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    Wu-Tang Clan / Lyrics

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    "Heaterz" Lyrics

    Wu-Tang Clan feat. CappaDonna

    Hang glide for my nigga Tical
    Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt)
    Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt)
    That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time
    Check the science of the black man
    Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here
    Yo Shorty cross your arms
    Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year

    Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee bringer
    Rocky road roll dark greener

    Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema
    Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema
    Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers
    Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine
    The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her
    How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina
    Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina
    Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima
    We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe
    I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino
    Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me
    Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry
    It's time yo swerve like the Nike line
    Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her
    Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary
    Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch

    [Inspectah Deck]

    Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
    Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients
    My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
    Are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement
    I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs
    Parasites, double edge dice your larynx
    My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox
    Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks
    You're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail
    I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale
    Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes
    Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space
    Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum
    Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended
    Designated hitter flows with the transistor
    Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina
    Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster
    Before and after, I be self lord and master

    [Ol Dirty Bastard]
    I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride
    Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide
    Shaolin hillside, full of homicides
    FUCK you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise

    Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout
    Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out
    I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed
    Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh
    It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich
    You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched
    The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest
    Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus
    Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut
    A can of ass whoopin flurry shake, break you fucks
    Struck, love crooks, why for lyin hooks
    Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book
    This deathbent doctrine, paper for the youth
    What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth

    Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights
    Fast life, females are trife, stay tight
    I detect that parasite, satellite
    RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows
    My slang sound write secretary type
    Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man
    Workin hard for the grand, I understand clear
    Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours
    My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours
    Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street
    Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack
    Wu article CappaFive, CD attack
    But my talk stage live killa beehive
    Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts
    Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts
    Check out my arts, when I release my smarts
    Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts
    This song was submitted on February 8th, 2008 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Corey Woods, Darryl Robert Hill, Derrick R. L. Harris, Jason Hunter, Lamont Hawkins, Russell T. Jones.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Song Details

    track 13 on disc 2
    Forever [1997]
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