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    "Severe Punishment" Lyrics

    Wu-Tang Clan

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    I despise your killing, and raping
    You're... despicable

    Are you, my judge?

    It's just... you should be punished
    I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?

    [Verse One: U-God]

    Yo, yeah, yo, yo
    Yo, yeah
    Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
    Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
    Time's ticking, eruptments conduct
    Entering one funk before the drum dry up
    Dial, style, jab vocab slow
    Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
    Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
    For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
    Cut down, come with something that's round and profound
    Blood brothers people of colors we get down
    Watch this fly, force feed things being said
    Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his
    mic half a dangle, seriouser man
    My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
    heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
    Night champion, old villain style seem a
    kiss of spider, to God saga why bother
    Godfather talk drama, fly swatters

    Number two, Chao San Poi

    [Verse Two: The Genius/GZA]

    This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown
    Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
    Pro tools editing tracks that's rough
    Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough
    So we attack this, and grab all within reach
    Throw a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speech
    Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
    used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
    Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line
    Real thin and shift through the pipeline
    LP's delivered with style and potential
    Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
    order, revealin hidden tape recorders
    Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura

    [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]

    Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up
    Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
    Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
    Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger
    Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open
    with the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on
    Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur
    Slang soufleer home decorater, player
    Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
    Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
    Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
    He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me

    [Verse Four: Prince Rakeem/RZA]

    Yo MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder
    Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove
    Gettin down for the funk of it
    Like Fred Sanford in the biz...
    Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
    Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
    bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's
    Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
    Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported
    chambers been recorded, you're fuckin with the loops
    Time for royalty audit
    Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
    Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
    Then grew to a physical body with five meridians
    As the pendulum swings closer to the millenium
    two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen
    I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle
    and politic with Leo and Russell
    When niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you

    He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives

    [Verse Five: Masta Killa]

    Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain
    ignite, blowin the mic to Arabian heights
    As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the
    deadly ground I hold down
    Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
    Panic and confusion echoes through the building
    Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
    Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold
    Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
    look for means of survival and who's liable
    for this harrowing experience
    You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap
    and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy
    To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery

    Number two, Chao San Poi
    Number two, Chao San Poi
    He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives

    Number one, Yen Chang Wa
    He's an adulterer, don't trust him
    Number two, Chao San Poi
    Number two, Chao San Poi
    He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives

    I despise your killing, and raping
    You're... despicable

    Are you, my judge?

    It's just... you should be punished
    I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
    I despise your killing, and raping
    You're... despicable

    Are you, my judge?

    It's just... you should be punished
    I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
    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, Elgin Evander Turner, Gary E. Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Robert F. Diggs.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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