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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics - The Swarm

The Legacy

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[Timbo King] The Legacy, get your minds ready, get your rhymes ready And held a breath of life, resurrect the death of Christ What you got to sacrifice, I'm on some other shit Takeover the mothership, brothers get to claim the covenant Universal lovin it, olive oil you rubbin it Check the thermometer, ever kilometer Rise by heat pressure, your thermostat couldn't measure Royal Familia, atoms bombs from Asquilia Dark Ages, so read the page, Mike and Alenki Born on the cross between love and lust Genisis thru exeuse, larzurus, slash black barnibus The holy temple be the mental, You and see Islamic Can you understand the clear picture [Chorus] Braveheart, verbal courage, battle the seminar Royal Fam Legacy, watch us travel far Positive energy, always corrects errors, Royal Fam rule shit Now and forever, what [Timbo King] Orotorical, niggaz is metaphorical My editorial breaks down your monuments historical Geologist studyin land, usin the earth's crust Measurements, eight elements, atomic weight plus density Hi-Techs, science, thrustal gravity Revolve around my oro, I'm the soul that keeps spinnin, what Supernova, black quasar, my mental radar picks up Frequencies beyond the earth's equator Forver glow, electro, magnetic force field Thoughts build, we bomb for real, Royal Fam still exists Golden fist, your caught up in the devil's mist Fire war, royal sire laws, reveal this Protons, electrons, atoms cause explosions My center of atraction, I'm the nucleus, you're frozen My square be complete, architectual, visual The sound spectrum strikes the mental then the physical My perimeter damns your diameter Bar codes are scanned from America to Canada What, from America to Canada Get your mind ready [Chorus] [Outro] Get your minds ready, Get your minds ready, Royal Fam Legacy What, get your minds ready, get your rhymes ready

Human Video Game

DJ Jazzy Jeff The Fresh Prince "He's The DJ I'm The Rapper"
{Ready Rock does the intro to Donkey Kong} [Fresh Prince] Ever since I was younger I was into video games Tron or whatever it didn't matter the name Thousands of my dollars have been poured into all types of games tryin to get the high score But now I think I have a favorite It's me against an ape he's got my girl I've got to save her! Oh no I feel an attach comin on Yo Ready Rock C I wanna play a game of Donkey Kong! {Ready Rock does the entire intro and starts beatboxing after} [Fresh Prince] It used to be a problem this addiction I have I would feel the urge, then I'd go stark raving mad! Break into the arcade, screamin and hollerin Anticipatin puttin twenty-five dollars in any machine, I was out of control! I didn't need quarters I brought, $10 bank rolls Bags of quarters, I was insane People thought that I worked there, and asked me for change But I would get defensive and yell, LEAVE ME ALONE! These are my quarters stupid, GO GET YOUR OWN! Dude walked away with this look in his eyes like, Yo man.. I wonder what's wrong with that guy? I was addicted, a video burn-out and I would crazy when the guy would have to turn out the lights at midnight, I'd fall on my knees and say, Have a heart pal, one more game please? Some nights I might sleep on the subway or outside of the arcade til it opened up the next day And when it opened at a quarter to ten it was the same old thing all over again I was doin bad, my future was bleek I'd rather play games than eat or sleep until one day, this guy came along He didn't have a radio but he was playin a song I got curious, so I said, YO! What's that noise? {What noise? I don't know!} No fool, that noise you was makin there! {What this?! *starts beatboxing*} Yeahhhh! That was def man, where'd you learn to do that? {Man, I don't know, I guess I always knew that I had this talent deep down inside You wanna hear some more man?} Yeah! {Come on let's take a ride} He made sounds like I never HEARD before and he still had more! Then he got me hyped when he played this incredible song and I +LOST MY MIND+ when Ready C played Donkey Kong {Ready Rock does the intro, Kong shaking the beams, the How High Can You Go? music, and the actual game sounds} Yo Ready, get funky with it! {Ready gets busy on the beatbox} Yo Jeff man what you doin? Give Ready a hand {Jazzy Jeff throws on another beat} Now my life is wonderful and I feel great I haven't been in an arcade since seventy-eight Thanks to Ready C I'm on an upward trail Because he's always by my side, he never fails me Whenever I have a video attack he's right there by my back, keepin me on track So if I bug out, and act like a lunatic he does Donkey Kong, and as soon as it gets to my eardrums, from his vocal chords I get hyped up! No matter how bored I am, he always comes through Oh my fault, hold up, wait, let me tell you who Ready Rock C, here's a brief description of the things that he can do in his musical position Ready Rock C makes sounds with his mouth Yo Ready give an example of what I'm talkin about {Ready Rock beatboxes and then does Pac Man's death sound} {GAME OVER!} {Yo, Scrammy, why you still standin there?} {The game is over.. HAHAHAHAHA, sucker!}

Watch Your Step

Boot Camp Clik "For the People"
* originally billed inaccurately as 'Black Moon Smif N Wessun' BCC: Buckshot Smif N Wessun (Tek and Steele) The Fab 5 (Originoo Gun Clappaz and Heltah Skeltah) ** FB5: Originoo Gun Clappaz (Louisville Strang Top Dawg) Heltah Skeltah (Ruck and Rock) Intro/chorus: Headz Aint Ready for the Clik we got Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not Verse One: Louisville Strang Top Dawg Ruck, Rock Now a days I had it up to here from my chest to my head when the buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red comin 4 ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya you wanted to pop junk so now it's like a little Vigor I outta floor ya Headz Aint Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes I pin that ass to the grass like I was Teddy cuz brothas aint ready for the fros and the dreads grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head There's an X amount of yar-we yo pass the gar-weed pass it over here so I can get Irie-why we smoke so much brothas be askin why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin Headz Aint Ready for what my clique got in store cuz what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war shows get blown, ho's get thrown out the room plus knuckas get??? from now til noon Now assume posistion, punks pissin in pants cuz lyrical skillz is makin you feel... Still liftin, incase you didn't know how we be livin it's in my nature to keep robbin like Givens for real doe, when your still broke kill or be killed jerk you don't know so I leave ya screwed like a dildo I still blow, punks I crush into dust plus we gothcha bucks (Who the warriors?) Rock Ruck ass what Chorus 2X Verse Two: Tek and Steele, Buckshot What's that aroma in the air? treason, so wghat that means son son that mean it's huntin season Time to stack papes do you got what it takes can you react when your lifes at stake I rock the stripes of an M-P pon my timb tree and keep the Tauras from my enemy whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clique it gets realer so watch this, serve justice 3-2 degrees freeze until these MC's decide to relieve you from grievin On my way from out of state I hit my block F-A-P wit my man Ruck my man Rock S-T jus left my man brown nose now we gotta sac of the black for the shows clothes aint really nuthin ta me bit I stay wit my Timberland tree and my B-double-O-T-C Rock, keep my hair notty did you know it's me floatin wit potent see Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee we rock fluently Chorus 2X Verse Three: Ruck, Tek, Top Dawg, Steele, Buckshot, Rock Mr. McGee don't get me angry(why) you wouldn't like it when I mangle your thoughts to done start to change you rearrange you, way you all be kickin my flava, even my neighbours notice a change in the Ruckest behaviour now you roaches don't even come close or approach this what I be smokin leave your monkey ass chokin straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley you hardly ever saaw me witout a bag of that bomb weed I wake up in the mornin and chocolate was thoughts reachin in my pocket for the roach to spark it I'm steppin in hotter this year wit my brethren dry-tear my cousin wit no fear so who wanna come tess Top Dawg to get you out the plastic and then take you to the morgue Here's Mr. Meena, the crook wit the mouth full known for bein live and rockin nose flava timbos half pass Lincoln clothes that is stinkin country bwoy got me just zonin and thinkin Time to start stackin on you crab ass snakes gotta move right, cuz my reps at stake call up my dawgs thats quick to bust P.N.C. take it back to the dust now I got 4 eyes to watch my back plus my own 2 make it a full 6 pack now we bring the ruckas to wannabee knuckas bodyin suckas like a change of my chuckas Don't you know the W-a-r(war) is o-n(on) open to them headz scopin hope-in they can get a bite and write what I write but they don't know the night keeps me and my clique air tight(right) all you biters wanna chunck the script but your quick to take a flick by my side/and you take my hand , givin tha fake smile but I peeped you for awhile ease off selecta when the beedie pulled your file can I pull your card again its the Bucks-guardian the arm-a-leg, leg-arm head so begin to drop the bombs(Heltah Skeltah) Booyah! you ask for it who, so people here's war for this I pack an automatic 4-4's kids this aint before so don't even speak about my fleet many pop junk but front when MC's meet them naw ready Outro: Headz Aint Ready for this clique we got(dem naw ready) Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not(naw) Heady Aint Ready for this clique we got(we really ready) Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not(naw) Headz Aint really ready.....we the warriors...

Y'all Ain't Ready (Come On)

PETEY PABLO "Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry"
I can make em' (i can make em') I can make em' (i can make em') I can make em' bounce if i want to I can make em' (i can make em') I can make em' (i can make em') I can make em' bounce if i want to Who in the hell this here big eared motherfucker thinkin he is comin' round here spittin' like he the real deal Jus cuz he with missy and tim in the new benz on them 20 inch rimz grinning from ear to ear got all them little bitches round him Creasy and Keashy and them hope he get gonorrhea (bitch ass nigga) Is that what they sayin I know it Why they hate me so bad boy this is my reward you better get yours quit worrying what petey be doin get you you's a turn my vocals rim rowdy and derm You aint heard I think you been sippin to much of that syzurp Betta calm your nerves Before you ass serves up sumtin terrible thourouly You aint ready for me (come on!) [Repeat 7x] Im the love boat more potent than crack smoke some folks say im the all they been waitin for Tired of! hearing the same shit on their radio Tired of! seeing the same bitches in your video Tired of! Benzs, Bentlys and diamons in your chain (yo!) Tired of! hearing bout all of this cash and most of ya broke Cant even give em a decent show Energy level on a richter scale (tripple 0.0) HOLLA! for petey pablo let me see ya breaking it down on the dance floor i got what they wha-wha-want from a nigga that ti ti ti.. woo!) we at it know what it is 4000 and 70 spent my prediction first week (half a motherfuckin million!) break it down for me (break it down my man) picture first week (half a motherfuckin million!) Woo! You aint ready for me (Come on) [Repeat 7x] Peter piper picked peppers and i shook corn Now Humpty dumpty fell down and i kept goin And jacky nimble was nimble but not more nimble than this Can you imagine jammaster on some shit like this Kick it like your grandaddy the baddest the fastest nastiest actin asses to ever walk on this side of rappin The skipper, the professor, and the captain the lighter and the matches im the one thats gunna carry jive past nsync status I cant believe he said it (cant believe he said it) I cant believe he siad it (Y'all aint ready!) (hey!) You ainy ready for me (Come on) [Repeat 15x]


Fredro Starr "Firestarr"
Soldierz feat. Sticky Fingaz, X-1 [Chorus: Fredro Starr] I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier [Fredro Starr] We play the block to the morning til the sun comes up Or fiends run out, hustle til them guns come out Or deans run out, hustle til them ones stack up Or boys roll up, we playin the block, you know man Niggas on the rock talkin bout the cars we roll Chickens in the club buggin on the money we blow Other People baby, gettin like a hundred a show When they see us, bitches pass out, they holdin the flow Man haters don't wanna see the next man bowl What the little nigga skippin in the Lexus for We in it for the hed, killa what that vest if for? Two stacks, glocks hiddin in my Lexus dough Now ya wanna see the ice wit the electric blow They rather see shots flamin, not to test the row Then we love by the minute, but we feared by more Cuz I don't give a fuck, I'm ready to die, ready to go [Chorus] [X-1] I'm a soldier, ain't that right, ain't that what I am? On the block yellin 'two for five's' wit rocks in my hand Keep the money rolled in rubber bands, accordin to plans Dirty pots in the kitchen nigga shoppin in grands While Ms. Brenda from upstairs always callin the cops Stash rocks in the mailbox, them corners is hot Find a dumb bitch, get a crib, open up shop Blow it up for two months, then skip to the next spot This is a business man, don't mess wit that here Who can fuck around and plus ya still love in the air And that's a nice little toy ya got, let's raise that Put ya title on the line, big baller, let's bet that I don't need trees, nigga, all I need is them G's Money's my high, dollar signs stuck in my eyes Don't come to this strip, bitch, unless you comin to buy It's nothin to hide, drug dealers lovin they lies [Chorus] [Sticky Fingaz] I come thru the block, niggas hold they breath They heart pump fear, they stand there, hold they chest My name speak for it self, kid you know the rest From outta the dark, Sticky speakin codes of death Do you know how much bloods been spilled on my name? Unless you walk in my Timbs you can't feel my pain Got no feelings for you niggas, ice chill in my vein Besides the millions in the bank account, I'm still the same Seen my own father slain, ain't dropped one tear If you died right now, you think I'd fuckin care!? I'd get everybody in this bitch, stuck up in here And all that war right now, is where ya blood gets smeared Rappers gettin shot up, brr, it's cold out there I guess niggas was really dyin, or blow that year Wit God as my witness, I end ya career Cross my heart, hope to die, and all my life I swear [Chorus 2X]

Hit The Hooker

EAZY-E "Str8 Off Tha Streetz of Muthaphukkin Compton"
[Eazy E] Big titie shitty bang bang sittin' on a dick tryin' to play a pimp by the fifteen clicks hoes play with me weekly so I'm down wit hoe play with my pee pee Eazy muthaphukkin' access saggy baggy ass pants for a happy ass bitch ho ho ho to the ho and the cloe ski to the E or a piss in the snow I take a hoe from the show to the mo' to the flow to the inches where mo' now the hoe is gotta go pussy just as hairy as a panda, pink and peppy panther panty expander, tricks lick long while I lap long hard and fast while I'm dippin' hunnies ass, throwin' harder with Barbara seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty, I hit the hooker heavy [Chorus] I hit the hooker heavy Ready to.... (x4) [Eazy-E] Use a finger to when them real niggas comes to spread'em hittin' other peoples bitches so I'm comin' to ya weddin' head and the bill in the dark I begin with my dick so you can say I have a head start comin' from the south of the border, cause I'm shorter than ya thought I was wife, whore, daughter in the order fuck all that one man one bitch shit one condom, one dick, switch to another after gun with a rubber you can lick me like a lover wipe your mouth on the cover I never dilly dally pimpin' Susan and Sally now you can find the couchie from Miami to Cali throwin' harder with Barbara seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty, I hit the hooker heavy [Chorus] I hit the hooker heavy Ready to.... (x4) [Eazy-E] Bitches comin' with it for doublemint lookin' for ya homies cause the hoes know me like they owe me I got a strip I hit when I'm lonely hit a bitch wit a whip and she run like Toby so never count on me fool when in the true skool wit truce sluts lookin' for a crew screw I flip and I flow when they go kinda low hoe better have my dough so suck silly hookers could stay or ya don't touch nuts really hook a good day adios disapear like a smoke your rejected by a dick thats erect bitch sometimes I think I'm losin' it a lunatic with a lot of automatic shit with clips it ain't no thang to me it's the same ole slang to me I roll with a long size gang with me throwin' harder with Barbara seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty, I hit the hooker heavy [Chorus] I hit the hooker heavy Ready to.... (x8)

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