Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Masta Killa, GZA, Cappadonna - Wu Banga 101 lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Masta Killa, GZA, Cappadonna - Wu Banga 101 lyrics]
Made the CD enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the Bees they swarm
Hold up, the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl
Started on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, break your windshield
Your jeep stall
Mr traffic, dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin' out, fine
Cut off the plastic
See the logo? A monument in Hip Hop
Carved out, in the giant landscape
Of broken rocks whether heard in herb spots
Jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hit's the metal mic, majority stare
Heard the Wu snare
While my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you
Find too long to measure
My Clan'll make me rhyme like
D banner under pressure
No surprise, double disc touched five
Those elements, kept environments colonized
With the high flyin' death-defyin'
Flow like the Rebel
Right there, but you're one light year
From my level
Uh, huh yeah yo check it yo
Bottles goin' off in the church
We broke the wine slapped the pastor
Didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible
Change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh! Rev ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his ice
Mrs parks said, "Brother Starks
Meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars
Right out the pot oh shit!
Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs
Masqueradin' X rated throw blades
All occasions round nozzle touchdown
Haagen-Dazs goggles White House
Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups
Mere intelligent, buy Neiman Marcus out
No doubt, all we saw he bought
Lori mom's all blow was simple
Blamp instrumentals run camps the
Stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans come and get you
Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
The black
Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
Pack capsules
Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do
It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo
Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips
Roman numerals, sun splash them niggas like
Tango and Cash alcatraz cats roll out fast
Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore
We tryin to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it
We just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business
There's too many roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex
Tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggas with toast
'Cause we got clientele, we lay it down flat
Pulled out on y'all kid
Now where your mans at?
Fakin' the real like
"Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us like we heard about you
Bless the mic with reality
Hit you with the virtue
Calm down not tryin' to hurt you
Burst through fat shit
Fatter than all y'all nigga’s outfit's
We the glitch like Y2K
Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop
Y'all have a nice day
"Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible
His remarkable armor is supreme!"
Yo, sometimes I'm liable to
Spaz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face
Blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin' you're shot
Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down
Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest
Skip to the intro, rap through post
Smashed a fresh ball of wax Caesar
Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista
Wally Moc' half tied, swimmin' trunks
Three chunks of ice sit in
Johnny Walker for advice
Catch the moment, fundraiser at will
Work with the homeless
Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit
Sealed in a comb pick
Carefully, swing the B seven
Series Christmas lights too bright
Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors
Relax like pudding
Confidence strangle my man couldn't
Exile he no longer in the hood
Bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding into hoax
Roses tied to bombs on posts
On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga rock the big do's
Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu