Wu-Tang Clan - Execution In Autumn lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan - Execution In Autumn lyrics]
You stepped in the pit of the flame
You're lost on Beat Street
I'mma throw spit on your name
Hear the roar when they mention the name
It's like Mike when he score with like
Two seconds left in the game
Small change don't step in my lane
I rock too hardbody, I click bang
Give 'em the pain
Nah man, can't get with them games
Your boy born with it
So how you gon' get him to change
You a lame putting shit in the game
Piranha wanna see me in the
State greens and prisoner chains
But I'm smooth like the groove
To the listener brain
And you only understand it if
You been through my pain
Icy white spitters in frames
Hustle in my blood
Bet my seeds gon' get it the same
Yes indeed I'm destined to reign
So ahead of the game
All aboard y'all get on the train
Banana clip Mac aholic
I slap your cap then join go in the freezer
Got a skeezer tit's out the toilet
Niggas is Norbit's, running up
On a dice game, call it
Preacher suit on, holding a raw fifth
Put that call in, his dough in the wall
Stall him
Plastic bags laying in the floorway, yep
It's just dog's day, reservoir out in Utah
Yo
Where my dope and marijuanas got bought in
Real Nikes, afford 'em
We pay to have a roast
Assassins is strapped
This the only way the yay grows
More leverage, more sevens
Riding around with legends
Paying judges off
We be up in New York repping
Miramax movie magic, cold beer on tap
Rumor has it words put ideas on track
Footprints, I walk on Earth
And appear on maps
Strive for at least 25 mill a year on cap
Wu Wear on my cap, dime piece on the lap
Three hundred push-ups a day put
The crease on your back
Be the cap-fitting lieutenant black man
Who invented chopping samples up
To make the beats that's ascended to
Every genre of music
The whole sphere of music
I produced, arranged, engineered the music
My ear candy been dope
My pen stroke like Zorro
Hit the heavy bag like Foreman in the Congo
Mini transmitter
Night vision in the stronghold
Rock long robes
Smell snakes with a strong nose
Every time the horn blow the
Wu signal's back on transform, pack form
A whole 'nother platform
We coming back for 'em to smash the spot, kid
I'm on your team too, pass me the rock
Til the casket drop I'mma flip your wig
Rip clothes
Honey didn't know my dick this big
You get kicked in the ribs
With two chrome gauge
Deadly venom, I send 'em back to stone age
You're lost on Beat Street
I'mma throw spit on your name
Hear the roar when they mention the name
It's like Mike when he score with like
Two seconds left in the game
Small change don't step in my lane
I rock too hardbody, I click bang
Give 'em the pain
Nah man, can't get with them games
Your boy born with it
So how you gon' get him to change
You a lame putting shit in the game
Piranha wanna see me in the
State greens and prisoner chains
But I'm smooth like the groove
To the listener brain
And you only understand it if
You been through my pain
Icy white spitters in frames
Hustle in my blood
Bet my seeds gon' get it the same
Yes indeed I'm destined to reign
So ahead of the game
All aboard y'all get on the train
Banana clip Mac aholic
I slap your cap then join go in the freezer
Got a skeezer tit's out the toilet
Niggas is Norbit's, running up
On a dice game, call it
Preacher suit on, holding a raw fifth
Put that call in, his dough in the wall
Stall him
Plastic bags laying in the floorway, yep
It's just dog's day, reservoir out in Utah
Yo
Where my dope and marijuanas got bought in
Real Nikes, afford 'em
We pay to have a roast
Assassins is strapped
This the only way the yay grows
More leverage, more sevens
Riding around with legends
Paying judges off
We be up in New York repping
Miramax movie magic, cold beer on tap
Rumor has it words put ideas on track
Footprints, I walk on Earth
And appear on maps
Strive for at least 25 mill a year on cap
Wu Wear on my cap, dime piece on the lap
Three hundred push-ups a day put
The crease on your back
Be the cap-fitting lieutenant black man
Who invented chopping samples up
To make the beats that's ascended to
Every genre of music
The whole sphere of music
I produced, arranged, engineered the music
My ear candy been dope
My pen stroke like Zorro
Hit the heavy bag like Foreman in the Congo
Mini transmitter
Night vision in the stronghold
Rock long robes
Smell snakes with a strong nose
Every time the horn blow the
Wu signal's back on transform, pack form
A whole 'nother platform
We coming back for 'em to smash the spot, kid
I'm on your team too, pass me the rock
Til the casket drop I'mma flip your wig
Rip clothes
Honey didn't know my dick this big
You get kicked in the ribs
With two chrome gauge
Deadly venom, I send 'em back to stone age