Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
RZA
RZA
Performer
DJ Scratch
DJ Scratch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Scratch
DJ Scratch
Composer
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Scratch
DJ Scratch
Producer
Lord Understanding
Lord Understanding
Mixing Engineer
Joe Picard
Joe Picard
Mixing Engineer

Testi

The shabama-lama-hammer-grammar-slammer, nothing new to this Shaolin, kung-fu, Wutang, pugilist Yellow blue diamonds, black buddah beads circle wrist You attack me from the back (punch), that was foolishness We move together as one like a school of fish Poison needle shot you tried to block It went through your wrist 18 low hand stance, this is laughing buddah fist Butterfly knifes, lighting striking like a cumulous Overthrow your quote, trap your throat like tuberculosis 2020 quarantine, I developed perfect focus Winter green limousine, rhinestone denim jeans Use to play with triple bеams now, I'm into simple things Army issued, M16's, blow your ass to smithereens Havе your crew twitching like they fiending for that nicotine Watch out watch out here she comes Up! she's a man eater Rappers are a bunch of ants and I'm a hungry ant eater Consume that poisonous dead meat, it's tumorous All that poison in the airwaves, I'm immune to it You striving for a car and lab, I got numerous You thought you could deflect my finger jab, that was humorous Consuming poisonous dead meat, that is tumorous All the poison in the air, I'm immune to it You striving for a car and lab, I got numerous You thought you could defeat the finger jab, that was humorous This is 9-ball, rack 'em up We back 'em up with half of us Y'all niggas stuck, I'm bout to clear the spot like the aqueduct Man-which or sand-which, my clan switch the bandwidth Blam, if you come up, you get bopped, boy, so stand stiff Copper with the diamond herringbone, now you hop along Pump you couldn't pop a bone, need some testosterone Weak ass freak and your bitch is from a foster home Thought she could bag the RZA told that girl hop along Pockets, yeah, they overweight 100k, I'll hold the date Bout to skate, motivate, float to the golden state Warrior, I'll overtake, never in a sober state Incorporate a Muay Thai blow That'll cause your shoulder break Dislocate your arm from a joint, you a lowercase Me, I'm a capital OG, but hold up wait I drink with distinguished females And link with distinctive G-men Who known to sink ships and speak with Multi-millionaires and billionaires Who only sleep with hand woven mink pillows And girls with pink tits The man with the Gucci print handkerchief He banks with the wife of the Governor's right hand from Anchorage Old cold snow-bunny honey's with money Getting drunk off of dirty Martini's and air their laundry Squeaky clean turbo charged Bentley parked in my garage The Wu-Villa backyard look like a east mirage
Writer(s): Robert Diggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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