Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To The Rescue, artist - U-God. Album song Wu-Chronicles: Chapter 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu
Song language: English
To The Rescue |
Yo, yo, yo, yo |
Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin |
One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons |
Burn, handgun herns, standin firm |
Return from mega-death, I’ll tell you what’s left |
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man |
With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan |
The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic |
Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic' |
Skull tactic, sporatic, Asiatic, long awaited |
Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated |
You hated us, cuz we immortal on wax |
Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax |
Shillac em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin |
Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I’m boxin |
Professional vets, now comin through vexed |
I’m testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? |
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress |
And Leathaface pressed, next, here to set you |
REC! |
I suggest niggas come To the Rescue |
I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta |
Test the rocket launcher, they’ll get conquered |
By my block sponsers, monster Tonka truck ya |
The whole train conductor |
A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka |
Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds |
Infrared, signin on the Glock, splittin ya head |
Drippin wet from death threat messages I inject |
Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets |
Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin like incense |
Vets broken into the flesh, soakin in ya own mess |
Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets |
Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows |
Holdin ya breath, gaggin for a bit of oxygen |
Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document |
Lockin position, invision, adapt critical condition |
Pitiful you didn’t listen, now we’re spiritual blessin |
Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites |
Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I’m Big Mac and fries |
Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives |
Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside |
In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow |
Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles |
Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin you |
Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin you |
Claim professional, but I never met you |
Son I never forget you |
I slaughter foes when my particles wet you |
To the Rescue |
Professional vets, now comin through vexed |
I’m testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? |
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress |
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you |
REC! |
I suggest niggas come To the Rescue |
Slash hope, raw burnin, freezin thoughts are cold |
Ballistic missle lift off, now one behold |
My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume |
With grief fallin on me in a breeze, the seas partin |
It’s two men awesome, uncanny |
The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny |
Plus four more opponents couldn’t throw me, couldn’t slam me |
I told you before, this is war, it’s radical claw |
Menate the law, practice my ambition |
Understand determination, plus my burnin condition |
Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster |
Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster |
Exotic lens, bionic Timb’s, hardco' organic |
The floor panic when revolvin, Shaolin dodgin |
Potion of my juice, it’s «Houston we have a problem» |
Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred |
The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness |
Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse |
The crash course, the portions of my Porsche |
Divorse it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force |
Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it |
Toss the smokin corpse, seldom sing |
Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin and swarmin |
Vikin style, strikin without warnin a nation |
Standin ovation, rap devastation |
New animation, the scandal |
Bandle the best part, damsel in distress, I’ll bless you |
God damn you! |
To the rescue |
Professional vets, now comin through vexed |
I’m testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? |
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress |
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you |
REC! |
I suggest niggas come To the Rescue |