| The grand ultimate supreme, no extremedies
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| We use Tai Chi to deflect off our enemy
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| Five poisons, from the Clan there’s no Remedy
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| We dispell the smell of wickedness in our vicinity
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| Bobby, the atomic, Islamic, bomb-droppin'
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| Appear in your atmosphere like the comet
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| Heading to the Western Hemisphere, non-stoppin'
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| Strikin' the belly of the sea to make it vomit
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| Things of beings is unseen by men
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| In shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
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| The word of God, always intervene with sin
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| From insight, my inner-light beams within
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| Pin-point focus, move silently un-noticed
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| When you attack, I fall back in the wind like the lotus
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| Put the soul in the track like my name was Otis
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| Pain in my heart and your chance is hopeless
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| For you to win, a change is gonna come
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| You heare the «suuuu»?, Wu-Tang is gonna come
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| And my vocals, they gonna bang on the drum
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| You go against the grain you will hang from ya tongue
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| So.
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| (Love) love (Love) love (thugs) thugs
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| This is in yo' club (club)
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| Nigga pass the mothafuckin' drugs (drugs)
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| I’m pretty sure he says, oh shaboobaloop
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| To my soundwave there’s no sonic solution
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| No Pro Tools to edit or out-date my producin'
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| Form like crystals, mushrooms after the missile
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| We strike into the hip-hop bone, of the gristle
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| And my thoughts be the marrow, son I’m the narrow
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| Tube inside the gun that’s released through the barrel
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| And the words travel in lead, expandin' high-speeds
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| With the hole in ya head, and filled up you
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| With the, knowledge of self
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| I dropped out of school, I went to the college of self
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| And I pertained my wealth, B-O-B-B, when y’all niggas see me
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| I’m like Godzilla stompin' over Mount Fiji
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| Or Rodan with the wingspan, Prince Rakeem can
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| Rocks to the solo or combine with my team and
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| Spit like the calico, welcome to the Alamo
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| Bop-bop-bop, you know how you cowards go
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| (Love) love (Love) love (thugs) thugs
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| Welcome back to my hip-hop club!
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| Psycho-menace, downin' a Guiness
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| Strictly bidness, while I’m in this
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| Flip on a nigga like a gymnast
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| Put a knot on ya head, the size of Grimace
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| Bitch, jumpin' out ya speaker
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| Huntin' for yo' egg like it’s Easter
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| Although I come in peace, I would just like to say peace to
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| Scallywags, skeezers, and I don’t really need ya
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| You don’t understand why I don’t understand either
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| Now shit’s gettin' deep, you should’ve thought a lot deeper
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| It’s my time to get over and I got on my blinker
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| So I write and I spit on the mic, so you can feel
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| What is truth, what is right and what’s not
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| Yo I must kill the ideal and enlight this Earth
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| And yo I will give birth to a light that lives to keep it real
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| All through research, I learned in schools, not even Church
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| Can enstill, these words are jewels so you can heal
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| Still I search, and I works real hard, I need a deal
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| And with speed 'cuz it hurts indeed
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| Yo can you feel? |
| my heart still pumps the blood that makes me bleed
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| All real and the pastor’s best and I always will, do my thing
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| Yo let me know son, yo.
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| X.O. |
| Hennessey, Jack Daniel or Tennesee
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| Whisky, got these groupie bitches actin' frisky
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| Searchin for that Bill like Lewinsky
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| All over my pants lookin' for a Jim Brownski
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| Ringz and Partnerz, Wu-Tang is how we fuck up Helsinki
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| Oh shit, Kinetic, Bobby Steeles
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| Origin/Barrakjudah, Wu-Tang Forever motherfuckers
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| (Love) love (Love) love (thugs) thugs
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| This is in yo' club (club)
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| Nigga pass the mothafuckin' drugs (drugs) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chi Kung , by - RZA. Song from the album Birth Of A Prince, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп