Shyheim Lyrics
Shyheim Lyrics
"Young Godz Lyrics"
I'm Not Moving Lyrics
If you feel it do it, You don't need a reason For all you know/it could be good for you To show your feelings Don't just leave them Do the things you believe in, it's alright Don't worry turn around, I will still be here I'm not moving...don't worry You just try and push me out No, I'm not moving...don't worry No, I'm not going anywhere tonight If you think it, say it 'Cos no-one will stop you Don't keep quiet, just 'cos you think you ought to Feel free to shout it loud, speak your mind, spit it out 'Cos I'm not moving...don't worry You just try and push me out No I'm not moving/I can sit it out Don't worry, there's no hurry So don't worry turn around, I will still be here If it hurts don't do it 'Cos no-one can take you mak
If you feel it do it, You don't need a reason For all you know/it could be good for you To show your feelings Don't just leave them Do the things you believe in, it's alright Don't worry turn around, I will still be here I'm not moving...don't worry You just try and push me out No, I'm not moving...don't worry No, I'm not going anywhere tonight If you think it, say it 'Cos no-one will stop you Don't keep quiet, just 'cos you think you ought to Feel free to shout it loud, speak your mind, spit it out 'Cos I'm not moving...don't worry You just try and push me out No I'm not moving/I can sit it out Don't worry, there's no hurry So don't worry turn around, I will still be here If it hurts don't do it 'Cos no-one can take you mak
Intro: RZA, Raekwon
Yo *echoes*
Older cats *echoes*
Yo *echoes*
Whassup Rae? What's going on Son?
Whattup dude?
Yeah, I ain't see y'all cats in a long time
Check it, yo
Y'all better be on that shit too
Older cats max with young godz who got the guns
KnowhatI'msayin son?
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
KnowhatI'msayin son?
Yo son
Of the young Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get done
You the first man, you go first son
Verse One: Shyheim
I'm mobb deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be
on some thug shit, runnin wild through New York City
Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun
Stapleton is where I'm from
And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)
Cuz the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career
I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta
Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner
And squeeze, if I get front on my nine millimi
will have my enemies, behind trees
Niggaz that think they live cuz they puff a little lye
Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't think they'll kill us
Chorus: RZA, with Rae
Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
You right about that kid
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
The beat is sounding like Star Trek
Of the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue
So y
Showdown At The Border Lyrics
His necktie is bright red From lookin' in one direction No flowerchild in his bed He's got oil well protection Just had to be a blind dog Chewin' on everything Took a slice of the blackbird pie She began her singing I know that your oil is black But your dipstick is pearly white Ten gallons on your head That ain't what I need tonight Showdown at the border Showdown at the border Showdown at the border The rendezvous was neutral He don't want no gossip headlines Her polaroid blackmail He said,"No way I've had mine" Just too much for him to lose Because of some Cuervo passion Cold, cold forty-five, answered in Texas fashion I know that your oil is black But the dipstick is pearly white Ten gallons on your heado, youknowhatI'msayin Son?
Verse Two: Madman
Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon
I meditate then swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is able to be bi-debatable
When I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer
A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer
causes niggaz to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
Between my anger, I lock down every chamber
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic
Build off of rhymin calisthetics
I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler done Germans
and become the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera
They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness
as I hang with Jehovah's Witnesses
Chorus: RZA
Older cats max with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the slums
From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue
Verse Three: Rubbabandz
Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border with your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme
Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine
When I dine, the automatic weapon
Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite direction
My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go round for round
Straight up and
Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks
Or you'll be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in here
The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair
Chorus: Raekwon, RZA
Older...
Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down
Yeah, and yo
Now yo, youknowhatI'msayin?
I wanna tell y'all
Y'all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp
Aiyyo Rae, you got Killa Sin
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child
So just take your time and handle life as it comes
Motherfuckin Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through
Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do
Showin and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin forever
Verse Four: Killa Sin
Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the peace
Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones Beach
in the summer, number one gunner run for cover
Keep em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves
I cock back, action packed raps and gats
niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
for actin snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
Cuz Wu-Tang live, forever and a day
you better pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray
We never play with commercialism
The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism
My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known
I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than that AIDS shit
My right hand man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand
And to my Physical one love power crazy real
for all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal
Chorus: RZA
Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
Come the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max, young godz got the guns
Out of town niggaz best to run
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung
Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young
Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Aiyyo stop it
Older cats max but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung...
His necktie is bright red From lookin' in one direction No flowerchild in his bed He's got oil well protection Just had to be a blind dog Chewin' on everything Took a slice of the blackbird pie She began her singing I know that your oil is black But your dipstick is pearly white Ten gallons on your head That ain't what I need tonight Showdown at the border Showdown at the border Showdown at the border The rendezvous was neutral He don't want no gossip headlines Her polaroid blackmail He said,"No way I've had mine" Just too much for him to lose Because of some Cuervo passion Cold, cold forty-five, answered in Texas fashion I know that your oil is black But the dipstick is pearly white Ten gallons on your head
Verse Two: Madman
Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon
I meditate then swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is able to be bi-debatable
When I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer
A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer
causes niggaz to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
Between my anger, I lock down every chamber
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic
Build off of rhymin calisthetics
I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler done Germans
and become the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera
They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness
as I hang with Jehovah's Witnesses
Chorus: RZA
Older cats max with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the slums
From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue
Verse Three: Rubbabandz
Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border with your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme
Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine
When I dine, the automatic weapon
Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite direction
My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go round for round
Straight up and
In Perfection Lyrics
This is the beginning of the end From this point on and on Nothing will ever be the same again My life is going its own way, running its own race I need structure, I need belief Now I can't find a single word... speechless Now I can't find a single emotion... numb How can I get my life back...dead? Stranded I am Trapped I feel Defeated by time My mind still stands here Twisting, turning and changing it all Reforming me into something I don't recall I wanna set things straight I wanna make things clear This is who I am This is what I feel This is how I die Now I can't find a single word... speechless Now I can't find a single emotion... numb How can I get my life back...dead?
own, I broke the sound barrierThis is the beginning of the end From this point on and on Nothing will ever be the same again My life is going its own way, running its own race I need structure, I need belief Now I can't find a single word... speechless Now I can't find a single emotion... numb How can I get my life back...dead? Stranded I am Trapped I feel Defeated by time My mind still stands here Twisting, turning and changing it all Reforming me into something I don't recall I wanna set things straight I wanna make things clear This is who I am This is what I feel This is how I die Now I can't find a single word... speechless Now I can't find a single emotion... numb How can I get my life back...dead?
Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks
Or you'll be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in here
The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair
Chorus: Raekwon, RZA
Older...
Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down
Yeah, and yo
Now yo, youknowhatI'msayin?
I wanna tell y'all
Y'all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp
Aiyyo Rae, you got Killa Sin
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child
So just take your time and handle life as it comes
Motherfuckin Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through
Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do
Showin and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin forever
Verse Four: Killa Sin
Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the peace
Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones Beach
in the summer, number one gunner run for cover
Keep em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves
I cock back, action packed raps and gats
niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
for actin snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
Cuz Wu-Tang live, forever and a day
you better pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray
We never play with commercialism
The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism
My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known
I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than that AIDS shit
Which Way to America Lyrics
(V. Reid) I look at the T.V. Your America's doing well I look out the window My America's catching hell I just want to know which way do I go to get to your America? I just want to know which way do I go to get to your America? I change the channel Your America's doing fine I read the headlines My America's doing time I just want to know which way do I go to get to your America? I just want to know which way do I go to get to your America? Go west young, go west young man Don't want to crossover But how do I keep from going under? Where is my picket fence? My long, tall glass of lemonade? Where is my VCR, my stereo, my T.V. show? I look at the T.V. I don't see your America I look out the window I don't see yo
While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave sift(V. Reid) I look at the T.V. Your America's doing well I look out the window My America's catching hell I just want to know which way do I go to get to your America? I just want to know which way do I go to get to your America? I change the channel Your America's doing fine I read the headlines My America's doing time I just want to know which way do I go to get to your America? I just want to know which way do I go to get to your America? Go west young, go west young man Don't want to crossover But how do I keep from going under? Where is my picket fence? My long, tall glass of lemonade? Where is my VCR, my stereo, my T.V. show? I look at the T.V. I don't see your America I look out the window I don't see yo
My right hand man, myself and the Clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand
And to my Physical one love power crazy real
for all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal
Chorus: RZA
Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
Come the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max, young godz got the guns
Out of town niggaz best to run
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung
Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young
Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Aiyyo stop it
Older cats max but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max but young godz got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung...