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wu - tang clan - tar pit lyrics

(feat. cappadonna, george clinton, streetlife)

[u-god]
blood money mercenaries, think you can muscle wu?
it’s a foot race, who can out-hustle who?
hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, monkey do
great minds connect like mobster rings
sit back, let me do my, sinatra thing
i’m in the hip hop hall of fame, on the wall is the plaques
old ball and chain, i named her madam x
she love big cannons, s-x unprotected
you better respect it, kid, we ’bout to set trip
you get ya neck ripped, eyeb-lls are scoping
i don’t sell crack, i sell dopium
catch him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast
professor x, behind the bulletproof gl-ss
you need a wu p-ss, a bag of that high
easy with the flicks, baby, i’m camera shy

[hook: method man (george clinton)]
get that money, god, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)

[cappadonna]
we might have to 8 diagram one of y’all mc’s
we grind everyday and we hustle for cheese
got our face on the front of cd’s, we off the hook
w.t.c. y’all soft and shook
y’all not built like the cuban linx clan that get cream
and back heads down every time we sing
give us a hundred grand for a show, let us rock
for more money, more chicks, more private stock

[streetlife]
they call me streetlife, slap the taste
out ya mug, know ya place, you ain’t thug, fix ya face
throw a slug, catch a case
meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cash cow
getting cream, however, a street brother know how
point blank, i’m pulling rank, calling shot, i got bank
p-ss the rock, my hand’s hot, hit ’em with the showshotter
peace to my ala mater, wu-tang block scholars
never settle for less, promoters pay us top dollar

[hook: method man (george clinton)]
get that money, god, keep your sword sharp (eastside, westside)
get that money, god, keep your sword sharp (eastside, westside)
get that money, god, keep your sword sharp (eastside, westside)
get that money, god, keep your sword sharp (eastside, westside)
get that money, god, keep your sword sharp (eastside, westside)
get that money, god, keep your sword sharp (eastside, westside)
get that money, god, keep your sword sharp (eastside, westside)
get that money, god, keep your sword sharp (eastside, westside)
get that money, god, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)

[outro: george clinton]
the clan’ll talk, calabama n-gg-z all’ll quit
talking that short d-ck sh-t, we was s’posed to be cool
only the clue’s on the other end of the stick
somebody let the monkeys out the cage
over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat
somebody let the monkeys out the cage
barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock
armpit like two buckwheat’s in a headlock
macy gray’s hair between your leg lock
somebody let the monkeys out the cage
ya mother’s so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
somebody let the monkeys out the cage
somebody let the monkeys out the cage
[coughs] this sh-t is strong, god d-mn, what you got in there?
over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat
somebody let the monkeys out the cage
ya mother’s so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
calabama n-gg-z all’ll quit
talking that short d-ck sh-t
speak up, no loud speaker but i’m speaking loud
venacular -ss kicking, truth got there in crowd
sh-t, they call me the lethal lip
the linguistic, full metal jacket of venacular ballistic
shooting out at the mouth without chap or blistec
here’s a mothaf-cka, i didn’t flunk diaper rash
i’m verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue
dum dum, pow, shot from gattling gums
hooked on phonics, packing a vicious vocabulary
malicious, with malice and mayhem
f-ck a dictionary, give me the mic and i’ll slay
them and literally poetic symptoms
p-ssing me the f-ck off, missing me with that sh-t
i stick a venacular foot so far up in ya -ss
you won’t be able to p-ss verbal gas
so far in ya -ss that one of my knees will rise so far above ya head
and you drown of a poetic -ss kicking
leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail
that hung on my big toe, as i flow upward
kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear some?
tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
cavity in ya best rhyme, and i’m the access on the rest
call me the proverbial verbal menacing dentist
with the drill, i got lyrical skills
i could perform oral root c-n-ls
it’s unwise to f-ck with me
kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat
leaving you to choke
on where it hurts, unspoken vocals
tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
with toe jamming and ya mothaf-cking hemmoroids
f-ck the dumb sh-t…

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