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[by:天琴实验室AI生成v1.0]
[00:00.270]Intro: Method Man
[00:02.130]It's on...
[00:02.730](where your sparkle at kid)
[00:03.600]Ryzarector
[00:03.810]Break: Raekwon the Chef
[00:05.820]Yes the s**t is raw, comin at your door
[00:08.070]Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
[00:10.740]Yes the hour's four, I told you before
[00:12.990]Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
[00:15.120]Verse One: U-God
[00:15.630]This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
[00:18.210]Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole
[00:20.490]Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
[00:22.770]Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
[00:25.320]It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
[00:27.660]Supreme team, America's CREAM team, redeemed
[00:30.240]Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
[00:33.780]Gun POW to the dome
[00:35.040]And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
[00:37.410]By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
[00:39.930]One dose of my feroc(ious)hand held trigga cuts
[00:42.540]Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched
[00:45.030]And critical, mic cords, hangin like umbilical
[00:47.550]Cords, d**e swords, five star general
[00:49.890]Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
[00:52.140]Through the fully operational, hand held tote
[00:54.660]Break: (first two lines)
[00:55.410]Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
[00:58.860]More than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done
[01:01.800]I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
[01:04.680]Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
[01:07.080]Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
[01:09.510]You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
[01:11.970]My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
[01:14.400]Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
[01:17.190]With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
[01:19.620]So sit back and let the king explore
[01:21.450]Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
[01:24.120]And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
[01:26.700]With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
[01:29.280]Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
[01:31.860]You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
[01:34.050]Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
[01:36.480]A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
[01:39.030]My culture, slides and attacks like a vulture
[01:41.400]Ghostface and Madison Square is on your poster
[01:44.580]Break
[01:46.260]Verse Three: Masta Killa
[01:53.220]Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
[01:56.070]That throws more body bags than apartments in projects
[01:58.830]And as far as the coroners know
[02:00.660]The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow
[02:03.360]Put on by my family brought to the academy
[02:06.030]Of the Wu and learned how to
[02:07.950]F**k up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
[02:11.220]Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
[02:13.320]MC's submit to the will as I kill your
[02:15.720]Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mentail
[02:18.210]Devils w*****p this like an icon
[02:20.070]They're huggin mics with the grips of a python
[02:23.400]Break
[02:23.580]Verse Four: Cappadonna (Cappachino)
[02:27.840]You heard of the rasp before but kept waiting
[02:30.180]for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
[02:32.940]Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
[02:36.180]extravangza, time sits still
[02:37.770]No propoganda, be wary of the skill
[02:40.020]As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
[02:42.660]Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome
[02:45.120]Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
[02:47.460]CD massacre, murder to casette
[02:49.920]I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothin yet
[02:52.410]One man ran, tryin to get away from it
[02:54.930]Put your bifocal on, watch me I'm comin
[02:57.420]Into your chamber like Freddy enter dreams
[03:00.540]Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
[03:02.280]Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
[03:04.680]You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
[03:07.140]Nowhere to go except next show bro
[03:09.630]Entertainin motherf**kers can't stop O
[03:11.790]In battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
[03:14.550]All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep rattlin
[03:17.100]Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
[03:19.410]Every other day my whole dress code switch
[03:21.750]So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
[03:24.330]All y'all crab B*****s ain't got to worry
[03:26.730]Can't get a n***a like Don dime a dozen
[03:29.220]Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
[03:31.560]I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
[03:34.080]See my face on the twenty dollar bill
[03:36.540]Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
[03:38.910]The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
[03:41.430]Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
[03:43.860]Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
[03:46.200]And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
[03:50.580]1-6-0-4-9-3-11
[03:51.180]And you can long dick hip-hop affection
[03:53.640]I damage any MC who step in my direction
[03:56.070]I'm Staten Island's best son f**k what you heard
[03:58.530]Niggaz still talkin that s**t is absurd
[04:00.930]My repotoire is U.S.S.R.
[04:03.480]P.L.O. style got blown out the car
[04:05.850]And run over, by the Method Man jeep
[04:08.310]Divine can't define my style is so deep
[04:10.650]like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
[04:13.050]Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
[04:15.750]Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
[04:18.089]I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
[04:20.370]Cuz you weak in the knees like SWV
[04:22.980]Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
[04:25.320]Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbot
[04:28.020]Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
[04:30.300]Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
[04:32.940]Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
[04:34.920]and blunt power, born physically power speakin
[04:37.770]The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin