Wu-tang Clan - Bells Of War Lyrics
Verse one: u-godYeah, yoGive me the cueSkip the introduction, prosate the lip functionThe junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weedSplatter your belly like some attica fellasUse a firearm good, bloods go for hard swellingInsert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has themThoroughbred thugs insert the fantasmVerbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scriptureExotic wine, holding nine, picasso picturesWhen the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chanceBodyguard the lyric with unlimited stanceWords seem to zing on down to bejingWhen we touch down you crown renowned kingsVerse two: method manTheres no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceuticalStack like genovese, the four devil tempt mad menBut not these, we profound hardcore soundTo mcs thumbs down, prepareKilla bees it be warfare, this the yearNiggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the squareIf we go there we go grittyAnd spread fear through this rap city, call the mayorMy razor sharp darts be like cold stairsThe smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dareAsk yourself can you compareTo these niggaz in the hood, johnny b. goodeOr he be gone, yeahThe struggle goes on, youve been warnedP.l.o. from here to lebanon, how many bombsMust we drop in the ninety-nowWalk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from meth-ticalVerse three: rzaYou gots to be kidding, you gots to be kiddingAiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocksll be spittingYou gots to be kidding, yoIts common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you denseI get locked the ***** up, released on my own recognizanceCant be judged, young bloods bust back like scudsWu-tang harvest one thousand notches aboveMc level, yo, I stay high as like trebleFoes who oppose get plucked like rose pedalsArresting and holding, penetrate for better regionsWack mcs only lasted one seasonThe morale was low at the corralAdjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose ourAim the official, initial, is ruler zig-zag-zig allahAll that other bullshit aint permissableAnnual increase of the wu-tang manualHandles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangibleIllegible, every egg aint edibleMy tracks remain unforgettable, like ol nat coleGot to catch this paper to buy shaquasia a glacierThrow chairs to deck a skyscraperUnderstand that the continents of africa and asiaAnd free the black man from the enslaved labor, wu-tangInterlude: masta killa, method man, raekwonThe weight of the fam is on our back and we cant fallVictim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttinWe came to punish the glutton with a substanceThat cant be contained, wu-tangMother*****ersWe be seeing yall asses when we walk up in the clubYall all in the backScared to speak the speak cause you scaredPunk mother*****er, we know what time it is[raekwon conversating with some people]All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit rightIts like come on manThis nigga *****ed up mother*****in whittakerDang, he caught whittakerMmmmhmmmHe caught whittaker a long time agoMike got touchedThen mike got touched by holyfieldHolyfieldYeah, word upHey, mikes -- mikes gonna forfeit this fightHe aint fighting mcdermitHe aint fightin?NopeWhattup?You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did?Told them he cut his eye, in sparringVerse five: ghostface killahStyle adoral rap pressing, david berkowitzEinstein birth to hit, now nurture itM.g.m. front row seat tonight, no gensPurified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the mensFix your sawed off, wu-tang throw me off the crossAll you saw was white meat, skin hangin offThese is words from the arch bishop, some call it six upThe betty crocker, marvel cake stakes admissorWax janitor, black jack mulligan from canadaSlam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of theMonopoly king, slavic poetryCarnegie halls off the hook, lets push through the armoryMack truck hitting soloist, soul controllersBehold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and bonelessOutro: rzaYou know, cause wu-tang is invincible, youknowhatimean?Its wu-tang forever God (invincible)Knahmsaying? we gonna get down with that wYou gonna get down with that wThats that wu, thats that wisdomYouknowhatimsayin? thats the wisdom of the universeThats the truth, of allah, for the nation, of the godsYouknowhatimsayin? we breakin egg through these days godYouknowhatimsayin? we got the *****in wayWe got the medicine for yo sicknessOut here, ya knowhatimean?I was telling shorty like --Yo shorty, you dont even gotta go to summer schoolPick up the wu-tang double cdAnd youll get all the education you need this yearYouknowhatimean?(their poisoned minds cant comprehend this shit)Word man, its wu-tang forever godNiggaz cant ***** with these lyrics godYouknowhatimsayin? knahmean?(oh hell no, none of this shit)Cmon man -- beats, lyrics man, yall niggaz(niggaz cant even understand half this shit)Nah (man, no)I think niggaz aint gonna figure it out til the year two-g(wax niggaz ass for free or fee) wordYo, you know what? the next wu-tang album aint evenComin out until two thousandYaknowhatimean? thats just gonna come back with a cometYou hear, we gonna bring a comet(check for that shit in the millenium)Youknowhatimean? so, yo, yall niggaz man(be the ressurection) the gods is here manBorn gods is here(born God)
