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Wu-Tang Clan

The Wu-Tang Clan /ˈwuːtæŋ/ is an American rap group from Staten Island, New York that consists of RZA, GZA, Method Man, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, U-God, Masta Killa, and the late Ol' Dirty Bastard. They are frequently joined by fellow childhood friend Cappadonna, a quasi-member of the group. They were formed in (and are associated with) the New York City borough of Staten Island (U-God, Method Man, RZA, Ghostface Killah and Raekwon) (referred to by members as "Shaolin"), though some of their members are from Brooklyn (Ol Dirty Bastard, GZA and Masta Killa). more »

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1997

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Ayo I roll like a bat out of hell 
Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill 
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors 
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this 
They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes 
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair 
Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique 
Got these vestibules designer niggas in they whips 
Jumpin' out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II 
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice 
We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range 
Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out 
Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid 
I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late 
I'm lookin' real good, draped out 
Shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, come here 
Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty 
Bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place 
We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio 
Time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style 
Hand me the matches now 

Ayo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this 
Niggas bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist 
E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin' the seed's plate 
Pullin' out, old dirty eights to rob gates 
Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up 
Beats break, the nigga would take off his time 
Honolulu status, gladdest 
The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands 
That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice 
Niggas came clumped out 
Just came home, now they bunked out 
Money be longer than triple life 
Til the sun burn out, that's my word 
Move it with the burner out 
Fidel way of thinkin', roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 
Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said 
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo 
Holdin' my nuts, fuckin' thousand dollar lesbians 

Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this 
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous 
It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life 
One time in the respectable mind 

Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this 
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous 
It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life 
One time in the respectable mind 

Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks 
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks 
Witness, forget his, original statement 
Even in protection programs there's no escapement 
Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns 
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge 
Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat 
Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat 
I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks 
All lookin' stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck 
And as they nervously stare, I know they scared 
They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square 
Household name, assassin, killa bee 
Mill to the grain, that possess the Wu, trilogy 
Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend 
Those that got styles, they got identical twins 
Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky 
Without skills, they master the art of mimicry 
But I go line for line on the whole page 
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age

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