Wu-Tang Clan - Hellz Wind Staff - Sözleri

["The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again 

There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang" 



"Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard* 



Verse One: Street Life 



So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff 

While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news 

like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung 

His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue 

Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one 

Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums 

With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow 

React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. 

By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother 

who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner 

A new year is dawning, new crews is forming 

Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring 

The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun 

So I reach out and try to teach one 

But eighty-five percent uncivilized content 

No tolerance so a lifetime is spent 

behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench 

Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched 



*sounds of fighting* 



Verse Two: Ghostface Killah 



So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck 

Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck 

To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these 

hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's 

Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard 

Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards 

and a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram 

Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen 

Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel 

Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo 

high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out 

on the regular for robbin a good nigga house 

Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable 

Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa 



*sounds of fighting* 



Verse Three: Inspectah Deck 



Ha ha ha ha, yo 

What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous 

Hit you close range with this madness 

Unique design shine like a deep dish 

The beat kick technique split all your weak shit 

Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel 

Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal 

Living legend, veteran known to set trend 

Lethal weapon, step through your section 

with the Force like Luke Skywalker 

Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture 

Live performer, bit the mic sayanora 

Borderline to insane, I rain firewater 

Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order 

I got my sword cross your throat you joke 



Verse Four: Method Man 



We on the run with the golden guns, get you none 

when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns 

Now I'm guilty by association 

Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice 

commence when I throw these darts at these rappers 

Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your matress 

Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in 

Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction 

blend like a million 

All these niggaz want cheese, is we mice or men, word up 

We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction 

Once again, back on the block crumb snatchin 

Blowin backs in cold 

Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas 

Handle that like arthritis 

Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas 



*swords clash* 



Verse Five: RZA 



Drown in problems the Heineken's imported from Holland 

Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen, stone columns 

get trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps 

Pen'll grab the death of a thousand dumb tacks 

The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll 

Soul edged blade controls your inner pole 

The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root 

I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits 

with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means 

when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling 

("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops 

Shots get popped on the block cause them blood to gush 

From digital to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue 

The entourage squad we stompin through Zanzibar 

like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow 

Connect the Book of Shaolin like the brothers I know Now Rule 



Verse Six: Raekwon the Chef 



Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleama 

Lex graffiti name reamer, hold em we rollin 

askin me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo 

Pussy that shit she passin off to me though 

We wax Ajax niggaz with a axe, Maxamill 

You could crash a meal, got you back steel 

scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills 

sit back eyein y'all niggaz out 

Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out 

Verb burgular, design the Wally shoe store reserve 

a jet status, guidin these vert up on my matress 

Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion 

Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick 

Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name 

Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one chain 

Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like 

step on his Klondike, get your dart right 

We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke 

Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats 



("Sometimes...") 

*sounds of fighting* 



"May you rot in hell!" 

"Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!" 
















		
			



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