Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rumble, artist - U-God. Album song Wu-Chronicles: Chapter 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu
Song language: English
Rumble |
| Are you ready? |
| Are you mad inside? |
| Got you strapped down to your seats |
| Out of the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip |
| God speed, approach follow my lead |
| Fire winds gust, empire crush |
| Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush |
| Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul |
| Sound waves slay out the bat cave smoke |
| My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote |
| Down slope, elegant as Fantasia |
| Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia |
| All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards |
| No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid |
| In the shaft, shotty cocked, hip hop to the limit |
| Nightwatch, pad mark |
| Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash |
| Gimmie what it takes NOW! |
| Rage, rock roll, fight |
| Brawl, fall, rumbleee! |
| The diabolic witty, dialect’s darker than Gotham City |
| With the possibility to stop your walkin ability |
| God forgive me, spark enemies with pistol grips |
| The missile tip’s impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick |
| Official scripts strikes when physical hits |
| You physical bitch, watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit |
| Submit, subject to the wreck war tone, and thought poems |
| Liver than WWF Warzone |
| Walk upon them Gotti tracks, bodies collapse |
| Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks |
| Logical facts from the terror dome |
| Spill from the guts, trail to you? |
| puss? |
| from where you bust |
| In God you now entrust |
| Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck |
| Clown what? |
| You’ll get drowned in the cut |
| While crowd round up |
| Rage, rock roll, fight |
| Brawl, fall, rumbleee! |
| A-yo, yo; |
| I spit bars, traveling tremendous speed measuring far |
| Been busting satellites circling Mars |
| Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force |
| Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse |
| Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic |
| Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded |
| This music, is mind control like computer chips |
| Been doing this for numerous years, refuse to lose it |
| With turbo tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier |
| Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it’s game over |
| Ayatollah, high roller nine totter |
| Mind controller, 2009 time folder |
| My coalition, bring the demolition |
| Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no intermission |
| Spitting hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks |
| Makin million men march |
| Rage, rock roll, fight |
| Brawl, fall, rumbleee! |
| Yo, who got next? |
| Meth got next |
| I chin check, all these MC’s line em up god, I go Jihad |
| Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge |
| Police squads trying to bogard, we rip and rob |
| The boulevard ain’t safe for your kids, that’s how it is |
| In the ghetto, we ain’t scared to death, but scared to live |
| So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy |
| Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me |
| Slowly I turn, face the one and only |
| Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely |
| Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch |
| 36 Chambers, enter at your own risk |
| Take that watch off and tuck your necklace |
| City never sleeps, streets is restless |
| Rap style’ll slave you, when you least expect it |
| Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless |
| Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys |
| I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy |
| Rage, rock roll, fight |
| Brawl, fall, rumbleee! |