Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - And Justice For All lyrics

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We move on M.C.'s mechanically
 strike nerve like Ghost Vs. a canopy
 hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
 respect this
 specialist
 black
 testing this will get ya necklace jacked
 and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
 you the type of nigga that'll hardly speak
 unless you spoken to
 we throw a cold screw
 and sober up when im approaching you
 at the same time we posting two
 niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do what they supposed to do
 the limelight
 snatched away from you because its my night
 killarm blaze inside of the twilight
 you better get ya lines right
 half of thease crabs cant even rhyme right
 which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight
 what you want I already got
 and after I controll I keep head high, head pon-cocked
 and pockets rollin'
 you foldin'
 you fagot ass fuck


 [Dom Pachino]
 yo farotion never fails
 shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
 inhale life
 exhale strive anxiety's trife
 blowin' smoke out my peice pipe
 ducking the snipe
 shot off the top of the White House and cop 4'S
 war never does and many causes
 my offense is my defense extreme precautious
 moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
 ya forcing it
 parishly extortionists
 aborting this
 space ship thats spacious face it
 im on contain shit
 pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
 the case is
 if not ya basic
 way to make shit
 embrace it
 knowing some day you'll have to face it


 ***Chorus***
 Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
 wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
 we never fall
 we stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
 (so fuck yall, so fuck yall niggas)


 [Bobby Digital]
 yo, yo hard to grapple
 I raise the sharp scaple
 technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
 I smoke the honey dip
 blunts cherry bomb
 very calm
 first bursts like a shot from the Berry homes
 you'd be most wise to pay close attention
 to willy lynchin'
 its stupid to fuck wit' Bobby Steel's henchmen
 I step into presidential
 credentials, evident my potential
 be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
 only ones can know me
 swore me before the Dolby
 Alexis Colby broads try to control me
 pussy whip me like Toby
 fuck the local
 I move global
 economical
 ship sea promise fool
 my info glow
 and the dark Wu-Tang logo
 sparks the attention, look listen observe
 killa bee swerv
 slam like Dr. Julias Erv
 still strike the vital nerve
 charter through the Magna Carta
 trapped like Otis and Carter
 wild like the Shaolin style or Manos Harbor
 king devine forced to shine
 head burst open like a bottle of Pine
 use penmenship
 when I write my script
 blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless
 Killa Hill syndrome
 peace to Two Tone
 he must know me to understand me from what you do
 to realize Im you
 everything I do honey bee from the bee hive
 Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe
 of Levi smoke out and not steal
 or blunt spill
 the indestructable Bobby Steel's is here


 [Method Man]
 Yo In The Heat of The Night
 my 4-7-7 mash on the mic
 Killarmy and Trappa John M.D.
 full metal jackets
 cuz' some gots to have it
 kill or be killed
 only time will reveal
 I think by myself
 and I drink by myself
 from 9-8 until
 let me know its real son if its really real
 understandable
 self explainable
 caution John Blaze flamable
 when under pressure, interchangable and still
 coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed
 how Johnny do it
 dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
 two and off
 stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
 bottom line be this high, explosive
 not for the average Joseph
 come and get some
 hol' it, keep one
 up in the chamber
 blast wit' my middle finger
 now I toss men
 attack like the Four Horsemen
 see me dog walkin'
 strickly getty-o slang talkin'
 all up in thease guts, soften
 thease rap niggas, official
 we slap niggas
 wit' mak' charges
 dope shit regardless
 we usually take another niggas garments (what)


 [Killarmy]
 Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in '98
 niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch politicians
 who be pola-tickin'
 slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip software
 placed in the rear of ya ear
 as I sit the next year
 all yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital
 shit is critical
 like the hallways in my projects
 similar to the streets in Tibet
 fuck that I aint playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son
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