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wulords - wu vs chu lyrics

wu vs chu

(wulords -ssembling)

digi

who walks fresh like shotgun the hot one
came through to pop one, you might wanna stop son
the deadly planner over powers the deadly man
force deceives mind yo i shine at my prime
i turn ill like you’re out of time with tobin bell
turn your face into a broken puzzle living h-ll
only the fizzy can busy with the illy
yo it’s digi with the double s you can tell the ‘o’ is with me
we got that wu slang our slang is harder
we got them samurai swords our blades sharper
red card you out, referee in soccer
intelligence is huge but we seem smaller

what else do you expect from the best
the wulords, protect your neck or you get dished by the chef
best by all means you can’t act hard
when you have a shrunken pair of your little brother’s jeans kachea

(wulords -ssemble)

z1 nation

these cats bout to get steve’d on
samurai up all black blood drawn
feast off the enemy until it’s all gone
holla at the moon with the wulords song

mind twisted the battle field turned into my playground
my favorite toy is the mind to play with
i break em down like an oreo in an acid gl-ss
defeat themselves a suicide blast

and keep it short like a p-wn’s life, sweet like a don’s wife
or a morning puerto rican treat after a long night
hard body cut em at the ankles, knee caps and their abdomen
the heart is easy after captured them

find the right time until then ghost em
when the time’s right best believe we ghost em
swords out, cut their throat before they scream and shout
and leave a message with directions to the spot we stevein’ out
when they get there we already beamed em out
take chunks out em until we evened out
over power blood shower is what we scream and shout
art of war wulords what they talking bout

hook

step on the field best believe we get it schmacking
status, lorded out mind over matter
wu vs chu, wu vs chu
one wulord n-gga beats a thousand of you (x2)

(wulords -ssemble)

lord elite
black timbs laced supreme. eyes on the creme
filling. match books stacked to the ceiling
cold steel k!lling what the enemy’s dishing
fresh out the kitchen; flat out delicious

boom b-ss dealing. aye yo, i speak something vicious
magic porridge pot stirred on the stove top. can’t cop
fresh jag swag, who am i to lag?
you used to be nice? don’t dwell in the past

who fell to the m-ss? not we. not e
you might think you iller, but you’re not that sweet
do you copy? capisce? no peace. want a piece?
come step to elite

rye major, who to favor? throw paper!
samurai swords slice haters, fakers
every word uttered to the breeze
yo, i’m stuck to my fam, ul, like we siamese

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