Wu-Tang Clan, Kool G Rap - Rivers of Blood lyrics

The Chinese have a saying: "Dangerous
Men will meet in narrow
Streets" And so it was war raged between the
Clans, and that meant pressure on
Me to make more weapons and as word of
The gold shipment spread
Strangers suddenly appeared in jungle village

Machete still stainless
The archbishop run from the narcs
A crisp biscuit plus play the harp
Wrist glisten goon captain
Catch me in Africa black down
With 4 5 Somalians black Tims
Rubber suit Wonder Woman bangle a blue coupe
I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot
Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1, 2
Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper
Excellent with rifles, out in Japan
In a flight goose switchblade that
Poke out the Nike boots
Thrusted on a bullet train with chains on
Gettin' my train on
Thunder money, make bread, brainstorm
All this is made for the Forbes list
Broads get pissed, say "Yo he fucked me out
His drawers he dissed me"
All this is calculated
The Batman with a black hand
Mafia money, killas who rock Timbs

Bone crushing, smooth kicks
Blades choppin' through bricks
Masters of the weaponry
Sells to both cliques
Blacksmith, with the iron fist

Rigor mortis
I watch the body rot to the bone structure
Scrape out your brain
Watch your eyeballs rupture black magic
Leave your fuckin' skull in a soup pot
Makaveli, Vamoose like 2pac
Suicidal tendencies, down the white Hennessy
Look in the book
I'm the definition of menace b
Chokin' niggas out for no reason
It's duck season
I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing
Stay dipped
Rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger
You'se a baby piranha
Surrounded by barracudas
Seven thirty, I'm more like 6 o' clock
Straight up and down beatin' up niggas
Till there's blood in they socks
Ox em, duff em', stuff 'em in black bags
Without gettin' no blood on my fresh rags
Ruthless, heart of a stone
Grown with no emotions
I piss out brewhas, poisonous potion

Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms
With weapons in the denims
Some shit that'll shake windows
And break lay tenants come left field
Aim crooked and straight blaze in em
Have you niggas with straight legs with
A fake leg in em wolf in sheep's clothing
Eyes scoping a tender lamb
Spin you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance
G-Mode dress code got suspender clamps
Russian roulette, money bet
Go and spend your chance
You little fleas get killa bees and army ants
EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants
Hollow chrome to your collarbone
Ping against your dome piece and sound like
The first key on a xylophone
Grown men discussing death and
The malice tone see how quick the smiley
Faces turn solid stone
Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known
We straight street
We keep seat in the palace throne