Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Third World, artist - DJ Muggs. Date of issue: 03.02.1997
Song language: English
Third World |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah. |
| one two. |
| one two. |
| ayo, wu-tangs invincible. |
| But understand the principle. |
| My man muggs, droppin phat tracks like drugs. |
| Breaker-breaker one two. |
| breaker-breaker one two. |
| youre breakin up. |
| Peace. |
| Verse one: genius |
| Beams shatter light from the wu-mansion |
| Still branchin off the tree that sparked any mc And the fool that fell far was the righteous |
| It was cypress, let the media hype this |
| Promotion niggas snipe this |
| Push it like tray bags of 72 |
| Kept niggas in suede rags |
| Microphone cycle, who flips the mic so well? |
| Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells |
| Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin |
| Niggas flakin, wannabe mcs is shakin |
| My sword indeed make more niggas bleed |
| So swift that the eye couldnt record the speed |
| I lost ya, wit that offer |
| Nigga thatll cost ya Feel the strings of torture |
| Bust him in the? |
| half gallon? |
| Whats that shit he drinkin? |
| They got him thinkin |
| That he could crash his ship and hed be sinkin |
| I told him «come back when youre sober.» |
| Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin hunt for red october |
| Dont even catch me when Im blunted |
| Rhymes start runnin like bloops on a sb-1200 |
| Instruments the terror on warships, its corporate |
| Visual niggas paint portraits |
| Verse two: rza |
| Check the mic lines for wire-taps |
| …were under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed… |
| Fire back, all hands on deck |
| Cadet, vets, insert cassette |
| Tracks snap heads like berettes |
| Catch web sites like internet |
| …team, Im detecting vehicles approaching from the east… |
| Pass me the infra-red binoculars captain so I can see |
| Sound the alarm |
| Call for the suicidal kamikaze ninjas with the bombs |
| Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms |
| Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply |
| Send em back like george mcfly |
| I be holdin this |
| Travel ground like a motorist |
| Poisonous gas released from my track is odorless and tasteless |
| Like ghost is face-less |
| Which allowed the God to bring it back, it be the hundred cases |
| Mcs heads weave like trees in a breeze to rhymes like these |
| Underwater flow strikes like torpedos |
| Youll get plugged more than del rio |
| Played short like de vito |
| Split the fuck up like mike jakatito |
| Sword cut sharper than concorde needles |
| Call my second private |
| …tell em righteous importing messages to cypress… |
| I heard your crew assisted on the island with dr. |
| titus |
| Any chance of releasing the new deadly virus? |
| To infiltrate the western states |
| Its time to pump out more rap tapes |
| And use the wu-tang symbol to communicate |
| Rza over and out… |