The W (Explicit)

The W (Explicit) - Wu-Tang Clan/GZA/U-God/Method Man/Raekwon

I grew up around block parties ready to rock

Behind the rope ni**a with my rhymes on cock

The verse shot first ni**a who had sh*t to pop

A bad weather blow the feathers

Off a hundred flocks

With 70% goose 30 ducked get stuck

And each link in your chain is trucked

No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers

Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper

I live around DJ's b-boys MC's

Through rap never thinkin' Airways are TVs

It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout

Rec Room 2 dollars

With the flyer as we would doubt

Now his wigs pushed back

Name scratched off the plaque

Too wild to re-enact

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MC's have the right to remain silent

Everything you say can

And will be used against y'all muh'f**kers

And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see

Me need ya That'll be the day ya busta

It gets no rougher when

Me and my comrades rush ya

Like red heat with hammers and sickles

I milk like ya baby mama's nipples got issues

It's just us so what's what if any can touch us

Then lord strike me down where I stand at now

Wit this bottle of Remy

Gettin' f**ked up child listen

The most notable MC

Ya source for hip hop quotable MC

Of course it's Tical

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The Princess the Pope i****t d**e

Choke you by the throat the chrome handle smoke

The man not for joke we all out for broke

Plus the herbal that I tote the murder that I wrote

You can't do me none my Uzi weighs a ton

I'm comin' from the slum Wu is number one

I stumbled on the drum the Gods are troublesome

Rumble when we come

Boy you better Run Run

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Aiyo it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips

Flashin' mega bricks outfits

Rock ridiculous whips b**ch

Wavy hair men of the year bent in the stairs

Sick winter gear been on position is where

Call him an Asiatic God-body Longevity

Slang rap you get your whip wrapped

Swing through the hood calmly

Yo what up Staten Island Bush George

Dust shut sh*t off whips spin off

Get off slips which wiz

Mind di-tects mines lines lick sick nines

Pick wines lift up bill a ni**a six flies

Dip wide dress my sh*t up

F**k six times wish mine

Rub lamps take thousand dollar crystalines

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