Wu-Tang Clan, Busta Rhymes - The Monument lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan, Busta Rhymes - The Monument lyrics]
Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
Flipmode Wu Tang shit, what the fuck now?
Yeah yeah yeah
Historical and monumental shit
What the fuck now? yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight smack a nigga right in the
Face like this was handball
I'll make a mural out his face
Up on a damn wall
Niggas play hard and shit if you
Know what's best for you
Y'all niggas better safeguard your shit
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
Fuck with street geniuses
And bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
Street niggas now the corporate boss
Still go to y'all restaurant for
Steamed fish and Irish moss and y yo
The way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
Your whole show wack and
I'mma cancel your sitcom
Fuck a nigga broad 'til she
Tired and real calm
You ain't knowin my name tattoed
On your bitch arm
The way we blow shit is a shame
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin
A cork on the champagne
Wrote you with a whole new approach that
Lead a whole team of niggas
Y'all should know I only ball like a coach
Now
Check out the light fixture
Freak lines like white bitches
Let the mic lines - hang
That slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords
Big gun only fuck with sawed-offs
That's my specialty, more to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster, Lord
I analyze your work those that
Got merked were not established
Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
S-5, blowin through Asbury
Soon to own steakhouses
Glowin like makeover thousand
Them them niggas, robbin from Pinkhouse's
Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers
God, sodomize money
Ring two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
Baby, it's all designers
Tailor made Wu gooses
Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo
Relax, cousin just cruise through
Jewels with him
Move up the block, giant box blast my song
Non-stop strictly Hip-Hop, march on
Doo rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
Some assumin they paid dues
And joined the union
Lost nigga couldn't rumble in
This wild jungle quick to crumble
Type to be on the stand and fumble
Divine Master
Threw on the track that made 'em bleed
He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant
Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
Starlight scope, with the night vision device
Splendid marksman
That'll shoot the one off the dice
Split a grain of rice
In one shot we kill 'em twice gUNBLAST
Flipmode Wu Tang shit, what the fuck now?
Yeah yeah yeah
Historical and monumental shit
What the fuck now? yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight smack a nigga right in the
Face like this was handball
I'll make a mural out his face
Up on a damn wall
Niggas play hard and shit if you
Know what's best for you
Y'all niggas better safeguard your shit
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
Fuck with street geniuses
And bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
Street niggas now the corporate boss
Still go to y'all restaurant for
Steamed fish and Irish moss and y yo
The way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
Your whole show wack and
I'mma cancel your sitcom
Fuck a nigga broad 'til she
Tired and real calm
You ain't knowin my name tattoed
On your bitch arm
The way we blow shit is a shame
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin
A cork on the champagne
Wrote you with a whole new approach that
Lead a whole team of niggas
Y'all should know I only ball like a coach
Now
Check out the light fixture
Freak lines like white bitches
Let the mic lines - hang
That slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords
Big gun only fuck with sawed-offs
That's my specialty, more to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster, Lord
I analyze your work those that
Got merked were not established
Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
S-5, blowin through Asbury
Soon to own steakhouses
Glowin like makeover thousand
Them them niggas, robbin from Pinkhouse's
Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers
God, sodomize money
Ring two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
Baby, it's all designers
Tailor made Wu gooses
Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo
Relax, cousin just cruise through
Jewels with him
Move up the block, giant box blast my song
Non-stop strictly Hip-Hop, march on
Doo rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
Some assumin they paid dues
And joined the union
Lost nigga couldn't rumble in
This wild jungle quick to crumble
Type to be on the stand and fumble
Divine Master
Threw on the track that made 'em bleed
He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant
Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
Starlight scope, with the night vision device
Splendid marksman
That'll shoot the one off the dice
Split a grain of rice
In one shot we kill 'em twice gUNBLAST