Da Mystery of Chessboxin' (Radio Edit)
Wu Tang Clan« Da Mystery of Chessboxin' (Radio Edit) » est une chanson de Wu Tang Clan, 1993, Pop. La chanson dure 3:59, 100 lines / 800 words.
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0:02Da Mystery Of Chessboxin' - Wu Tang Clan
0:09Raw I'm gonna give it to you with no trivia
0:11Raw like coc*ine straight from Bolivia
0:14My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
0:16Like the Emancipation Proclamation
0:19Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
0:20You might as well run into the wall and bang your head
0:23I'm pushin' force my force your doubtin'
0:25I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains
0:27Well I'm a sire I set the microphone on fire
0:30Rap styles vary and carry like Mariah
0:32I come from the Shaolin slum and the isle I'm from
0:34Is coming through with nuff niggas and nuff guns
0:37So if you wanna come sweating stressing contesting
0:39You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
0:41Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk
0:44Phony niggas are outlined in chalk
0:46A man vexed is what the projects made me
0:48Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
0:50Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler
0:53With the drunk driver driving there's no surviving
0:55Rough like Timberland wear yeah
0:57Me and the Clan and you're the Landcruisers out there
0:59Peace to all the crooks all the niggas with bad looks
1:02Bald heads braids blow this hook
1:04We got chrome tecs nickel plated macs
1:05Black axe drug dealing styles in phat stacks
1:08I've only been a good ni**a for a minute though
1:11'Cause I got to get my props and win it you
1:13I got beef with commercial-a** niggas with gold teeth
1:15Lampin in a Lexus eating beef
1:18Straight up and down don't even bother
1:20I got forty niggas up in here now who kill niggas fathers
1:22My peoples are you with me where you at
1:24In the front in the back killer-bees on attack
1:28My people are you with me where you at
1:29Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
1:32Here I go deep type flow
1:33Jacque Cousteau could never get this low
1:36I'm cherry bombing shits BOOM
1:38Just warming up a little bit vroom vroom
1:41Rappinin is what's happening
1:43Keep the pockets stacked and then hands clapping and
1:45At the party when I move my body
1:47Gotta get up and be somebody
1:49Grab the microphone go straight to the phone
1:52DUH-DUH-DUH enter the Wu-Tang zone
1:54Sure enough when I rock that stuff
1:56Guff puff I'm gonna catch your bluff tough
1:59Rough kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly
2:01Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi- Beetle Bailey rhymes
2:04Coming raw style hardcore
2:06Niggas be coming to the hip-hop store
2:08Coming to buy grocery from me
2:10Trying to be a hip-hop MC
2:12The law in order to enter the Wu-Tang
2:15You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
2:17Represent the GZA Abbott RZA Shaquan Inspectah Deck
2:22Dirty Hoe getting low with his flow
2:24Introducing the Ghost face Killer
2:30No one could get iller
2:31My peoples are you with me where you at
2:33In the front in the back killer-bees on attack
2:34My people are you with me where you at
2:37Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
2:40Speaking of the devil psych no it's the God get the sh*t right
2:43Mega trife and you're I killed you in a past life
2:45On the mic while you was kicking that fast sh*t
2:47You reneged tried again and got blasted
2:48Half mastered a** style mad ruff task
2:52When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
2:54Remember that sh*t I know you don't remember jack
2:56That night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat
2:59And then you thought I was bugged out and crazy
3:01Strapped for nonsense after me became lazy
3:03Yo nobody budge while I shot slugs
3:05Never shot thugs I'm running with thugs that flood mugs
3:07So grab your eight plus one start flipping and tripping
3:10Niggas is jetting I'm licking off son
3:12(Wu Tang Wu Tang Wu Tang Wu Tang )
3:17Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
3:19What justifies the homicide when he dies
3:21In his own iniquity it's the
3:23Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at you
3:25We have an APB on an MC Killer
3:28Looks like the work of a Master
3:30Evidence indicates that's it's stature
3:32Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
3:35The flow changes like a chameleon
3:37Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger
3:40This technique attacks the immune system
3:42Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim
3:44You scream as it enters your bloodstream
3:46Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
3:49Moving on a ni**a with the speed of a centipede
3:52And injure - ANY MOTHERF**KING CONTENDER
3:54My peoples are you with me where you at
3:55In the front in the back killer-bees on attack
3:58My people are you with me where you at
3:59Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
Da Mystery Of Chessboxin' - Wu Tang Clan Raw I'm gonna give it to you with no trivia Raw like coc*ine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead You might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Well I'm a sire I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum and the isle I'm from Is coming through with nuff niggas and nuff guns So if you wanna come sweating stressing contesting You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk Phony niggas are outlined in chalk A man vexed is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler With the drunk driver driving there's no surviving Rough like Timberland wear yeah Me and the Clan and you're the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks all the niggas with bad looks Bald heads braids blow this hook We got chrome tecs nickel plated macs Black axe drug dealing styles in phat stacks I've only been a good ni**a for a minute though 'Cause I got to get my props and win it you I got beef with commercial-a** niggas with gold teeth Lampin in a Lexus eating beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got forty niggas up in here now who kill niggas fathers My peoples are you with me where you at In the front in the back killer-bees on attack My people are you with me where you at Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats Here I go deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low I'm cherry bombing shits BOOM Just warming up a little bit vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happening Keep the pockets stacked and then hands clapping and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up and be somebody Grab the microphone go straight to the phone DUH-DUH-DUH enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff I'm gonna catch your bluff tough Rough kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi- Beetle Bailey rhymes Coming raw style hardcore Niggas be coming to the hip-hop store Coming to buy grocery from me Trying to be a hip-hop MC The law in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA Abbott RZA Shaquan Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe getting low with his flow Introducing the Ghost face Killer No one could get iller My peoples are you with me where you at In the front in the back killer-bees on attack My people are you with me where you at Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats Speaking of the devil psych no it's the God get the sh*t right Mega trife and you're I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kicking that fast sh*t You reneged tried again and got blasted Half mastered a** style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that sh*t I know you don't remember jack That night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat And then you thought I was bugged out and crazy Strapped for nonsense after me became lazy Yo nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs I'm running with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one start flipping and tripping Niggas is jetting I'm licking off son (Wu Tang Wu Tang Wu Tang Wu Tang ) Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide when he dies In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at you We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim You scream as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Moving on a ni**a with the speed of a centipede And injure - ANY MOTHERF**KING CONTENDER My peoples are you with me where you at In the front in the back killer-bees on attack My people are you with me where you at Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
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