Wu-Tang Clan, Streetlife - Deadly Melody lyrics

As we return to the 36 Chambers
The RZA, the GZA, the Ol' Dirty BZA
U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
Don't forget about the Masta

Yo, motherfuckers halt when my
Colt start stompin'
Thunder strikes your land with the jolt
Your stamina level is low like currents
From the volts of relentless
Punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't detect
The infantry
Peep the weapontry as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of
Violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics
And rigorous training methods of the Abbott
Incite oversees the opposition


Penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin' down your resistance
Leavin' competition defenceless
Masta, Hip-Hop antagonizer
Dumb, deaf and blind civilizer
With the silencer

Piledriver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke
Monster truck, punk, elephant gun poke
Jawbreaker humanoid vice grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never sold my soul, Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets
Address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback
Play out in sweet
Action packed rap, bite it, stomp on the beat
Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status now, wisdom to the masses

Cock back my tongue like a hammer
My head is like a nickel-plated bammer
Spit 45 caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull without
Penetratin' your skin
Reign of champ official
Wu stamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programmin' fat
Tracks at Camp Crystal

Home on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that
Do you in mr mef, Hot Nickels
Say my shit holdin' my sex pistol, deal me in

The bewilderin' Killa Bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta lift one fuckin' finger
Make sure the God Irief turns on the ringer
We duckin' the subpoena
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

Check the 150 millimeter heater
As it blows holes through
Your fuckin' speaker
Makin' you weaker, creepin', inches
Centimeters fifty caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to Massapequa

Things'll never be the same after this one
Ghost Rider spit flame
Lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came for one accord
One mind and one common
Cause, that's the shit, son
Play them crows out position
You might hear me but you don't listen
Competition come and get some on
Red marker still bleedin' through the paper
Of his sick premeditated murder caper

I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat 'em up, Cold Crush bum rush
Spot rushers get touched, bagged up
Handcuffed y'all niggas can't fuck with us!
(Fuck with us, Ahhh! Ahhh)

Pass me the Black Velvet, embassy suite
Killin' me spell it
Maxi Priest caught me in a
Daze up on Delancey Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so Aloha
Pineapple crush, 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof
Holdin' my change
Yo, it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
It's like stalkin' through your airport
With a chunky 9

The underboss Staten New York
Bloodsport gun talk holdin' fort back
Take 'em to court (One time)
It's the burner Shaolin bound, face down
You gets murdered roadblock, shell shocked
Stretched on a back block
Yo, it's warfare when you ring here
Slugs fly through mid-air
Landin' thugs in wheelchairs
From the slugfest
Keeps the iron where the head rest
For the conquest subway
Wordplay ricochet through your projects
Crime pays matched up in a staircase in
A dark place embraced by the trey-eight
I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime situations
I stay in man formation
If shot echoes through the ghetto locations
I remain PLO, slam cats like Bam Bam Bigelow
Throw a flow like Nomo
Relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro
Hangin' MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and
Blaze like an inferno