Wu-Tang Clan - The Wu is Comin' Through lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan - The Wu is Comin' Through lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, check the flavor of this
Yo see my pinky? See my thumb?
See my fist? Ya better get
The hell outta here
Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda
This is the Wu Tang Clan, we wanna bomb ya
Brothas get petro when Ason appears
When I step into your atmos'
Here comes the fear
Can I get riggy-diggy raw, huh? Man!
Who's knows your shields, yes the man I am
Which means I'm clean
Another slang on your brain
Forget about all that handy flocks and chains
I'm popular, straight from the opera
I rocks on a nigga cuz I'm about ta
Blow up! With the jaws
The party I'm in there
Ya step to the Shaolin
Throw the blunt to the rear
What time is it? It's time to whip the whip
Mad difference to the pockets, feelin legit
Cuz when I come out this way, I don't play
To put a brother away, Chk-BLAOW! Blown away
Give it to ya raw, my style is hardcore
Don't funk the jaw, Wu Tang jaw
Shit is about to get funky in here
I die for this cuz you're shot when I'm there
Whoever's with me, you better step with me
Right now, if not, another beat down
The Wu is comin through!
Yo it might sound dramatic, I'm a rap fanatic
The mic is a habit, I gots to grab it
Whipped it, flipped it then I sticked it
Enter my pocket once I've rocked it
Sound is known as the high sin dome
Like smoke from a blunt when
It enters the dome
The deliver the method to improve my effort
Of my flow when I got
Buckwild with the record
MC's laid up, they heard my flavor
Got a bomb whip like my next door neighbor
Never the effect of 28 got me paranoid
Girls are somethin I can't avoid
Gimme gimme gimme, I stay when I'm simmy
But, I won't say a gift
Without somethin on my Jimmy
This is the slicksta when I gets ya sister
Flipped ya, hit her then I'm quick ta
Live New York with a two dime talk
Then who keeps walkin through
The Times speed talkin
Those who hit the, flow seems to get ya
Hit you and then Big Prince come and stick ya
And I'll be havin you, runnin up the Avenue
My rhymes that be grabbin you and
Beats that be stabbin you
Some fail to fuckin voodoo, the drunken monk
If it ain't loud enough, pop ya trunk
So what you gonna do?
Yo see my pinky? See my thumb?
See my fist? Ya better get
The hell outta here
Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda
This is the Wu Tang Clan, we wanna bomb ya
Brothas get petro when Ason appears
When I step into your atmos'
Here comes the fear
Can I get riggy-diggy raw, huh? Man!
Who's knows your shields, yes the man I am
Which means I'm clean
Another slang on your brain
Forget about all that handy flocks and chains
I'm popular, straight from the opera
I rocks on a nigga cuz I'm about ta
Blow up! With the jaws
The party I'm in there
Ya step to the Shaolin
Throw the blunt to the rear
What time is it? It's time to whip the whip
Mad difference to the pockets, feelin legit
Cuz when I come out this way, I don't play
To put a brother away, Chk-BLAOW! Blown away
Give it to ya raw, my style is hardcore
Don't funk the jaw, Wu Tang jaw
Shit is about to get funky in here
I die for this cuz you're shot when I'm there
Whoever's with me, you better step with me
Right now, if not, another beat down
The Wu is comin through!
Yo it might sound dramatic, I'm a rap fanatic
The mic is a habit, I gots to grab it
Whipped it, flipped it then I sticked it
Enter my pocket once I've rocked it
Sound is known as the high sin dome
Like smoke from a blunt when
It enters the dome
The deliver the method to improve my effort
Of my flow when I got
Buckwild with the record
MC's laid up, they heard my flavor
Got a bomb whip like my next door neighbor
Never the effect of 28 got me paranoid
Girls are somethin I can't avoid
Gimme gimme gimme, I stay when I'm simmy
But, I won't say a gift
Without somethin on my Jimmy
This is the slicksta when I gets ya sister
Flipped ya, hit her then I'm quick ta
Live New York with a two dime talk
Then who keeps walkin through
The Times speed talkin
Those who hit the, flow seems to get ya
Hit you and then Big Prince come and stick ya
And I'll be havin you, runnin up the Avenue
My rhymes that be grabbin you and
Beats that be stabbin you
Some fail to fuckin voodoo, the drunken monk
If it ain't loud enough, pop ya trunk
So what you gonna do?