WU-TANG CLAN - AMERICA Lyrics

[Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon]ContinousYeah, youknowhatI'msayin?Wu-TangAiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over hereOn that AIDS thingYouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quickYo, yoAnd get this done[Verse One: Killah Priest]When you're sexually frustrated, plus waiting for a long timeYou both had strong mindsCombined with feelings, she seems appealingfor each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothersSmothered under deep coversErotic programs, Moet and slow jamsEnough to make you hold handsAnd plus you a bold manYou fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree growAnd bullshit ego, of fly negroWhole garden sour, polluted with a dead flowerMonths later, he's layin on a respiratorDepending on a generator, to keep his heart movingAnd start losing sight in his right eyeIn weeks he might die[Verse Two: Raekwon]Yeah, uh-huhI know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is JavierPart-time shooter sharing needles in the stairsWise guys disguised as a fly guyyou gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eyeYouse a menace, your brain cells finishedBegging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillisYou know what you was gettin intoTry to guess on what I've been throughFuck shorty raw then she scared you[Chorus: Raekwon]AIDS kills, word up respect this, yoComing from the Wu, it's realAIDS kills, word up respect this, yoComing from my crew, it's real[Verse Three: RZA]My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuckEverything exotic bitches down to ugly ducksLike Nancy, who liked the fancy ticklesso he put popsicles on her nipples to make her sex passiontriple quadriple, until she bustOvercome with passion, big ass want lust upon himBut nigga he forsake to grab the condomFuck it, he said AIDS, was government madeto keep niggaz afraid so they won't get laid no babies be madeAnd the black population will decrease within a decadeGerman warfare product against the dark shade[Chorus:]AIDS kills, word up respect this, yoComing from my crew, it's realAIDS kills, word up respect this, yoComing from the Wu, it's real[Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck]Caught by the gravitation earth rotationSix in the sex is deep, when you can't see clearthrough the sheer brassiere, toke backSmoking a spliff, sippin cognac, Godyou know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracksGot her fat ass layin flat on her backYo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray negligeAlehze pours, the radio play, Marvin GayeWhat's Going On? As she screams Sexual HealingCouldn't fight the feeling her legs hit the ceilingHittin all positions dipped in for quick loveShe's professional she does this shit in strip clubsFlied in June until she Acquired Immune DeficiencyNow misery is the Syndrome[Outro: Raekwon and others]Oh shit, God that's wildDamn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kidFor real, knowhatI'msayin?What about the exotic typeCaskets is waitin for brothersWord up slide on the joints babyBefore you go to sex take protectionWord upAIDS kills, word up respect thisAmerica Is Dying Slowly (4x)Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right hereI ain't even playing that man, for realDig itRespect how I'm living kidHere forever, word upLubricated joints, ribbed joints is banginBut they still playing the hotel door manWord, you know how that be though, you know how that beYo, just gettin to be too oldChick over there lookin like Sonny and CherOver thereYeahAmerica Is Dying SlowlySurelyAmerica Is Dying SlowlyAmerica Is Dying Slowlyremember that! Syndrome, be the residentAmerica Is Dying SlowlyWu-Tang, Syndrome, be the residentNoodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killer PriestRolly Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, MaximillionProdigal Sons, Anthony Starks, HellrazorProdigal Son, and in the place, Sixty SecondSunz of Man, Gambinos, forever...Keep it safe!Ol Dirt Schultz, word up babyProtect yourself!Keep it safe