Executioners from Shaolin (feat. Inspectah Deck, GZA & Cappadonna)
Wu-Tang Clan & Mathematics
Hip-Hop/Rap
1715
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cappadonna
Performer
GZA
Performer
Inspectah Deck
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Bean
Composer
Jason Richard Hunter
Lyrics
Gary E. Grice
Lyrics
Darryl Hill
Lyrics
Allah Mathematics
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Jim Brick
Recording Engineer
Troy Hightower
Recording Engineer
Jamey Zebrack
Recording Engineer
4nominal
Recording Engineer
Allah Mathematics
Producer
Testi
[Intro]
Right then, let's just get right to it
You're ruthless, you're despicable, you're nothing but killers
I'm a professional
I do what I'm trained to do
So you killed them?
Not my fault, they should have trained harder
Now, if you excuse me, I have more men to kill
Damn you, bastard, I despise you (The law mad, foot on the gas)
[Verse 1]
This slap like nana when you talk back
Fall back, you want smoke? Feel the contact
Kill a small chap, put it in the contract
I really work, lunchbox with the hard hat
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago
Cross the North to South to Key Largo
Pronto, aim it and blow, leave a John Doe
Folks so amazed at the flow, it's encanto
Toast to the greatest alive
Stay sane in the world where they built more faith than the chains
Get sent back the way that you came
I'm out to control the universe
Lames tryna make it rain, but
I ain't hating on 'em, I'm just skating on 'em
Like waking in Jamaica in the morning
I was born with it, I'ma take it to the coffin
Take it to the limit, then take it to the auction
[Verse 2]
We baked those local spots when we turned the mics on
Rolling with the talent, the beats, rappers
Said he had to lick a shot for a top-notch clan
Multiple swordsman, blade sharp
Ripped through your heart, MCs want no part
Any type of conflict or nonsense
Then we be swamped quick, get thick
Problem goes beyond sick (G-g-goes beyond sick)
[Verse 3]
Catch you coming out the gate, I'm swinging my sword
I cut rappers in half, choke 'em with the cord
They'll never try to step to my written dimension
I'll smash your whole set, kick your head in the trenches
You know I'm fit, ****, I slapped it out your flip-flops
Your flow on the ground, I dragged you for six blocks
You can't escape from the king of this hip-hop
Rappers can't avoid my spit, they just get chopped
Thirty-six chambers, killing the vampires
**** suck dick, your whole camp is liars
Fake-ass ****, your beard is fake
You wear tight clothes, wear a skirt for the devil
You don't know where I'm at, you search for my level
Stupid motherfucker, you ain't nothing but an idiot
Cartoon character, all your shit illiterate
Should've stomped you before, but I was considerate
Instead me and my alligator jumped your homeboy
Violate ****, smack 'em with the chrome toy
Keep talking, put the hammer on your teeth
Pit bulls eating your balls, you little thief
Can't fuck around, ****'ll get slumped
Throw you off the roof, hit your dog with the pump
Your little posse just a room full of roaches
Your leader a bitch, he just food for my vultures
Soon as you come out the building, you're dead meat
Drown in the water, **** is lead feet
I ain't finished with you, I'm just getting started
Your mother a tomboy, your father's retarded
Your big brother, he always wear Pamper
Your little sister got her head in my hamper
I'm the king in this shit, don't you ever try and spit
I heard you do it before, you sound like shit, ****
[Outro]
You dare enter the sacred temple?
Why wouldn't I? Who's gonna stop me?
Written by: Darryl Hill, Gary E. Grice, Jason Richard Hunter, Ronald Bean
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