Older Gods (Explicit)
Wu Tang Clan"Older Gods (Explicit)" is a song by Wu Tang Clan, released in 1997 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:58 long and contains 67 lines and 580 words.
Lyrics
0:00Older Gods - Wu Tang Clan
0:14Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell
0:17Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill
0:19Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
0:21Juicy as a Sunkist certain broads double dutch this
0:24They carve it in they wrist pales berry blazes
0:26Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair
0:29Plus yours the look gold God the old tainted bald technique
0:32Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips
0:35Jumpin' out they seats eighteen Bronzeman Part II
0:37We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
0:39We in your hood we might circle hats down low in the Range
0:42Switch lanes change my tire peel out
0:44Real loud on the stage yo I shitted on your hood kid
0:47I shitted on your hood got to your burner too late
0:50I'm lookin' real good draped out shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece
0:53Your girlfriend c'mere
0:55Oh sh*t you my man's niece the gourmet pocket twenty
0:58Bombs made of clay Sexcapades take place
1:00We f**ked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
1:03Time slap your engineer it's lighter fluid to that style
1:05Hand me the matches now
1:07Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist now what's this
1:09Niggaz bless this eight and a half Bally banana twist
1:11E shakes puffin' on lye feedin' the seed's plate
1:14Pullin' out old dirty eights to rob gates
1:17Major wake up the kid telltales make a ni**a head wake up
1:20Beats break the ni**a would take off his time
1:22Honolulu status gladdest
1:24The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
1:26That ni**a mad savage stationary Hall of Justice
1:29Niggaz came clumped out
1:30Just came home now they bunked out
1:32Money be longer than triple life
1:34'Til the sun burn out that's my word move it with the burner out
1:38Fidel way of thinkin' roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
1:41Most of my team Five Percent check what the live said
1:43Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
1:45Holdin' my nuts f**kin' thousand dollar lesbians
1:48Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this
1:50Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
1:53It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life
1:56One time in the respectable mind
1:58Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this
2:01Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
2:03It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life
2:06One time in the respectable mind
2:08Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks
2:11Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
2:13Witness forget his original statement
2:16Even in protection programs there's no escapement
2:19Gunned down we in town hit king from seven crowns
2:21Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
2:24Wounded back in the eighty three summer heat
2:26Up in three-oh-nine park rhymin' off the drummer's beat
2:29I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
2:31All lookin' stank I ain't playin' wit a full deck
2:34And as they nervously stare I know they scared
2:37They saw the coming of Wu the neon in Times Square
2:39Household name assassin killa bee
2:42Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy
2:44Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend
2:47Those that got styles they got identical twins
2:49Don't stretch the small thing copycats are finnicky
2:52Without skills they master the art of mimicry
2:55But I go line for line on the whole page
2:58Your unspotted life on the mic is old age
Older Gods - Wu Tang Clan Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill Before I hit the sky with springtime colors Juicy as a Sunkist certain broads double dutch this They carve it in they wrist pales berry blazes Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair Plus yours the look gold God the old tainted bald technique Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips Jumpin' out they seats eighteen Bronzeman Part II We like Dorothy Hamill on ice We in your hood we might circle hats down low in the Range Switch lanes change my tire peel out Real loud on the stage yo I shitted on your hood kid I shitted on your hood got to your burner too late I'm lookin' real good draped out shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece Your girlfriend c'mere Oh sh*t you my man's niece the gourmet pocket twenty Bombs made of clay Sexcapades take place We f**ked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio Time slap your engineer it's lighter fluid to that style Hand me the matches now Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist now what's this Niggaz bless this eight and a half Bally banana twist E shakes puffin' on lye feedin' the seed's plate Pullin' out old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up the kid telltales make a ni**a head wake up Beats break the ni**a would take off his time Honolulu status gladdest The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands That ni**a mad savage stationary Hall of Justice Niggaz came clumped out Just came home now they bunked out Money be longer than triple life 'Til the sun burn out that's my word move it with the burner out Fidel way of thinkin' roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 Most of my team Five Percent check what the live said Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo Holdin' my nuts f**kin' thousand dollar lesbians Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life One time in the respectable mind Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life One time in the respectable mind Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks Witness forget his original statement Even in protection programs there's no escapement Gunned down we in town hit king from seven crowns Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded back in the eighty three summer heat Up in three-oh-nine park rhymin' off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks All lookin' stank I ain't playin' wit a full deck And as they nervously stare I know they scared They saw the coming of Wu the neon in Times Square Household name assassin killa bee Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend Those that got styles they got identical twins Don't stretch the small thing copycats are finnicky Without skills they master the art of mimicry But I go line for line on the whole page Your unspotted life on the mic is old age
Translation
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