[00:00.00] 作词 : Wu-Tang Clan/Selwyn Bougard
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Wu-Tang Clan/Selwyn Bougard
[00:14.82]Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell
[00:17.26]Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill
[00:19.51]Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
[00:21.63]Juicy as a Sunkist certain broads double dutch this
[00:24.70]They carve it in they wrist pales berry blazes
[00:26.95]Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair
[00:29.82]Plus yours the look gold God the old tainted bald technique
[00:32.82]Got these vestibules designer d**ks in they whips
[00:35.26]Jumpin' out they seats eighteen Bronzeman Part II
[00:37.82]We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
[00:39.64]We in your hood we might circle hats down low in the Range
[00:42.95]Switch lanes change my tire peel out
[00:44.89]Real loud on the stage yo I shitted on your hood kid
[00:47.51]I shitted on your hood got to your burner too late
[00:50.39]I'm lookin' real good draped out shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece
[00:53.89]Your girlfriend c'mere
[00:55.14]Oh shit you my man's niece the gourmet pocket twenty
[00:58.07]Bombs made of clay ***capades take place
[01:00.31]We ****ing in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
[01:03.06]Time slap your engineer it's lighter fluid to that style
[01:05.68]Hand me the matches now
[01:07.06]Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist now what's this
[01:09.37]****** bless this eight and a half Bally banana twist
[01:11.95]E shakes puffin' on lye feedin' the seed's plate
[01:14.72]Pullin' out old dirty eights to rob gates
[01:17.03]Major wake up the kid telltales make a nigga head wake up
[01:20.47]Beats break the p***y would take off his time
[01:22.91]Honolulu status gladdest
[01:24.03]The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
[01:26.72]That p***y mad savage stationary Hall of Justice
[01:29.47]Niggas came clumped out
[01:30.91]Just came home now they bunked out
[01:32.91]Money be longer than triple life
[01:34.72]'Til the sun burn out that's my word move it with the burner out
[01:38.03]Fidel way of thinkin' roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
[01:41.47]Most of my team Five Percent check what the live said
[01:43.85]Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
[01:45.60]Holdin' my n**s ****ing thousand dollar lesbians
[01:48.10]Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this
[01:50.91]Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
[01:53.53]It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life
[01:56.28]One time in the respectable mind
[01:58.16]Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this
[02:01.16]Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
[02:03.66]It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life
[02:06.53]One time in the respectable mind
[02:08.78]Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks
[02:11.10]Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
[02:13.91]Witness forget his original statement
[02:16.28]Even in protection programs there's no escapement
[02:19.16]Gunned down we in town hit king from seven crowns
[02:21.78]Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
[02:24.66]Wounded back in the eighty three summer heat
[02:26.97]Up in three-oh-nine park rhymin' off the drummer's beat
[02:29.54]I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
[02:31.97]All lookin' stank I ain't playin' wit a full deck
[02:34.97]And as they nervously stare I know they scared
[02:37.29]They saw the coming of Wu the neon in Times Square
[02:39.60]Household name assassin killa bee
[02:42.10]Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy
[02:44.66]Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend
[02:47.35]Those that got styles they got identical twins
[02:49.79]Don't stretch the small thing copycats are finnicky
[02:52.54]Without skills they master the art of mimicry
[02:55.35]But I go line for line on the whole page
[02:58.10]Your unspotted life on the mic is old age

作词 : Wu-Tang Clan/Selwyn Bougard
作曲 : Wu-Tang Clan/Selwyn Bougard
Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist certain broads double dutch this
They carve it in they wrist pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer d**ks in they whips
Jumpin' out they seats eighteen Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes change my tire peel out
Real loud on the stage yo I shitted on your hood kid
I shitted on your hood got to your burner too late
I'm lookin' real good draped out shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece
Your girlfriend c'mere
Oh shit you my man's niece the gourmet pocket twenty
Bombs made of clay ***capades take place
We ****ing in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
Time slap your engineer it's lighter fluid to that style
Hand me the matches now
Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist now what's this
****** bless this eight and a half Bally banana twist
E shakes puffin' on lye feedin' the seed's plate
Pullin' out old dirty eights to rob gates
Major wake up the kid telltales make a nigga head wake up
Beats break the p***y would take off his time
Honolulu status gladdest
The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
That p***y mad savage stationary Hall of Justice
Niggas came clumped out
Just came home now they bunked out
Money be longer than triple life
'Til the sun burn out that's my word move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin' roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team Five Percent check what the live said
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
Holdin' my n**s ****ing thousand dollar lesbians
Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life
One time in the respectable mind
Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life
One time in the respectable mind
Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness forget his original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gunned down we in town hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded back in the eighty three summer heat
Up in three-oh-nine park rhymin' off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
All lookin' stank I ain't playin' wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu the neon in Times Square
Household name assassin killa bee
Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend
Those that got styles they got identical twins
Don't stretch the small thing copycats are finnicky
Without skills they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age