WU-TANG CLAN - BELLS OF WAR Lyrics

[Verse One: U-God]Yeah, yoGive me the cueSkip the introduction, prosate the lip functionThe junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weedSplatter your belly like some Attica fellasUse a firearm good, bloods go for hard swellingInsert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has themThoroughbred thugs insert the fantasmVerbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scriptureExotic wine, holding nine, Picasso picturesWhen the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chanceBodyguard the lyric with unlimited stanceWords seem to zing on down to BejingWhen we touch down you crown renowned kings[Verse two: Method Man]There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceuticalStack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad menBut not these, we profound hardcore soundTo MC's thumbs down, prepareKilla bees it be warfare, this the yearNiggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the squareIf we go there we go grittyAnd spread fear through this rap city, call the mayorMy razor sharp darts be like cold stairsThe smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dareAsk yourself can you compareto these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goodeor he be gone, yeahThe struggle goes on, you've been warnedP.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombsMust we drop in the Ninety-NowWalk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical[Verse Three: RZA]You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kiddingAiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spittingYou gots to be kidding, yoIt's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you denseI get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizanceCan't be judged, young bloods bust back like scudsWu-Tang harvest one thousand notches aboveMC level, yo, I stay high as like trebleFoes who oppose get plucked like rose pedalsArresting and holding, penetrate for better regionsWack MC's only lasted one seasonThe morale was low at the corralAdjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose ouraim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig AllahAll that other bullshit ain't permissableAnnual increase of the Wu-Tang ManualHandles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangibleillegible, every egg ain't edibleMy tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat ColeGot to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacierThrow chairs to deck a skyscraperUnderstand that the continents of Africa and Asiaand free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang[Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon]The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fallVictim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttinWe came to punish the glutton with a substanceThat can't be contained, Wu-TangMotherfuckersWe be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the clubY'all all in the backScared to speak the speak cause you scaredPunk motherfucker, we know what time it is[Raekwon conversating with some people]All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit rightIt's like come on manThis nigga fucked up motherfuckin WhittakerDang, he caught WhittakerMmmmhmmmHe caught Whittaker a long time agoMike got touchedThen Mike got touched by HolyfieldHolyfieldYeah, word upHey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fightHe ain't fighting McDermitHe ain't fightin?NopeWhattup?You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did?Told them he cut his eye, in sparring[Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]Style adoral rap pressing, David BerkowitzEinstein birth to hit, now nurture itM.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gensPurified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men'sFix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the crossAll you saw was white meat, skin hangin offThese is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six upThe Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissorWax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from CanadaSlam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of theMonopoly king, Slavic poetryCarnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armoryMack truck hitting soloist, soul controllersBehold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless[Outro: RZA]You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean?It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible)Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that WYou gonna get down with that WThat's that Wu, that's that WisdomYouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the UniverseThat's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the GodsYouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days GodYouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin wayWe got the medicine for yo' sicknessOut here, ya knowhatImean?I was telling Shorty like --Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer schoolPick up the Wu-Tang double CDAnd you'll get all the education you need this yearYouknowhatImean?(Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit)Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever GodNiggaz can't fuck with these lyrics GodYouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean?(Oh hell no, none of this shit)C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz(Niggaz can't even understand half this shit)Nah (man, no)I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G(Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) WordYo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't evencomin out until Two ThousandYaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a cometYou hear, we gonna bring a comet(Check for that shit in the millenium)YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man(Be the ressurection) The Gods is here manBorn Gods is here(Born God)