Wu-Tang Clan, Killah Priest - America lyrics

Continous yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?
Wu Tang aiyyo aiyyo
Come on yo yo yo I'mma shoot over here
On that AIDS thing
YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just
Slide in the studio quick and get this done
Yo, yo

When you're sexually frustrated
Plus waited for a long time
You both had strong minds
Combined with feelings, she seems appealing
For each other
Discreet lover, no longer keeps rubbers
Smothered under deep covers
Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
Enough to make you hold hands and
Plus you a bold man you fall in a manhole
Where the forbidden tree grow
And bullshit ego, of fly negro
Her garden sour, polluted with a dead flower
Months later, he's layin on a respirator
Depending on a generator
To keep his heart moving
And start losing sight in his right eye
In weeks he might die

I know this dope-fiend cat, word up
His name is Javier
Part-time shooter sharing needles
In the stairs
Wise guys disguised as a fly guy
You getting high right?
Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
You's a menace, your brain cells finished
Begging forgiveness
Calling that up top shit syphillis
You know what you was gettin into
Try to guess on what I've been through
Fuck shorty raw then she scared you

AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from my crew, it's real

My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck
Everything exotic bitches down to ugly ducks
Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles
So he put popsicles
On her nipples to make her
Sex passion triple quadriple until she bust
Overcome with passion
Big ass want lust upon him
But nigga he forsake to grab the condom
Fuck it, he said AIDS, was government made
To keep niggas afraid so they won't
Get laid no babies be made
And the black population will
Decrease within a decade
German warfare product against the dark shade

AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from my crew, it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real

Caught by the gravitation earth rotation
Six in the sex is deep
When you can't see clear
Through the sheer brassiere, toke back
Smoking a spliff, sippin cognac, God
You know my two love songs
Bobby Womack tracks
Got her fat ass layin flat on her back

Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
Alize pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye
What's Going On? As she
Screams Sexual Healing
Couldn't fight the feeling her
Legs hit the ceiling
Hitting all positions dipped in
For quick love she's professional
She does this shit in strip clubs
Flied in June until she
Acquired Immune Deficiency
Now misery is the syndrome

Oh shit, God that's wild
Damn, that's some cherry flavor
Shit going on though, kid
For real, knowhatI'msayin?
What about the exotic type
Caskets is waitin for brothers
Word up slide on the joints baby
Before you go to sex take protection word up

AIDS kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly
AIDS kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly
AIDS kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly
AIDS kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly

Yeah, word yo
Sliding up in this store right here
I ain't even playing that man, for real
Dig it it's definitely real, I'm living kid
Here forever, word up lubricated joints
The ribbed joints is bangin
But they still playing the hotel door man
Word, you know how that be though
You know how that be
Yo, just gettin me too old
Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher
Over there yeah
America Is Dying Slowly surely
America Is Dying Slowly
America Is Dying Slowly
Remember that! Syndrome, be the resident
America Is Dying Slowly
Wu Tang, Syndrome, be the resident

Noodles bobby Steels
Lou Diamonds killah Priest
Rolly Rollie Fingers
Jonathan Blaze, Maximillions
(Prodigal Sons) Anthony Starks (Hellrazor)
Prodigal Son (and in the place, Sixty Second)
Sunz of Man
Gambinos, forever, forever, forever
Keep it safe!
Ol Dirt Schultz (keep it safe) , word up baby
Protect yourself! Keep it safe