Wu-Tang Clan lyrics
Wu-Tang Clan lyrics
"Older Gods lyrics"
A Way lyrics
The sun is shining, but I don't know if it'll shine again,The sky is clear now, but the clouds wait overhead,The wind stopped blowing, but I see the trees are flowing,The water's calm now feel the undertow towing me down,towing me down.The sun's gone down now behind the dark clouds looming,Birds stop singing, silence so soothing,Dark clouds open up, I hold my rain-soaked head,Thoughts are racin
[Verse One: Ghostface Killah]The sun is shining, but I don't know if it'll shine again,The sky is clear now, but the clouds wait overhead,The wind stopped blowing, but I see the trees are flowing,The water's calm now feel the undertow towing me down,towing me down.The sun's gone down now behind the dark clouds looming,Birds stop singing, silence so soothing,Dark clouds open up, I hold my rain-soaked head,Thoughts are racin
Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapell's fly spittin out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this
They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips
jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out
Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid
I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late
I'm lookin real good, draped out
Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfri
Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under lyrics
Whose bed have your boots been under? Whose bed have your boots been under? And whose heart did you steal I wonder? This time did it feel like thunder, baby? Whose bed have your boots been under? Don't look so lonely Don't act so blue I know I'm not the only Girl you run to I know about Lolita Your little Spanish flame I've seen you around with Rita The redhead down the lane
end, c'mereWhose bed have your boots been under? Whose bed have your boots been under? And whose heart did you steal I wonder? This time did it feel like thunder, baby? Whose bed have your boots been under? Don't look so lonely Don't act so blue I know I'm not the only Girl you run to I know about Lolita Your little Spanish flame I've seen you around with Rita The redhead down the lane
Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place
We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style
Hand me the matches now
[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]
Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this
Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist
E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate
Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates
Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up
Beats break, the nigga would take off his time
Honolulu status, gladdest
the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice
Niggaz came clumped out
Just came home, now they bunked out
Money be longer than
Somewhere In The World lyrics
(Swing Out Sister) Somewhere In the World Like a stranger's smile that lasts for a while For a moment you feel happy inside In a world that keeps on changing too fast When the future always has the last laugh Maybe we've made mistakes Maybe we're not the only ones Maybe it's not too late To start over All the shapes and patterns you'll see in your mind Somewhere in the world Someone's thinking of you So
riple life(Swing Out Sister) Somewhere In the World Like a stranger's smile that lasts for a while For a moment you feel happy inside In a world that keeps on changing too fast When the future always has the last laugh Maybe we've made mistakes Maybe we're not the only ones Maybe it's not too late To start over All the shapes and patterns you'll see in your mind Somewhere in the world Someone's thinking of you So
til the sun burn out, that's my word
Move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians
[Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this
[both] Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
[Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
[both] one time in the respectable mind
[repeat 2X]
[Verse Three: The Genius/GZA]
Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness, forget his, original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gunned down, we in town, hit king fro
Angeline lyrics
You've been out on the tiles, Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back
m seven crownsYou've been out on the tiles, Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat
Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks
All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square
Household name, assassin, killa bee
Mill to the grain, that posess the Wu, trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend
Those that got styles, they got identical twins
Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky
without skills, they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age
[*rocket fired, whistles off and explodes, breaking glass*]