Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep Watch, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Album song A Better Tomorrow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Keep Watch |
| I ain’t trying to be no D-boy |
| I love music, I’m a b-boy |
| Are you the undercover or the decoy |
| I’m heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy |
| A pit with no muzzle, about to bust your bubble like a keloid |
| Too much marijuana got me p-noid |
| I’m killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy |
| Shout to Lil Cease, B.I.G., boy |
| And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that’s not Leonard Nimoy |
| 88 keys on the keyboard |
| I’m down to catch wreck, take them first three letters out of record |
| It’s Meth, you heard it through the wire I could be more |
| Or washed up like Sonny Black’s body on the seashore |
| That’s a problem, I could be yours |
| A monster without the mad scientist and Igor |
| I’ve heard it before, a third of these boys |
| Got murder raps and never even murdered before |
| Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop |
| Keeping the streets locked |
| I’m calling all G’s from each block, from each block |
| Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks |
| Run these streets out here don’t need cops |
| I’m calling all G’s from each block, from each block |
| Codename Sensei, I live what my pen say |
| Game hall of fame, flow is MJ |
| Muy caliente, je m’apelle Rebel, capiche, comprende? |
| Son I’m touching 'em up, trust I’m like |
| Justin Tuck how they ducking the rush |
| Trying to break bad, you catch a bad break |
| Like I own a bake shop how I stack cakes |
| Greatness was nothing, Deck the next Nike ad Wifey bad and my life got 'em slightly mad |
| Cause I shine like chrome in July |
| Soldier I opened your eyes, noticed the lies |
| DEA say I’m drugging 'em |
| I get you leaning hard, I get the fiends to nod, I mean they loving 'em |
| All hail your highness, terrific win |
| Put a so-called beast in his place, Pacific Rim |
| Foul ass police, crooked ass friends |
| I don’t give a fuck yo, the drama never ends |
| I’m a project nigga, I don’t care about the Benz |
| Plus I had a lot of chicks, you can have those bitches |
| But I murder your bloodclot if you touch my riches |
| Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga |
| Fuck where I come from I’m a quiet gangster nigga |
| First I get you comfortable, then I start shanking niggas |
| Park Hill code is don’t violate the family |
| Brother to brother it’s no snakes in the amnesty |
| I come through wilding on some Wu-Tang Can It Be Googly-eyed nigga, chop his face in the ministry |
| Never scared to do the time, fuck the penitentiary |
| Leave a bunch of dead niggas, don’t forget to mention me The angel of rap, the un-ordinary light |
| Already did what I was gonna do before you even got the mic |
| We left a large solar cloud distinguished by size |
| Interaction with the wise and civilized |
| The mind caused matter to fall into a center |
| A great deal of heat that’ll radiate within ya From out of this collision |
| The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision |
| Each drop full of Hip Hop energy |
| Balanced on all sides such great symmetry |
| The bars unlocked the power of the stars |
| The mirror in the telescope pinpoint the Gods |
| From a distance, acting as a guiding coach |
| Analyze the board, universal approach |
| Retune the soul to a certain pitch |
| Changing the frequency frequently, hitting a certain switch |
| The love is paramount, the connect is brotherly |
| Respect for the intellect and broad discovery |