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Wu Tang Forever (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, RZA, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, Cappadonna, Jackpot Scotty Wotty, U-God, Masta Killa & GZA)

アーティスト：Logic  アルバム：YSIV  作曲：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II, Arjun Ivatury, Joshua Portillo, Dennis Coles, Corey Woods, Robert Diggs, Clifford Smith, Jason Hunter, Darryl Hill, Scott Watt, Lamont Hawkins, Gary Grice, Caleb Armstrong, Ray Anthony Smith, Brian Alexander Morgan, Russell Jones & Elgin Turner 

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En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin, then Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? Ayo, Wu-Tang forever, who rhyme better? We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever R.I.P. O.D.B, comin' through like Killa Bee Ever since I heard Enter the 36 in '93 You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style, I leave 'em all dismembered Fuck a mumble rap, that shit won't never be remembered Not even a contender, no, pretender, best surrender My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra) Yeah, we live and thorough Assassinatin' every single muthafuckin' borough From Staten to Brooklyn to Queens, the Bronx and Harlem All the way to Maryland, yeah, we comin' for all 'em Bobby Tarantino to the Digital My shit is pivotal, smokin' chronic, no medicinal Who you know assemble the Clan like Voltron? The one and only Logic, the God, the don, I'm gone Ay-yo, Logic, what up? We gon' let these muthafuckas try this Wu-Tang style Yo, yo, yo, yo, kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room It's Ghostface, gold plates, old truths, more cake Intelligent brothers with nine hoods, movin' snowflakes Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase Push weight, this Colgate, tre-eights and old gates Exfoliate those we most hate, we don't associate We wear robes that you can't even pronunciate We eat foods where you can't even pronounce you ate Cribs where the floor just rises up and rotates Locations low-key, can't even locate Twin nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmates Team makin' us so much cream, we bought gold plates Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades It gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge 57 MB, yo, metallic green, seats is piped off Seize 'em old tracks, unite through 'em The kitchen is my palace, get your dance on While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on I'm known to wil’ out, put the cams on Jewels down, the sets dip, my gems got grams on A specialist when I'm bakin' Rhymes be comin' out, we makin' We challengin' these chumps for lumps Here's the statement—stop hatin The crew is all about gettin' this cake in You know about me, you relatin' The enigma, the stigmas that the RZA and the GZA Both lyrical prolific, fixtures of rap scriptures Mixtures of hipsters, weed smokers, and beer drinkers Prince and the Pauper, spiritual clear-thinkers Cake in the oven, Superbad like McLovin Huggin' all four boroughs, puffin' herb with my cousin Academically speaking, rap vocabulary's weakenin' I felt it comin' like The Weeknd when these starboys start tweakin' Sporadic pill-poppin' of OxyContin III-gotten sexual intercourse make shorty wop feel rotten The travesty-tapestry of microphone mastery has been refuted Diluted, broken down to a catastrophe But cats still get the trophy, hit y'all with that "Okie-dokie" Burt Reynolds, Bandit, goddamnit Where the fuck is Smokey Bear when you need one? I got a light-beam gun I'll blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed from But you'll die through iniquity, plus stupidity of that trickery My verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity You can never get rid of me, step back and consider me Wu Killa Bee, but I'm not big on bigotry Old school on this track, I feel invincible This new school ain't really got rules and lack the principles Got more clowns than the Motown, they puttin' critical The gun, Smokey Robinson, you need a Miracle Go back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical When nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminals The stats, homie, all these killas usin' subliminals Y'all don't even smile in your pictures, you dudes is miserable Witty unpredictable torture over your physical Struggle bar, used to pour water over the cereal Another bar, reppin' my squad, not individual But one Nation under God, that's indivisible My time critical, hands off I'm digital Me and my Ladybug, back when the planet was Digable I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that I'm classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that, come on It's only Logic, we got 'em mobbin' in the mosh pit Fifth Brother, INS hotter than the tropics



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