WU-TANG CLAN lyrics - The Swarm

'97 Mentality

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[Cappadonna] Yo! It's the burial ground sound, Dunn! It's real out here Staten Island puttin chills in y'all niggaz Forever in it.. yo My devastatin hot '97 Mentality Keep me on point for my four-digit salary Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie I'm soon to be seen, on the TV screen Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers My word of mouth it's all real wigs might peel Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage Twenty-four diamond government named God Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin large Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores That's my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin Defy interactive project Children of the Corn Gats and my man keep em bustin till he's gone Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn 'Donna come through everyday my uniform changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches Crackhead niggaz get stitches So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid Form another pyramid, look how we slid All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic on a twenty dollar bill all in it together You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean [Ghostface] To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution [repeat 2X] ... To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution ... To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution ... To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution

Q & A

JOELL ORTIZ "House Slippers"
[Chorus:] Let me tell you what I'ma do today Today is just me and you, you and I for a Q and A I know the questions you gon' ask, all I'ma do is say what's on my mind; I'm just, tellin you why This ain't, snapback meets New Era This new era gets smacked 'til they necks snap back and that goes for whoever I ain't done workin, I'm just one person that promise to keep this shit pure, like a young virgin Your dumb version of hip-hop got us uncertain Your daughter dress like a nigga, nigga your son's twerkin I'm still a two-stepper, steppin with two heffers Still step to your crew extra quick, that's what I do, let's just tell 'em why I'm such a thoroughbred Born and raised in that Brook', you shook, look what my borough bred [Chorus] All this, time away from workin solo, snappin photos with my bro-bros and the Slaughter's been an honor but I'm back to dolo Feet is Nike, the hat is Polo, I'm no fashion logo No gay bashin but if you tough then don't be actin homo Let me tell y'all why I hit the tread Wasn't to lose weight and get this bread, nah homie, you've been misled Last year I shot a fair one with my nigga Fred and damn near dropped dead, I should've won but I got whipped instead I ain't like that so I stopped that liquor to the head Dropped the Newports, copped new shorts and watched my figure shred Y'all cuffin chickenheads Speakin of cuffs, I made this slut marry my nigga in the Feds to give him visit head Man let me tell y'all why I'm real rap Why I don't need a rope chain or dress like Soul Train to bring that feel back [Chorus] This for those who ain't know that Ortiz spit clean It's e'ry lil' girl birthday, here's a +Sweet Sixteen+ Went from a 40 waist to a 3-6 jean But that 40's still on my waist with a mean sixteen But I ain't here to talk how I protect myself Or how I lived in the gym last year to perfect my health Nah, we could rap off, I'll off you rap niggaz with a rap off the top, I ain't wrapped too tight, back off! Off the back door into the bleachers, hit the teacher off the backboard and in, y'all in the in-crowd but mad off Y'all God and Mike in tight slacks with hard bottoms, hit the bottom hard after you moonwalk like Mike Jack' Huh, B-R-B, I don't mean I'll be right back I mean B, y'all R&B singin, I write RAPS! "But Ortiz, you went all complex and said the shit!" Yeah you right, aight cool, let me extend the clip Penmanship, my pen is sick, you in the pen's then hit the bench and lift Chest against the bar and do a extra six E'ry year it's some new nigga they put the best against Put they neck on the line but I twist it up like "The Exorcist" If I'm your comp I understand why you a pessimist Point blank with an infrared scope, bet these pests'll piss they pants, can't shoot at Godzilla, man them pellets itch The fire that be leavin my mouth'll melt your whole relevence You lil' niggaz, lil' boys is cute My bars hard, they hurt like Ray Mercer, you don't want it duke So save the subs for Quiznos, keep the talkin mute Cause I'll punch you in your big nose and watch your faucet shoot Y'all chasin pop hits, FUCK a pop hit One of my joints pop? Sheeit, another check deposit! [Chorus]

City Of Gods

AZ "A.W.O.L"
[AZ] Gon' let it ride out This what the world been missin right here Best kept secret [Chorus: AZ] We all evolved from the city of Gods, we all evolved from the city of Gods We all evolved from the city of Gods, staf Allah, just give me the nod Get dough, get low, live life, get nice, rock ice, buy cars, buy bikes Take trips, live rich, eat good, get dipped, stay hood, stack chips, that's it [AZ] Sex cars clothes money and murder, from soldier to server Hood hoppin, hopin the merger rockin My own pops got me open on bonus, no option Had a heart problem, copin with murmurs the doctrine No Cochran, winnin since niggaz was woppin Way when Rakim was knockin Streets was what it was when, thugs was thugs and Gun wars galore goin slug for slug and Jewels drugs and all, niggaz love is love With the crew wall to wall, I'll be bugged above So beef war, this way too deep to sleep Niggaz keep up, cause certified killers creep Stole this lady I, drove her crazy You ask me why cause her man tried to play me So V low quickly and, you better hit me while I'm lettin this pretty chick get with me Steppin with double-oh-seven better make it snappy No time to do your hair baby, brothers is bustin at me Blunts and bottles passed, but none on target They want the God hit, but watch how lah get Low as Saddam and his pawns so unharmed I'm unarmed Though I'm calm I could yawn sing a song I'm the don king of dons King Kong could bring it on Word is bond [Chorus: second half, x2] [AZ] Of course to the kid that cut dope and, never got nauseous Cooked coke on the comeback, never took losses With one rap got rich off a "Life's a Bitch" chorus That Jigga shit, nine-six, sittin with bosses "Dead Presidents" see, represents we are all as one, the call has come to Gods "Street's Disciple" discrete, but it be's just like you Never off beat, stay in heat [?] Spiteful, no religion, no facelifts no small incisions No cases pendin though I got dawgs in prison Reckless livin though, rest is like the Mets in them extra innings Hope niggaz respect my dealings if not Hope not then I, catch no feelings When you start hearin niggaz left, stressed in buildings Cold killings old villains now surface seein In yo' vicinities enemies circlin to sin Praise I, unfold the untold like +De La+ No (Soul) since 12 summers old stayed high Weed conniseur, then rocked designer du'jours Arman-ah, my persona was raw No flaws it's federal fucker the cells is tapped No calls from a double due been to hell and back So know yours cause I could never just, sell you raps This is my life laid on wax [Chorus: second half, x2] [Chorus: first half] [AZ] We all evolved from the city of Gods, we all evolved from the city of Gods We all evolved from the city of Gods, give me the nod and I'ma catch me a charge [Chorus: second half, x2] [fades out]

Light A L

JOELL ORTIZ "Human"
Man y'all niggas don't know me, let me finish my water So much more to me, I feel like I oughta Tell you all about the minority from the corner Just tryna make some money to feed my daughter Well in my case, two sons, in the hood with loose crumbs And niggas that should be hooked on phonics Hooked to new guns, even the police shoots them This where the Puerto Rican member of that group from Half gallons of cognac, on the train car packed Headed up to the Deuce to bring some broads back Poof, get into somethin', where my hawk at? Ooh this finna get disgusting Man all you fake hood niggas, boy y'all ain't missin' nothin' We bring gun barrels to fights I miss my cousin, they did him like Harold at the light But we rode down on that nigga like Cam'Ron on that bike Tryna get paid in full, my trays was full A half moon made my fade look cool, a younger Yaowa Sunflower seeds, house keys in the Eddie Bauer Hood top to bottom, pass the bottle around Everybody tap the bottom, take out my tops and bottoms [Hook:] Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher Freestylin' made my bars get tighter I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter" Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter Helped tag in the lumber yard Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard But that's why I'm fuckin' hard [?] in the summer, low whites under More sun, more aggie, more fights, none of Them bitches wanted it but Leisha, man she throw that thunder Grease on her face, scarfed up in the Polo pajamas Johnny pump open, wet your car, get bold if you wanna Will wet your car with somethin' different, roll back 'round that corner Hip-hop with Mellie then hit pot and scaley Then sneak up to my roof and get sick mop from Shelly I'm a project nigga, in my project lobby Takin' project pictures with my project army Standin' in the hall and lighin' candles for the fallen Reminiscin', sippin', snifflin', and missin' all them Hide piece and butter, come and get your supper A game of steel and bacon, niggas waitin' on their number I remember when it was hard if you could go outside You was watchin' from your window, nigga [Hook:] Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher Freestylin' made my bars get tighter I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter" Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter Helped tag in the lumber yard Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard But that's why I'm fuckin' hard Dutch paper Incinerator Elevators Nosey neighbors Guns barkin' Cops barkin' Dogs barkin' My mom's barkin' Aye fellas I gotta get out of here, man, my mom's trippin'. I'm comin' up now. I'd like to thank everybody in Cooper Projects, Brooklyn for turnin' that little boy into the man that I am today. Yeah me no play

Fascination

AESOP ROCK "Float"
Shooken to Casper. Illustrate beautiful disaster. Flight of the mothership lift to badger the male-factor. Marionette vs. the threat of wire cutter function. Stereotypical grinch bashing your pumpkins. Plug. Try to count up your warrior hatchling batch before gestation segment ended and head a platoon of embryonic remnants to the game board. Release Japanese beetle swarm to counter the spread of bitch crops, demolish the harvest and herd colony out immediate. One massive attack. Hunted, confronted and gutted. Most pungent component cloned in outrageous bunches. From the grimacing faces to the knots in my shoelaces, I'm a show you all the phases of a fuck up. Plucking the petals but every rose had its thorn. Consider that first warning, second will be good times, laughs and epitaphs. As a matter of basic principle next I set my boat a sail. I won't always be there for your tugging on my coat tails. Family stuck. Voyage of the S.S. Martyr. Who you think put that unseen iceberg in the water? Manufacture flotsam and jetsam from out your charter. We got the once pushovers pushing back a little harder now, blink. I think I can. I got grips. Muckraker major spin circles 'round sunken ships. Walk an invisible city of lost clans and he's jealous cuz my silhouette had more dimensions than his game plans. Fascination. Fascination. And everything I do I'm fascinated with, That's why I pass the hated wasteland with a grin, cuz in the end I got my passions while you splash in a puddle of trying to pick apart the puzzle. Fascination. Fascination. And everything I do I'm fascinated with. That's why I pass the jaded grips of competitors who initiate disturance with a smirk, cuz I feel I got direction in my work. And everything I touch magnificent. Picking apart a drunken township. Sitting in the rain rusting the nails my crown's bound with. If I had an anchor I would lay it in the dirt and mark today the day the earth stood still while I complete my search. You honor delusions and falsified life comfort systems as boy in the bubble huddled up to simple simon subtle. Born tomahawk. Shock the peanut gallery loopy. Debate the cutesy, groupie, cupie doll community. And I'm hung in a virtual skin and bones emaciated ringworm circus freak bloodthirsty intern trainee urchin feast with a delectable style compiled of that which stands to buff a child's yellow brick vision of slick living. I observe the stories from my fire escape observatory. First I herd the glory, then desert the herbs that word it poorly, understood? Well, maybe a pat on the back for the lucky losers who truly felt they were born to touch the music. I catalog cats as welcome mats, and for the ones insisting on dimming the stars I wipe my snearkers extra hard. I wish upon a penny toss that every servant will betray his gatekeeper and leap to reap the freedom fighter mad galaxy. Huff the war gas vapors and cram hard for tomorrow. Brother, I own twice my wiehgt in patience. Be it padded cubicle or beautiful tomb, I'll be listening 'til you whistling that more suitable tune.

This Can't Be Life

JAY-Z "The Dynasty Roc La Familia"
[Jay-Z] Geah.. whassup? Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz Real niggaz, worldwide Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story We all ghetto B - here's mine Geah See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music Flow tight like I was born Jewish Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's Buick At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it My life is gettin too wild I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it Bout to lose it; voices screamin Don't do it! It's like '93, '94, bout the year that Big and Mag dropped; and Illmatic rocked outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block like Damn; I'ma be a failure Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait! It gets worse, baby momma water burst Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon [Chorus: Jay-Z] This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us [Beanie Sigel] Chill dog Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another I'm thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog I come back in the afterlife Like fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin? [Chorus] [Scarface] Yeah.. uhh.. Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig' I got a phone call from one of my nigs Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids And when I heard that I just broke into tears And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars Lovin your kids just like you was ours And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours I just know that heaven'll open these doors And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company Who loves all and hates not one And one day you gon' be wit your son I could've rapped about my hard times on this song But heaven knows I woulda been wrong I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us This can't be life [Chorus] [Jay-Z] This can't be life..

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