Wu Tang Clan-Winter Wars
Winter Warz Wu-Tang Clan Winter Warz It’s on.. [Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid? Ryzarector.. [Break: Raekwon the Chef] Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang’s back for more Yes the hour’s four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu’ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America’s Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm [Break: (first two lines)] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian …
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Wu Tang Clan – Winter Warz
Check it out Winter Warz It’s on.. [Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid? Ryzarector.. [Break: Raekwon the Chef] Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang’s back for more Yes the hour’s four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu’ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America’s Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm [Break: (first two lines)] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So …
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