Wu-Tang Clan, Flavor Flav - Soul Power (Black Jungle) lyrics

Two thousand and two!
(Lookin' like a tennis player)
Representin' the Wu! (You gangsta nigga?)
Two thousand and two! (You? You isn't)
Representin' the motherfuckin' Wu!
(Stand for it right now)
Two thousand and two! You know how we do!
For you and your crew!
Representin' the motherfuckin' Wu!

Aiyyo catch me coolin' in Aruba
One sneaker on
Lookin' raw beautiful, a blue Ruger
Who you lookin' at?
600 whale, steel color, Brazil love us
Y'all niggas is fake all y'all
Do is steal from us remember this line
I'm that nigga word to my mother
Slap one of y'all fake ass niggas
Reefer from Egypt daddy we rock magnums
All big niggas heavy on the


Wrist play diss niggas ghost story blow 'em
RZA throw the fork through 'em
Me, Wonder Woman cousin, jewelried out
Talk to him hammers that bust endlessness
Cover terrorism what?
Slide in the 7, measure the whips

It's soul power! (Two thousand and two)
Soul power! (You know how we do)
Soul power! (For you and your crew)
Soul power! (Representin' Wu)
Soul power! (You know how we do)
Soul power! (Two thousand and two)
Soul power! (For you and your crew)
Soul power! (Representin' Wu)

I'm a dollar and a dream from seein' a brick
In grimy hallways, slingin' nicks and treys
When it's on then it's on and poppin
Shots lickin'
I'm spittin' this shit for the hood
Glock clickin'
Tension in the street, we stressed
Still wanna eat
I walk through the valley of death
The hotstepper
Holdin' red pepper, everybody on reach
I need a beat to expand
The mind guide the hand
Pen stroke, excellent quotes of literature
Nights over Egypt, black as Arabia
Gundeliro self I savior, I need the (uh)

Soul power! (You know how we do)
Soul power! (For you and your crew)
Soul power! (Representin' Wu)
Soul power! (You know how we do)
Soul power! (Two thousand and two)
Soul power! (For you and your crew)
Soul power! (Representin' Wu)

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I got the whip smellin' like lemon
Roger Clemens jerseys the man blew seven
Cold coolies in the Worthy and
I crush those rappers
Keep the toast near the rad-iator
We like our guns warm
It's easier to make the papers
Stayed off, the cape came off, Ghost G'd off
The track's like doin' six months
And I'mma beat off
At the airport attention always flow
In my direction like you let the best then
Sparkle his perfection and
Bitches be askin' them
Ghost you got so much shit
You need to cash in, bracelets matchin 'em

Line Cadillacs to blocks, Richard Pryor
Redd Foxx jukebox records, flatfooted cops
Get automatic systematic jumpin'
In your socks
Mama's apple pie in the park hopscotch
Reunited on the radio, Wu Tang superb
In the sprinklers girls double-dutchin'
On the curb
Sinatra, the pop the Jackson 5 recordings
Uptown Saturday, "Cotton Came to Harlem"
Ringmaster circus was, Bailey and Barnum
Crack a Coca-Cola, summer heat was my boredom
Dr j before Jordan, Al Green on the organ
When Rerun did the dance
The whole world saw him
The blackout fears, Foxxy Brown, Pam Grier
Ford motor gear, your life and times queer
"Smokey the Bear", Burt Reynolds gray hair
Throw 'em some gems, throw up
Your fists and say yeah, it's

Soul power! (You know how we do)
Soul power! (For you and your crew)
Soul power! (Representin' Wu)
Soul power! (You know how we do)
Soul power! (Two thousand and two)
Soul power! (For you and your crew)
Soul power! (Representin' Wu)

I'm the nigga that got you
Talkin' bout "Fight the Power" aiyyo, Flav
Whassup, Meth? What you know about niggas
From Long Island right? Huh?
True Long Island right? All my life!
All your life, right? All my life!
Westbury
Word up, Freeport, Long Island, Roosevelt
Long Island and, and
An-an-and went through Westbury too!
You from Westbury?
Nah, I got family in Westbury
New Castle Park and them oh, stop jokin'
I ain't know that! You from Hempstead?
Yo, man, my family from
Hempstead! The Heights, man!
Yeah, and I live word up, come on, man
'Race Avenue oh, what?
'Race Avenue, Hundred Terrace Avenue
Stop jokin', the El Dorados
Nigga what? I got
Family up in El Dorados right now, nigga
Word! That's where i'm from
That's my block! That's my block right there!
Aiyyo, ha ha that's right
Y'all, that's right
It's all good me and Method
Man from the motherfuckin' hood!
So get it from the Bricks
To the fuckin' wood! Yeah, niggas!
Knowhatimean? Word up to the bird up they
Caught the bird, made him soup
Now I sip from out my cup
Nigga, ha ha ha oh, yo, man
You just hit me in the head with a brick for
Real you got me bleedin' from
The side of the head, meth
(Mumbling) you're a beautiful fuckin' person
Yo, Meth… Yo, Meth… Yo
Check one-two without me havin'
My finger in the plug
I'm gettin' shocked anyway, ha ha ha

"Since you're all so skilled let's fight
Your way Shaolin style come on!"