WU-TANG CLAN - AND JUSTICE FOR ALL Lyrics

[***Chorus*** x2]Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digitalWu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensibleWe never fallWe stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all[Killa Sin]We move on MC's mechanicallyStrike nerves like Ghost's verse on 'Can It Be'hard to touch retarded fucks playing wit they fantasiesrespect this, specialist, black testing this will get ya necklace jackedand named scratched up off my guestlist party freakYou the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken toYou throw a cold screw, but sober up when I'm approaching youAt the same time we posting twoNiggas on that ass that's gonna do what they supposed to doThe limelight, snatched away from you because it's my nightKillarm blaze inside of the twilight, you better get ya lines rightHalf of these crabs cant even rhyme rightwith dust flows, robotic movement, and blurry eyesightsWhat you want I already gotand that's control, I keep my head high, hand pon cockand pockets swollen, you foldin, you faggot ass fuck[Dom Pachino]Yo farotion never failsshoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nailinhale life, exhale strive anxiety's trifeblowin' smoke out my peace pipeDucking the snipeshot off the top of the White House and cop 4'Swar never does and many causesmy offense is my defense extreme precautiousmoving cyphers high valocities making you nautiousya forcing itparishly extortionistsaborting thisspace ship thats spacious face it im on contain shitpioneer looking for honey and is it matrixthe case isif not ya basicway to make shitembrace itknowing some day you'll have to face it[***Chorus***] Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digitalWu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensibleWe never fallWe stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all(so fuck y'all, so fuck y'all niggas)[Bobby Digital]yo, yo hard to grappleI raise the sharp scapletechnique slaps you invasion body snatch you money gripI smoke the honey dip blunts cherry bomb very calmFirst bursts like a shot from the Berry homesyou'd be most wise to pay close attentionto willy lynchin'its stupid to fuck wit' Bobby Steel's henchmenI step into presidential credentials, evident my potential be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsibleonly ones can know meswore me before the DolbyAlexis Colby broads try to control mepussy whip me like Tobyfuck the localI move globaleconomicalship sea promise foolmy info glowand the dark Wu-Tang logosparks the attention, look listen observekilla bee swervslam like Dr. Julias Ervstill strike the vital nervecharter through the Magna Cartatrapped like Otis and Carterwild like a Shaolin child from Mariners Harborking devine forced to shinehead burst open like a bottle of Pineuse penmenship when I write my scriptblunt spark em' and them mark em' homelessKilla Hill syndromepeace to Two Tonehe must know me to understand me from what you doto realize Im youeverything I do honey bee from the bee hiveEver-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribeof Levi smoke out and not stealor blunt spillthe indestructable Bobby Steel's is here[Method Man]Yo In The Heat of The Nightmy 4-7-7 mash on the micKillarmy and Trappa John M.D.full metal jacketscuz' some gots to have itkill or be killedonly time will revealI think by myselfand I drink by myselffrom 9-8 untillet me know its real son if its really realunderstandable self explainablecaution John Blaze flamablewhen under pressure, interchangable and stillcoming down like precipitation as I reign undesputedhow Johnny do itdangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)two and offstank pussy make my dick soft (huh)bottom line be this high, explosivenot for the average Josephcome and get somehol' it, keep oneup in the chamberblast wit' my middle fingernow I toss menattack like the Four Horsemensee me dog walkin'strickly getty-o slang talkin'all up in thease guts, softenthease rap niggas, officialwe slap niggaswit' mak' chargesdope shit regardlesswe usually take another niggas garments (what)[Killarmy]Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in '98niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch politicianswho be pola-tickin'slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip softwareplaced in the rear of ya earas I sit the next yearall yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digitalshit is criticallike the hallways in my projectssimilar to the streets in Tibetfuck that I aint playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)