Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song And You Don't Stop, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
And You Don't Stop |
| Yeah, now we’re gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'? |
| Def Jam, knowumsayin'? |
| Niggas like Method Man, Redman |
| Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? |
| Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? |
| I don’t need no introductions, Cat |
| Whuuuuut |
| I’m sittin' in my west, I’m analyzin' thoughts |
| I’m sippin' off a quart that I just had bought |
| I’m thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head |
| I feel assurin' durin', also glad |
| Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won |
| Cuz there’s no one who can fuck wit A-Sun |
| I’m not bein' pushy but I’m born to boss |
| You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course |
| Don’t see the riot, everyone keeps quiet |
| If you don’t believe nigga, get hyper and try it |
| Yes it is me, a total fresh MC |
| Yo, I’m born to be, MC history |
| Rhyming on time because that’s the deal |
| You’re only as fresh as your ass feel |
| Other MC’s, you are bound to fall |
| Cuz your real world is not a world at all |
| Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster |
| Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher |
| Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin' |
| Techique too deadly |
| Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long |
| Let’s get it on, heavy chow broke, it’s not 'bout |
| Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again |
| When yu catch the second wind, I’ll break you in |
| Approach the mic slow, it’s about to blow |
| One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement |
| Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke |
| Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork |
| He’s too defensive, too mean, you didn’t, now it’s a scene |
| These cats over here got glock holdin' him down |
| These niggas scheming, I’m seeing everything |
| Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my |
| Agent high told best friend of the wine |
| Still drunk offa cheap wine |
| Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine |
| Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine |
| Swine nigga’s come as hard as a pork rind |
| Can you dig it? |
| Only five percent live it |
| While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it |
| Now fuck around |
| Down wit the All In Together Now Crew |
| The GZA, the RZA, me of course too |
| The thing I’m analyzing is strickly Hip Hop |
| That’s what’s made, well made is on my workshop |
| You was unable plus earn advance |
| Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance |
| They’re sayin' of the utmost, truly I’m the utmost |
| Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost |
| Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype |
| Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics |
| I became a wrecker through my amplifier |
| Break it down base, treble through my dancer |
| That’s one new dance, it’s to my Black Magic music |
| It’s not classic, arabic, or basic |
| It’s strickly thickly, dirty and districkly |
| If not don’t you pick me and forget me |