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    "Bells Of War" Lyrics

    Wu-Tang Clan

    track 8 on disc 2
    Forever [1997]
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    Cut it off...

    Verse One: U-God

    Yeah, yo
    Give me the cue
    Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function
    The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin' weed
    Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas
    Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling
    Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them
    Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm
    Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture
    Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures
    When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance
    Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance
    Words seem to zing on down to Beijing
    When we touch down you crown renowned kings

    Verse two: Method Man

    There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical
    Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt madmen
    But not these, we profound hardcore sound
    To MC's thumbs down, prepare
    Killa bees it be warfare, this the year
    Niggas gotta take you off of here, hold the square
    If we go there we go gritty
    And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor
    My razor sharp darts be like cold stares
    The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flare, truth or dare
    Ask yourself can you compare
    to these niggas in the hood, Johnny B. Good
    or he be gone, yeah
    The struggle goes on, you've been warned
    P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs
    Must we drop in the Ninety-Now
    Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical

    Verse Three: RZA

    You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding
    Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting
    You gots to be kidding, yo

    It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense
    I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance
    Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds
    Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above
    MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble
    Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals
    Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions
    Wack MC's only lasted one season
    The morale was low at the corral
    Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our
    aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
    All that other bullshit ain't permissable
    Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual
    Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible
    Illegible, every egg ain't edible
    My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole
    Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier
    Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper
    Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia
    And free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang

    Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon

    The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall
    Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin'
    We came to punish the glutton with a substance
    That can't be contained, Wu-Tang

    We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club
    Y'all all in the back
    Scared to speak the speak cause you scared
    Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is

    [Raekwon conversating with some people]
    All you been seeing is upsets in the boxing shit right
    It's like come on man
    This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker
    Dang, he caught Whittaker
    He caught Whittaker a long time ago
    Mike got touched
    Then Mike got touched by Holyfield
    Yeah, word up
    Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight
    He ain't fighting McDermit
    He ain't fightin?
    You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did?
    Told them he cut his eye, in sparring

    Verse Five: Ghostface Killah

    Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz
    Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it
    M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens
    Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
    Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross
    All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off
    These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up
    The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor
    Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
    Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the
    Monopoly king, Slavic poetry
    Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory
    Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers
    Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless

    Outro: RZA

    You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean?
    It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible)
    Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W
    You gonna get down with that W
    That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom
    YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe
    That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods
    YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God
    YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin' way
    We got the medicine for yo' sickness
    Out here, ya knowhatImean?
    I was telling Shorty like --
    Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school
    Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD
    And you'll get all the education you need this year
    (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit)
    Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God
    Niggas can't fuck with these lyrics God
    YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean?
    (Oh hell no, none of this shit)
    C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggas
    (Niggas can't even understand half this shit)
    Nah (man, no)
    I think niggas ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G
    (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word
    Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even
    comin out until Two Thousand
    YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet
    You hear, we gonna bring a comet
    (Check for that shit in the millenium)
    YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggas man
    (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man
    Born Gods is here
    (Born God)
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Felix Da Cat for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Elgin Evander Turner, Lamont Hawkins, Robert F. Diggs.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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