Lyrical Swords Lyrics

Song	Lyrical Swords
Artist	Wu-Tang Clan
Album	Wu-Tang Meets The Indie Culture Instrumentals
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	作曲 : Austin, Cross, Grice
	Uh, Dreddy
	Kruger, what up, my nigga?
	Yeah, GZA, you know, uh,
	Rassy, you know
	Shouts out to my nigga
	Wreckonize, all my
	MIA [GZA:]
	Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
	Ahead of time, competition not even half close
	Let's say, by no means, an equal value
	Prematurely brought to play,
	I'll never allow you
	To strike first, so precautions must be taken
	And what's worst?
	When you're just fronting and faking
	It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
	And every line or word, is badly placed
	Even dealing with the narrow window of time
	My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines
	On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
	That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings
	Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in
	Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men
	Acting like they carry the gun that killed
	Lincoln Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from
	Kingston [Ras Kass:]
	Our goal is to learn y'all niggaz, about this new world order
	But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughter
	He the auditor, ain't let the
	NARC's see this barker
	Stick to bitches walls like
	I'm Peter
	Parker The
	Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
	Five niggaz licked, on the
	Internet jacked her
	Dog, I'm not a rapper,
	I'm the black
	Dracula Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black
	Acura Homies is gat packers, rat packer
	Fly nigga,
	I'm the Benjamin stack attractor
	Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
	Epitome of nice, after
	Rainbo press the lacquer
	And y'all niggaz is a waste, like fat chicks with little tits
	If your names not
	YKK, then get off my dick
	Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters,
	College kids and ex- felons feel this
	I'm sick with the words,
	Waterproofing
	Liquid Swords
	The world never heard this before, call me
	Mr. More Cause more money, more murder, and more spit to serve

	zuo qu : Austin, Cross, Grice
	Uh, Dreddy
	Kruger, what up, my nigga?
	Yeah, GZA, you know, uh,
	Rassy, you know
	Shouts out to my nigga
	Wreckonize, all my
	MIA GZA:
	Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
	Ahead of time, competition not even half close
	Let' s say, by no means, an equal value
	Prematurely brought to play,
	I' ll never allow you
	To strike first, so precautions must be taken
	And what' s worst?
	When you' re just fronting and faking
	It' s a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
	And every line or word, is badly placed
	Even dealing with the narrow window of time
	My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines
	On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
	That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings
	Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in
	Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men
	Acting like they carry the gun that killed
	Lincoln Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from
	Kingston Ras Kass:
	Our goal is to learn y' all niggaz, about this new world order
	But I' m still try' nna run up in the president' s daughter
	He the auditor, ain' t let the
	NARC' s see this barker
	Stick to bitches walls like
	I' m Peter
	Parker The
	Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
	Five niggaz licked, on the
	Internet jacked her
	Dog, I' m not a rapper,
	I' m the black
	Dracula Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black
	Acura Homies is gat packers, rat packer
	Fly nigga,
	I' m the Benjamin stack attractor
	Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
	Epitome of nice, after
	Rainbo press the lacquer
	And y' all niggaz is a waste, like fat chicks with little tits
	If your names not
	YKK, then get off my dick
	Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that' s why 5 percenters,
	College kids and ex felons feel this
	I' m sick with the words,
	Waterproofing
	Liquid Swords
	The world never heard this before, call me
	Mr. More Cause more money, more murder, and more spit to serve

	zuò qǔ : Austin, Cross, Grice
	Uh, Dreddy
	Kruger, what up, my nigga?
	Yeah, GZA, you know, uh,
	Rassy, you know
	Shouts out to my nigga
	Wreckonize, all my
	MIA GZA:
	Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
	Ahead of time, competition not even half close
	Let' s say, by no means, an equal value
	Prematurely brought to play,
	I' ll never allow you
	To strike first, so precautions must be taken
	And what' s worst?
	When you' re just fronting and faking
	It' s a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
	And every line or word, is badly placed
	Even dealing with the narrow window of time
	My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines
	On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
	That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings
	Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in
	Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men
	Acting like they carry the gun that killed
	Lincoln Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from
	Kingston Ras Kass:
	Our goal is to learn y' all niggaz, about this new world order
	But I' m still try' nna run up in the president' s daughter
	He the auditor, ain' t let the
	NARC' s see this barker
	Stick to bitches walls like
	I' m Peter
	Parker The
	Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
	Five niggaz licked, on the
	Internet jacked her
	Dog, I' m not a rapper,
	I' m the black
	Dracula Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black
	Acura Homies is gat packers, rat packer
	Fly nigga,
	I' m the Benjamin stack attractor
	Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
	Epitome of nice, after
	Rainbo press the lacquer
	And y' all niggaz is a waste, like fat chicks with little tits
	If your names not
	YKK, then get off my dick
	Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that' s why 5 percenters,
	College kids and ex felons feel this
	I' m sick with the words,
	Waterproofing
	Liquid Swords
	The world never heard this before, call me
	Mr. More Cause more money, more murder, and more spit to serve

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