Wu tang clan forever logic plus#
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 Ox圜ontin 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 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' 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 Ay-yo, Logic, what up? We gon' let these muthafuckas try this Wu-Tang style 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 Ayo, ayo, Wu-Tang forever, who rhyme better? We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever R.I.P. 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? Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!
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