Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The End, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Wu-Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu-Tang
Song language: English
The End |
My acoustic pugilistic linguistic, rap fabric |
Is a mixture of Arabic, plug 'em in |
Plug 'em in |
Plug 'em in, plug 'em in |
Come to spread it |
The world exclusive |
Check it |
From the underground producers |
Turn your face stone like Medusa |
Slap dick on a wicked bitch |
Or righteous ones weaken sons |
Those who burn hurt turn nuns |
I rekindle the flame |
With the name Bobby |
Make it a hobby |
Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy |
You doo-doo brain dirtbag derelict dumbfuck |
What the fuck is wrong with you dickhead? |
Numb-nuts |
Just because you made a song or two |
What’s the balance due on your royalties? |
Record companies spoil me |
As the wiz hot oil me |
Fuck that savage back up |
Wu-Tang step inside the club |
Niggas might act up |
One potato |
Smack you like the crossfader |
Rap data, go back to pissy elevators |
Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper |
Fuck that I’m takin' back the forty acres |
With the cream of nature |
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby) |
(Huh) |
Yo, my Eve called 1-Adam-12, I got arrested |
First she protested |
But on the seventh day I rested (son I always had the power!) |
Before the Midori Sour with red cherries |
Hereditary trait, seeking salvation like the Cranberries |
Wrote Murder with Angela Lansbury often |
Til' my biological clock stops and my casket falls |
Each cell ticks like Boston basketball |
C-arson was askin' y’all |
Is Ras Kass the last to fall victim for wearin' no mask at all? |
No gimmicks, just me bein' me |
But you ain’t bendin' or offendin' me |
'Cause anyways Hennessy used to be a better friend to me |
But I had to stop drinkin' so many pints (Why?) |
'Cuz the tendency to forget |
It ain’t baseball, America’s favorite national pastime is white |
Supremacy |
Never seen a nigga granted clemency |
My metaphors is meta-five |
My styles go up in your raw dog little boy |
You get fucked, like pedophiles |
When it’s all said and done I’mma retire to an island in the Caymans |
Enslavin' caucasians livin' off your mama’s life savings |
I take it all in stride |
Dennis Rodman’s laced to the side |
This nigga glide, like Clyde |
My hands was tied |
Silent cries screamed genocide |
When two-thirds of the planet died in the end |
The end justifies the means |
The end is power |
(Power) Power corrupts -- absolute power corrupts absolutely |
Young black man, let us begin (2X) |