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Deadly Melody歌词-Wu-Tang Clan&Masta Killa&U-GOD&RZA&Method Man&Gza&StreetLife&Gho

Deadly Melody歌词由Wu-Tang Clan&Masta Killa&U-GOD&RZA&Method Man&Gza&StreetLife&Ghostface Killah演唱,出自专辑《Wu-Tang Forever》,下面是《Deadly Melody》完整版歌词!

Deadly Melody歌词

Deadly Melody歌词完整版

Deadly Melody - Wu Tang Clan (武当派)

As we return to the 36 Chambers

The RZA the GZA the Ol Dirty BZA

U-God Chef the Ghostface Killah

And Meth Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure

Don't forget about the Masta yo

Motherf**kers halt when my Colt start stompin'

Thunder strikes your land with a jolt

Your stamina level is low like currents from

The volts of relentless punishment that multiplies

At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry

Peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically

Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded

By this total square mileage of violence that I brung

I've not yet begun to stung it's the ethics

The rigorous training methods of the Abbott

Incite overseas to opposition penetrates then infiltrates

Breakin' down your resistance leavin' competition defenseless

Masta Hip-hop antagonizer

Dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer

Psssh yo pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk

Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke

Minds the trunk punk elephant gun poke

Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip choke

Face the inferno maestro pull it

Pipe hard slang bite the golden bullet

Never sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger

See me on the streets address me stone bringer

Ease away freeze back feedback

Play out in sweet action packed rap

Bite it stomp on a beat

Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas

Wu status now wisdom to the masses

Cock back my tongue like a hammer

My head is like a nickel-plated bammer

Spit forty-five caliber grammar

At the speed of wind makes you bleed within

Crack your skull without penetratin' your skin

Reign of champ official Wu scamp with black pistols

Spent the weekend programmin' fat tracks at Camp Cristal

Home on the range rebel with a pen

Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in

Mista Meth Hot Nickels

Say my sh*t holding my Sex Pistol deal me in

The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya

I ain't gotta life one f**kin' finga

Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer

We duckin' the subpeona

Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

Check the 150 millimeter heater

As it blows holes through your f**kin' speaker

Makin' you weaker creepin' inches centimeters

Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin

That go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same after this one

Ghostrider spit flame lay back and twist one

Recognize the Gods came for one accord

For one mind and one cause that's the sh*t Son

Play them crows out position

You might hear me but you don't listen

Competition come and get some on

Red marker still bleedin' through the paper

Of his sick premeditated murder caper

I walk with the Shaolin strut burn a dutch

Watch Street eat 'em up cold crush bumrush

Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed

Y'all niggaz can't f**k with us

Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin' me

Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street

Stand solar deadly vengeance with a crowbar

It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah so ha lo ha

Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush

Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof holdin' my change

Yo it's ragtime universal 12 Monkey mind

It's like stalkin' through your airport with a chunky nine

The undervolt Staten New York

Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back take 'em to court

It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered

Roadblock shell shocked stretched on a back block

Yo it's warfare when you ring here slugs fly through midair

Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest

Keeps the iron where the head rest for the conquest

Subway wordplay ricochet through your projects crime pays

Matched up in a staircase in a dark place embraced

By the trey-eight I'm in so deep I can't escape

These crime situations I stay in man formation

And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain

P L O slam cats like Bam Bam Bigolo

Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro

I be the great all pro hangin' MC's by they logos

My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno

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