Wu-tang Clan - And You Don't Stop Lyrics
Yeah, now were gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin?Def jam, knowumsayin?Niggas like method man, redmanSay all the artists here, knowumsayin?Bacon lot, knowumsayin?I dont need no introductions, catWhuuuuutIm sittin in my west, Im analyzin thoughtsIm sippin off a quart that I just had boughtIm thinkin of the moment, things soar in that headI feel assurin durin, also gladYes, feel assured by knowin I wonCuz theres no one who can ***** wit a-sunIm not bein pushy but Im born to bossYou need a-sun, oh yes, well of courseDont see the riot, everyone keeps quietIf you dont believe nigga, get hyper and try itYes it is me, a total fresh mcYo, Im born to be, mc historyRhyming on time because thats the dealYoure only as fresh as your ass feelOther mcs, you are bound to fallCuz your real world is not a world at all1 - drunken master, styles causin street disasterBlaze cut faster than a fairy slasherTai-chi, kung fu fighting, odb hands quick as lighteninTechique too deadlyIron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay longLets get it on, heavy chow broke, its not boutShadow boxin, better punch, you need oxegen, try againWhen you catch the second wind, Ill break you inApproach the mic slow, its about to blowOne foot crow crane, anti-chain movementRestore the ming, some take this thing for jokeSerious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the forkHes too defensive, too mean, you didnt, now its a sceneThese cats over here got glock holdin him downThese niggas scheming, Im seeing everythingTen steps ahead, on the wall smokin myAgent high told best friend of the wineStill drunk offa cheap wineHoldin front lines, niggas wanna front, fine***** wit me and mine, rain on your sunshineSwine niggas come as hard as a pork rindCan you dig it? only five percent live itWhile the rest of you fake niggas try to get itNow ***** aroundRepeat 1Down wit the all and together down crewThe jizza, the rizza, me of course tooThe thing Im analyzing is strickly hip hopThats whats made, well made is on my workshopYou was unable plus earn advanceJust to touch the untouchable kip hop danceTheyre sayin of the utmost, truly Im the utmostHave you ever caught the hip hop holy ghostMan, I mean really, that shit is mad hypeEspecially when you find yourself rhymin over micsI became a wrecker through my amplifierBreak it down base, treble through my dancerThats one new dance, its to my black magic musicIts not classic, arabic, or basicIts strickly thickly, dirty and districklyIf not dont you pick me and forget meRepeat 1