Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Preservation, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Album song Wu-Tang Meets The Indie Culture, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Preservation |
Yeah… riff raff… |
Uh, Weathermen, Hieroglyphics, what up? |
Ok |
Riff raff, alley, when I boom slang, drip draft |
Venom with a new twang, same swagger, new thang |
Whose gang, a stagger with similar dirty worms |
Who occasionally cluster up the service and observe |
A.R. |
periscope, blast through the terror dome |
Zoo wanna shark attack, clash til the thrill is gone |
Bark back, fresh off the pharmacy, counter doubter pop |
Blame it on the overly, eggy, farming a power crops |
Dark wing when I pioneer deer, croppin' the odds |
With all the proper sparkers and cogs |
I bounce with a seventh sin, equipped with a foul jour moment |
Waiting for that great celebrity towel throwing |
And you niggaz know what time it is, it’s preservation |
The national guard, it’s me and Aesop |
Rock, stopping any operations against the fence |
Del is quick to dispense, with foreign elements |
Back, y’all the anchor attribute to the decay |
Strives who plays, map your route, cause Aesop is absolute |
Del? |
He practice shoot, basket hoops, capture fools with lasso loops |
Hip hop needs two veterans such as us, who ain’t never scared |
To tear it there, hard to tell, vegetarian and aware of it |
Therefore, tearing can take care of it, ok, ok |
I bang on doors, pay rent, lampin' to birth complaints |
Rip flipper, make rap music during commercial breaks |
Starring Galapagos Island, evolution mutant |
Through the one man species, shaking leaches off his Puma’s |
Beach run ashore, on whores, and contaminated play |
Spout try’nna out the older alligator fade away |
Make us stay, please, I chisel the missile gently |
Blast in the wagon, middle finger, condescends me |
Green Earth bum, walk a right plank, he burst one |
But yo, keep the rugged play, I’m never stumped |
Aes' hid the drum, keep paint under his lung, ugly |
Who can know a dog runs more than a rutty puppy |
You better have appreciation for this |
D-E-L, I’m so hungry, man, I’m tastin' the shit |
And the, girl you just replaced an abyss |
And it’s a bitch, just needle action, like an itch |
The only reason why I like to strike it rich |
Is to be able to keep the flow, that’s how deep it go |