu-Tang worldwide, | |
| Wu-Tang, Bobby | |
| Digital worldwide | |
| Worldwide, word up, all y'all crab | |
| MC's out there | |
| Let me spark y'all like this one time | |
| Yo, I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles | |
| Chrome bowls, microphone arrows thrown strike | |
| Like stone paddles to ya head, you'll be spread across the floor | |
| And ain't headed for a bead of roses | |
| Needle threaded, one jaw have said it | |
| By the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship | |
| Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can't stay a-float | |
| You sink to the brink of extincted animals | |
| While I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals | |
| Steal stinger, | |
| Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences | |
| Quick to detect your intentions, if they're wicked | |
| Meditate, build the house on the next dimension | |
| My flow is cohesion, you'll be startled | |
| Stumbled into my lab half drunk | |
| Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck it, | |
| I got to spit this verse from my lung | |
| Stumbled inside my lab half drunk | |
| Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck it, | |
| I got to spit this verse, yo | |
| Pound drop your head to the canvas | |
| It's like you got no fuckin' manners | |
| You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin' banners | |
| Touchin' amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers | |
| Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the cannister | |
| You can't compare to an atom of my hair | |
| While my verbal shot be drillin' through the cave of your ear | |
| Ricochet to the ceilin', the desert eagle hemisphere | |
| Deflect off your medulla, exit off to the rear | |
| MCin' is easier to me than breathin' | |
| And makin' beats to me is easier than bein' | |
| Killin' vibes is easier than seein' | |
| I be geein' and fuck with the | |
| Wu-Tang Clan is wildin' | |
| Bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez | |
| Plot by rocks, wildly ghost, still needle flyin' trees | |
| My mind sees all of the unusual energies | |
| Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze? | |
| Stumbled into my lab half drunk | |
| Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck that, | |
| I got to get a verse from my lung | |
| Stumbled inside my lab half drunk | |
| Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck it, | |
| I got to spit it | |
| Yo, your floweress is powerless against me | |
| Your cowardices attack can master track alchemist raps | |
| Rap Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, lex bullet 4 | |
| Millennium falcon, just to protect the | |
| Wu-Tang's sacred | |
| ValiumChased by | |
| Jake's planes, | |
| I race state's police | |
| We slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts | |
| Unpredictable pain is inflict able | |
| Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you1.9 level meter, son, you just skipped on my class | |
| Is here to rap camera classes, hi-jack these bus passes | |
| This system was symphonic, jacked with no masses | |
| Sound systems blast-es, rhyme system was writin', well-casted | |
| Strong as safari hunter, calm in black mongo | |
| Unplug the dynamic mic cord and hung you | |
| From a towerin' speaker, | |
| I tape your ear to the tweeter | |
| My mental idea's are more severe than your heater | |
| Innocent drive-bys, 85'ers shoot try to over throw us | |
| They love us like babies, once they get to know us | |
| Your floweress is powerless against me | |
| Stumbled into my lab half drunk | |
| Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck that, | |
| I got to get a verse from my lung | |
| Stumbled into my lab half drunk | |
| Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck that, | |
| I got to get the verse out my lung |
| zuò cí : Diggs | |
| WuTang worldwide, | |
| WuTang, Bobby | |
| Digital worldwide | |
| Worldwide, word up, all y' all crab | |
| MC' s out there | |
| Let me spark y' all like this one time | |
| Yo, I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles | |
| Chrome bowls, microphone arrows thrown strike | |
| Like stone paddles to ya head, you' ll be spread across the floor | |
| And ain' t headed for a bead of roses | |
| Needle threaded, one jaw have said it | |
| By the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship | |
| Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can' t stay afloat | |
| You sink to the brink of extincted animals | |
| While I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals | |
| Steal stinger, | |
| Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences | |
| Quick to detect your intentions, if they' re wicked | |
| Meditate, build the house on the next dimension | |
| My flow is cohesion, you' ll be startled | |
| Stumbled into my lab half drunk | |
| Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck it, | |
| I got to spit this verse from my lung | |
| Stumbled inside my lab half drunk | |
| Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck it, | |
| I got to spit this verse, yo | |
| Pound drop your head to the canvas | |
| It' s like you got no fuckin' manners | |
| You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin' banners | |
| Touchin' amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers | |
| Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the cannister | |
| You can' t compare to an atom of my hair | |
| While my verbal shot be drillin' through the cave of your ear | |
| Ricochet to the ceilin', the desert eagle hemisphere | |
| Deflect off your medulla, exit off to the rear | |
| MCin' is easier to me than breathin' | |
| And makin' beats to me is easier than bein' | |
| Killin' vibes is easier than seein' | |
| I be geein' and fuck with the | |
| WuTang Clan is wildin' | |
| Bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez | |
| Plot by rocks, wildly ghost, still needle flyin' trees | |
| My mind sees all of the unusual energies | |
| Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze? | |
| Stumbled into my lab half drunk | |
| Honeydipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck that, | |
| I got to get a verse from my lung | |
| Stumbled inside my lab half drunk | |
| Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck it, | |
| I got to spit it | |
| Yo, your floweress is powerless against me | |
| Your cowardices attack can master track alchemist raps | |
| Rap Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, lex bullet 4 | |
| Millennium falcon, just to protect the | |
| WuTang' s sacred | |
| ValiumChased by | |
| Jake' s planes, | |
| I race state' s police | |
| We slay microphone foes, the size of robeasts | |
| Unpredictable pain is inflict able | |
| Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you1. 9 level meter, son, you just skipped on my class | |
| Is here to rap camera classes, hijack these bus passes | |
| This system was symphonic, jacked with no masses | |
| Sound systems blastes, rhyme system was writin', wellcasted | |
| Strong as safari hunter, calm in black mongo | |
| Unplug the dynamic mic cord and hung you | |
| From a towerin' speaker, | |
| I tape your ear to the tweeter | |
| My mental idea' s are more severe than your heater | |
| Innocent drivebys, 85' ers shoot try to over throw us | |
| They love us like babies, once they get to know us | |
| Your floweress is powerless against me | |
| Stumbled into my lab half drunk | |
| Honeydipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck that, | |
| I got to get a verse from my lung | |
| Stumbled into my lab half drunk | |
| Honeydipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like | |
| I ran over | |
| I skunkWiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month | |
| But fuck that, | |
| I got to get the verse out my lung |