Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seen A Lot Of Things, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Date of issue: 16.05.2019
Song language: English
Seen A Lot Of Things |
| Thoughts forced to hang-glide |
| Even a bird can hear it |
| A bald head with gold metal wings |
| Look like it belong in a day |
| The coming of Christ |
| Worshippin' the Elohim |
| That’s the way I wear shades like CeeLo Green |
| It’s darker than Don Cheadle |
| We’re mean like his deleted scene |
| The prognosis, divine opus |
| Artistic third eye open, it leave you stuck in a psychosis |
| Or the haemo-tosis |
| Spit venom like a African cobra in the jungle |
| Knowin' my tongue is vulgar |
| I raise the Wu flag when they scream for glory |
| The clouds open, a beam of light, you hear my story |
| Custom-made scrolls, handwritten in coffee |
| And feather-tip pens one of the prophets brought me |
| And that explains why I spin on the axis |
| Born original, so my mind fades to blackness |
| Seen a lot of things, don’t talk about it |
| I can’t live without my faith, so I don’t walk without it |
| God, I know you led us to do better on this road |
| On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Seen a lot of things, don’t talk about it |
| I can’t live without my faith, so I don’t walk without it |
| God, I know you led us to do better on this road |
| On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Pledge music, we came up from bringin' out club music |
| Acoustic jungle rap gave us all this project music |
| Blood in it, plug niggas get you mugged in it |
| Steel with steel, I’m finally out the drug business |
| Kneel proper for me, helicopter base, sage in it |
| Lessons from professors on stage winnin' |
| Nine swords, 36 Chambers |
| It’s like a chess board, keep slidin' |
| Opponents get flamed on it |
| Trainin' poems, been the Game of Thrones |
| We been raised and grown |
| These young boys come through, spray your home |
| Facts, they gave me the ax, now lay it on me |
| Criminals have to eat, it’s facts, shorty |
| You’re damn right I go the square miles |
| We’re from the stairs, thousands of pens could hear us from the rare sounds |
| Yeah, the Phoenix comin', ten Arabian Staten-adians |
| Who hooded up, known to get it bouncin' |
| Seen a lot of things, don’t talk about it |
| I can’t live without my faith, so I don’t walk without it |
| God, I know you led us to do better on this road |
| On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Seen a lot of things, don’t talk about it |
| I can’t live without my faith, so I don’t walk without it |
| God, I know you led us to do better on this road |
| On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Seen a lot of things |
| I can’t live without my faith |
| God, I know you led us to do better on this road |
| On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |