[00:00.00] 作词 : Debarge, Diggs, Grice, Hunter ...
[00:00.15] 作曲 : Gary Grice/Clifford Smith/Robert Diggs
[00:00.30]Yo (yeah), check it out, son, check it out, son
[00:03.34]Yo (Wu, can I get a soo?), live in the place to be
[00:06.03]You got the capital G, Z to the A, MC
[00:09.61]Givin' a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew, from the old school
[00:12.98]And we gonna take y'all back, know what I'm sayin'?
[00:15.28]Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop, son
[00:18.83](Yo, check it)
[00:19.85]
[00:20.68]Well, if you livin' in the world today
[00:22.67]You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
[00:25.12]Niggas that front, we don't have 'em
[00:27.58]So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok
[00:30.09]Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man
[00:32.62]And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands
[00:35.13]But only raise your hands if you're sure
[00:37.25]Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it
[00:40.28]
[00:40.67]My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
[00:42.76]Was too heavy for the Chevy's, is chased out the station
[00:45.29]Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it
[00:48.11]Gassed up, ****ing with some regular unleaded shit
[00:50.54]Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that
[00:53.02]Bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope
[00:55.48]Heavily armed, military is necessary, it's a gamble
[00:58.59]MCs bet they best at every
[01:00.65]Powerful parable ditties might harm
[01:02.98]If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
[01:05.48]Flashbacks to the "Duel of the Iron Mic"
[01:08.04]Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive
[01:10.66]Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
[01:13.09]Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
[01:15.59]Now, who could ever say they heard of this?
[01:18.28]My ****ing style is mad murderous
[01:20.53]
[01:20.92]Well, if you like the way it sound then clap man
[01:23.04]And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
[01:25.91]But only raise your hands if you're sure
[01:27.82]Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it
[01:30.59]
[01:31.21]Well, if you livin' in the world today
[01:33.25]You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
[01:35.71]Niggas that front we don't handle 'em
[01:38.22]So we blast 'em, alright, well okay
[01:40.80]
[01:41.19]Well, what you know about MCin'?
[01:42.42]Yo, I know a lot
[01:43.54]Well, can you demonstrate somethin', nigga?
[01:45.45]Huh, I'd rather not
[01:46.21]I'm talkin 'bout stacks, cousin
[01:47.80]B***h, that's what I got
[01:48.64]Cash Rules the world
[01:49.87]Well, Cash Rules the spot
[01:51.02]
[01:51.54]My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed
[01:53.58]Of niggas who think it ain't like that
[01:55.77]MCs are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
[01:58.49]Then, God struck, religious niggas call it 'bad luck'
[02:00.92]Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web
[02:03.42]Now, bees are stingin', yo, that nigga em-singin'
[02:06.14]I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards
[02:08.54]Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
[02:11.13]I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
[02:14.21]MCs be out like bank robbers
[02:16.46]Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
[02:19.36]DJ, the getaway driver
[02:20.87]Tried to dip, but he dive, I socialize on vocal vibes
[02:24.06]On tracks stabbed up with razor-sharp knives
[02:26.67]Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
[02:29.08]Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
[02:31.64]For fat tapes and, then, played out and out of date
[02:34.01]Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
[02:36.42]And from that point, the God made a statement
[02:38.77]Draftin' tracements, replacements in basement s
[02:41.61]Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beatbox
[02:44.23]And microscopic optics received through the boxes
[02:46.55]Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
[02:49.87]Punchlines, that's unstoppable
[02:51.72]Ring like shots from Glocks that attract cops
[02:54.13]Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
[02:56.58]But we only increase if everything is peace
[02:59.25]Father You See King the police
[03:01.57]
[03:02.04]Well, if you livin' in the world today
[03:04.26]You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
[03:06.85]Niggas that front, we don't have 'em
[03:09.28]So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok
[03:11.81]Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man
[03:14.32]And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands
[03:16.83]But only raise your hands if you're sure
[03:19.20]Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it
[03:21.71]
[03:22.29]Well, if you livin' in the world today
[03:24.30]You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
[03:26.94]Niggas that front, we don't have 'em
[03:29.52]So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok
[03:32.00]
[03:46.24]The Wu-Tang say
[03:48.75]We don't handle 'em, alright, well okay
[03:52.46]The world today, the Wu-Tang say
[03:58.18]Niggas that front we don't handle 'em
[03:59.96]So we blast 'em, alright, well okay

作词 : Debarge, Diggs, Grice, Hunter ...
作曲 : Gary Grice/Clifford Smith/Robert Diggs
Yo (yeah), check it out, son, check it out, son
Yo (Wu, can I get a soo?), live in the place to be
You got the capital G, Z to the A, MC
Givin' a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew, from the old school
And we gonna take y'all back, know what I'm sayin'?
Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop, son
(Yo, check it)
Well, if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggas that front, we don't have 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok
Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man
And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it
My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's, is chased out the station
Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it
Gassed up, ****ing with some regular unleaded shit
Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that
Bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope
Heavily armed, military is necessary, it's a gamble
MCs bet they best at every
Powerful parable ditties might harm
If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the "Duel of the Iron Mic"
Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive
Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
Now, who could ever say they heard of this?
My ****ing style is mad murderous
Well, if you like the way it sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it
Well, if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggas that front we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well okay
Well, what you know about MCin'?
Yo, I know a lot
Well, can you demonstrate somethin', nigga?
Huh, I'd rather not
I'm talkin 'bout stacks, cousin
B***h, that's what I got
Cash Rules the world
Well, Cash Rules the spot
My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed
Of niggas who think it ain't like that
MCs are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
Then, God struck, religious niggas call it 'bad luck'
Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web
Now, bees are stingin', yo, that nigga em-singin'
I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
MCs be out like bank robbers
Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
DJ, the getaway driver
Tried to dip, but he dive, I socialize on vocal vibes
On tracks stabbed up with razor-sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
For fat tapes and, then, played out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
And from that point, the God made a statement
Draftin' tracements, replacements in basement s
Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beatbox
And microscopic optics received through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, that's unstoppable
Ring like shots from Glocks that attract cops
Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
But we only increase if everything is peace
Father You See King the police
Well, if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggas that front, we don't have 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok
Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man
And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it
Well, if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggas that front, we don't have 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok
The Wu-Tang say
We don't handle 'em, alright, well okay
The world today, the Wu-Tang say
Niggas that front we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well okay