Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics

"Shaolin Worldwide Lyrics"

All Mine Lyrics
All the stars may shine bright All the clouds may be white But when you smile whoa how I feel so good That I can hardly wait to hold you Enfold you; never enough render your heart to me All mine You have to be From that cloud, number nine, danger starts That sharp incline and such sad regrets Oh as these starry skies As they swiftly fall, make no mistake You shant escape, tethered and tied There's nowhere to hide from me All mine You have to be So don't resist We shall exist Un

"Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface
{sample repeats in background of Street's intro}

Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)

Yo, yo
Never doubt the Life
(EHHHH! YO!) Yo
Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey
Yo (respect, that's my word)

[Street Life]
Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
All my life I've been poverty stricken
Always took what's mines, never was given
a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision
You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin
Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position
Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction
Concrete composition for emcee's in submission
Special edition crash course mission
Push through like the task force and crush all competition
See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin
Greet your man posted up like two little bitches
When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes
I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas
I can't stand the bid when it's all in my
Ins-Through-Mental Lyrics
Slowly drifting through the tunnel of light Away from reality and from all it's spite From the dreadful day to a safe night Emotion drain Through the veins Feel no pain Floating in the sky free as a bird Strange calm sounds that no one ever heard Reaches the mind like comfortable words Emotion drain Through the veins Feel no pain Ins-through-mental - Like a traveller Ins-through-mental - Hypnotised Inner secrets betray themselves Closing in on the eternal answer Exploring the unknown mental ga
business
Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted
I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness

Chorus: Method Man

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
(Yo, yo Math!)
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana
Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor
Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda
Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama
Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker
Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder
Fear the bow of the silent archer
Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter
Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
While
Thumb Lyrics
Wandering through the narrow thorough-fare, the motorway is standing on its own, I see me walking there...one for the road - one for the road, the headlights find my load, following signs and always taking my time, following signs these thumbs have klights of their own, one more for the road, just one more for the road, digital fun in the sun follow my thumb, follw my thumb, these thumbs are my guns see them dance when I'm blue, this beacon is my fare, anytime, anywhere,take a ride by a side in day or night, travelling through - some old, some new - just one more for the road, jus
bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar
Your highnes, the crowd hollar
Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma
Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas
The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the ?gosha?
Monster truck crush you imposters

Chorus: Method Man

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

[Method Man]
I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential
Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what I been thru
You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to
Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials
Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals
The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental
Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials
Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get intoGallowmere Lyrics
I have come to claim my throne again seek revenge on you Sir Fortesque though my army is beyond the grave I shall cast a spell and watch them rise I call upon them to return break from your graves unholy ones! My name is Zarok the sorcerer I just want to take back what's mine lead my militia to overthrow this realm you have intruded on sacred ground unaware of the magic it beholds I have been TO HELL AND now I'm BACK I will show no mercy, so beware! may the demonds fallbefore you now like the wheat befo
> Got the Clan jewels as I continue
to serve you everythin on that's on the menu
with Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up?
My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly
Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me
The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me
Shaolin What? Don't get it fucked up and cross me
Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy
Say it ain't so! Bust the callico
Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go

Chorus: Method Man

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

"wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface
"Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface
"wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface
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