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Wu-Tang Clan - Reunited (Explicit Version)

Reunited
Wu-Tang Clan
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[Ms. Roxy:]
It's Wu, mothafuckas, Wu-Tang, mothafuckas!
It's Wu, mothafuckas, a Wu-Tang, mothafuckas!
It's Wu, mothafuckas, a Wu-Tang, mothafuckas!
It's Wu!

[Verse 1: GZA]
Reunited, double LP, world excited,
Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
From metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth,
Wicked niggas come, try to burglarize the turf.
Scattin' off soft-ass beats, them niggas rap happily,
Tragically, that style deteriorate rapidly,
Uncompleted missions, throwin' your best known compositions,
You couldn't add it up if you mastered addition.
Where I come from, gettin' visuals is habitual,
You're more safe walkin' on hot coals in rituals,
I splash the paint on the wall, formed a mural,
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it was plural.
Rhymin' while impaired, dart hit your garment,
Pierced your internal streamlined compartments,
Just consider the unparalleled advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage.

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Bitch ass niggas counterfeit the funk.
I smoke the bead of the skunk, tree top of the trunk,
Moonshine drunken monk, your head get shrunk,
Your treasure sunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk!
My name Black, you worms wanna play in my dirt,
Bitch, stop, my momma serve free lunch from the church,
I cum like a thousand doves,
Bitch, you quiet at the bus, makin' no fuss, I gots tough love!
Unglove the noose, watch a nigga transfuse,
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze,
I don't walk, I get carried,
Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall lookin' properly
But comely, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers,
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
My grandfather, stepped up and get knocked right the fuck out,
Come to the cookout, dirty bitch at the mouth,
You scared, run around like a plane about to crash!

[Ms. Roxy:]
Wu-Tang, mothafuckas!
Wu-Tang, mothafuckas!
Yeah, and RZA.

[Verse 3: RZA]
The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula,
Bigger dick sex enigma, pistil fertilize your stigma,
Stinkbox order from Pink Dot,
MC's get stuck on ink blots, air sound plug to the sinkbox.
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewarp,
Talk strange like Björk, great hero, Jim Thorpe,
How can I put it, life is like video footage,
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it.
Too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
Attack when you least notice through explosive postage.
I don't play, the rap souffle sautee for the day,
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A Leg Leg Arm Head!
Spread like plague, we drink Hennessy by the keg,
I got the golden egg, plus the goose,
Eighty proof Absolut mixed with cranberry fruit juice.
Ginseng boost, I got your neck in a noose,
Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle, killer instinct,
Sixteen bar nickel sell more copies than Kinko,
Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us,
And we return like Jesus when the whole world need us.

[Verse 4: Method Man]
Is it appetite for destruction? Slap a murder rap on this production,
I touch something, trust nothing,
Iron Lung, twisted metal,
I see 'em duckin' my dart gun, bustin' from every angle,
Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
That be codenamed Agent Orange killin' you slow.
It's only right you pay homage to those
That's 'bout to blow like that shit up your nose,
Solid as a rock when I strike target verbal,
Be screamin' on you like a drill sergeant, herbals
Got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time,
Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine.
Drunk off of cheap wine, each line be on point when I speak mine,
On behalf of my crew, soo! Enter the Wu,
Thirty-six more deadly chambers to take you through.

[Ms. Roxy:]
It's Wu, mothafuckas!
Wu-Tang, mothafuckas!
And RZA.

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