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Utwór: Recreation

  • wykonawca: Cappadonna
  • wyświetleń: 740


     [RZA]
  Yeah, start wit that one
  Yo, yo, yo, my acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric
  is a mixture of Arabic sandscript in it's italics
  I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend my dick release spit
  Wit love should I release hits
  We travel through bodies like blood vessels
  All y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedastool
  Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I'm chessboxin
  Words is rushin through like a herd of angry OXEN!!
  
  [Cappadonna]
  Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight
  Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate, terminate
  So spoil like coke in the foil
  Knock knock, I shot the whole block
  Electricity, flow splendidly
  Internally inside of me like Tony Starks tee
  I create excellency, one-sixty call L-O-U-N-G assist me
  Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly
  For slang hall, vocabulary Igor, Frankenstein mind
  Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid
  I move quick shit is accurate, Kojack tactics
  Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor
  
  [RZA]
  My lyrical marv-el makin more cream than Carvel
  Y'all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell
  To my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant
  My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence
  Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from Morocco
  Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco
  Wit forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch I carve
  Glitters on the paper so my family won't starve
  
  [Cappadonna]
  I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly involved
  Never inconceited, never been beated
  Been trapped in many wars but not yet retreated
  My style you need it, I just write to read it
  It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated
  I came a long way and guess what, I succeeded
  I conquer my opponent, and feed him baby food
  Cuz he's childish and illiterate, and ye has been rude
  To the father year me, O-R-I-G
  Respond to the war wit the killa bee law
  
  [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
  Scavenger nigga, you's a shhriimp
  A full line of shhiit, my ear can digest iiit
  Stop drinkin all that water, let's take it to the land
  So I can Godzilla up your shit mister Tiny Tim man
  Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk
  When I start to come down on your fuckin ass
  You tried to chop shit on up
  Played my shit like parks bitch, I'm that
  
  [RZA]
  Legendary microphone's weaponary
  You secondary BITCH-ASS fairies
  Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack
  You think you're slang can match
  The Wu-Tang, EMPHATICALLY now cypher
  You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue
  While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge
  Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind
  Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon
  I be the quoted mathematical combination
  Unloadin mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowin
  
  [Cappadonna]
  Just then, I came on the stage like wind
  Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin
  You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy
  You need a coat just to protect your throat
  Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold like ice rise
  Chap-lipped duds can't fuck wit the chatterbox
  Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox
  Shaolin niggas won't fuck wit one block *pause*
  Broke forgot about half the slang murderer
  Down wit the union big street sling murderer
  Terrorizin, move I'm tranquelizin
  Fast getaway wit the slow speed drivin
  Two miles an hour, Cappa do it wit the power
  Somebody blow something, cut fool in the tower
  

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