"Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "You Wu-Tang... "
Yo... here come the enemy
And what stands, and we will take...
For sure, the
Lion of Judah stands within the way
Ready for the voices, to call out the other
Beware of the storm...
Gigantor I'm rippin' this shit to pieces like torn paper
Skeletor The editor, senator of all rap, competitors
Get this job done on the mic quicker than -
Financial or power,
I attack with the sunshower
Get the new pres', the taste of
God's power
Raining for forty days, burning for forty nights
Meteoroligists don't even pick up from the satelline
M.C. Killed by the legendary
G-O-D, as in me
Now rest in peace, six feet beneath, subconsciously
Periodically, and wake up and be somebody
I swam the shores and cause the laws and
I recall The rise and fall, but now see
I walk tall
Never needed a slugger, my rapping's like the mugging
I rough up then tough up,
I leave your shit left for supper
Hush up your busted, you can't be trusted
Give me a break out there, foolin' the puppet
On with the subject, cause
I'm tired of hearing this rubbish
Now get your stinking breath off the mic "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack"
We had 30 years of war, live hardcore
For our souls through the sky, alotta soldiers died
Leaders get starting,
AK's, ASK's
With the magazine that say, real
Leggezin Aiyo, that's what
Of a good well being, man cry in your genes
If you steppin' cleans, enemies gettin' low
Try to make a profit, still
I crimes up for the rise
I bring you little something, keep the streets bumping
Love forever "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack" "You Wu-Tang... "
Who serving us?
The Knights is superb with this
We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shaking like turbulence
The game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it
Give you lames encouragement, just the name get perished quick
Black Knights, we far from good samaritans
Keep the crowd rocking, you keep 'em nodding like *******
You strained from being subtracted, inflicting pain is a habit
Killa Cali mentality, rob & sell drugs for a salary
Niggas can't handle me, bring static like Walkmans
Channel 3
On the M-I-
C, or on the streets leave you like
Can it Be
You got served by my first verse, for living in a fantasy
Yessir, like my nigga Cadillacs
Pharell, for real
Black Knights, we destroy then build
Yeah, I make it all seem so simple
Rock the mic with my quintessential, fundamental
Killing them off,
Christbearer the boss
The young
Rick Ross on the freeway, yeah
I see the rats run the relay
Yeah, the judge, the jury, the prosecutor, the
DEA Yeah,
Christbearer, he say
And he's an
O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be
The freestyle champ, keep it amped
Then, nobody in the camp gets served
When I swerve,
Christbearer the king,
I bring The, fire, the rain,
I touch 'em, insane
So psycho, yeah,
I'm in the
PJ's In the projects,
I go, insane
It be touched, to even bitten, you wack niggas submitting
Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take a choice
Your courage is flattering, but your need couldn't come close
To the Rugged
M-O-N-K, vivid lyrical wordplay
I leave that ass wet like a dolphin, laid in a coffin
Compton's where
I come from, and shit happen's often
What you know about a nigga dying, for natural causes
He got, hit in his neck, now that's natural for flossing
Even my girl say
I'm stuck in my ways
Ever since back in the days, been thugging, dumping with
K's And I'm still at it, still slinging, word to them crack addicts
Still acting, still quick to keep the beef cracking
My dosage of murder is a movie 3000
Miles to Graceland, alotta gun clapping, man
Chicks say
I represents a crime family, nominated for
Grammy's Brooklyn
Zu, up in the casino, chips like
Bingo Flights to
Reno, my team's 'source' like
Benzino You 'supreme', we got 'clientele', more kings in jail
We so dangerous, we don't get bail
Judge wanna, let me rot in the cell
I got to escape like
Alcatraz,
I be on the run like
Ol' Dirty
Bast' With a suitcase full of cash, royalties ever stash
And I got dough from paid shows
Like uptown, and
Tonight at the
Apollo Dre
Street, a tough act to follow, jumped out the
Silverado
The fifty talent, ahh, bullets flying through the air
Brett Favre "Take the sword! "
You should pray that
I climb the ladder, instead of waving the wand
Having to abracadabra, he is no longer with us
I couldn't be any gladder, like the kid on
Chris**as
Who couldn't be any badder, got everything that
I asked for
Including the six shooter, gloves with the hat and mask
And you was giving it up so, no reason to ask
And we be living it up, future, present and past
A bit of pimp in my strut, make it like
I got class
Wine in the wine glass, fine b***h with a fine ass
And her friend too, the evil that men do
Just cause
I got cash, will
I figure I take two
Or maybe three of those, how we treat them hoes "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "You Wu-Tang... "
And ten men save one life and death
That has always been the way of the 108
Dragons
Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
Give your soul back to the church, son, give it back to the lord
Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
Give your soul back to the church, give it back to the lord
Knowledge equal pawns, frontlines, jagged hooks
Gold *****elds, illest crooks for the boldest juks
We eating soul food, cooked good, now what's it shook
It took for one to see the pork without the pieces on it
It takes for one to grab the cross as if it's
Jesus on it
It take for one to see the poor pit with the preacher's on it
And still know that it's all there with the features on it
Like them
Cadillacs with woofers and them tweeters on it
We in stadiums, the floors and the bleachers want it
In high school
I even had my women teachers on it
We keep diamonds in small packets like sunflower seeds
When my glock get a cold, it throws a gunpowder sneeze
Achoo, blow a fever at you non believers
I bet your cornerback won't intercept the receiver
Of this hundred meter bullet, trigger pull back when
I pull it
A quarter inch,
I clear the whole bench,
I clear the whole field
And the building, your boy
Bobby Steels been
I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack, now
Because of it... " "
Take the sword! " "
The sword? " "
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[Intro: kung fu samples] "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "You Wu-Tang... " [Dexter Wiggles:]
Yo... here come the enemy
And what stands, and we will take...
For sure, the
Lion of Judah stands within the way
Ready for the voices, to call out the other
Beware of the storm... [60 Second Assassin:]
Gigantor I'm rippin' this shit to pieces like torn paper
Skeletor The editor, senator of all rap, competitors
Get this job done on the mic quicker than -
Financial or power,
I attack with the sunshower
Get the new pres', the taste of
God's power
Raining for forty days, burning for forty nights
Meteoroligists don't even pick up from the satelline
M.C. Killed by the legendary
G-O-D, as in me
Now rest in peace, six feet beneath, subconsciously
Periodically, and wake up and be somebody
I swam the shores and cause the laws and
I recall The rise and fall, but now see
I walk tall
Never needed a slugger, my rapping's like the mugging
I rough up then tough up,
I leave your shit left for supper
Hush up your busted, you can't be trusted
Give me a break out there, foolin' the puppet
On with the subject, cause
I'm tired of hearing this rubbish
Now get your stinking breath off the mic "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack" [Leggezin Fin rappin' in foreign language] [Leggezin Fin:]
We had 30 years of war, live hardcore
For our souls through the sky, alotta soldiers died
Leaders get starting,
AK's, ASK's
With the magazine that say, real
Leggezin Aiyo, that's what
Of a good well being, man cry in your genes
If you steppin' cleans, enemies gettin' low
Try to make a profit, still
I crimes up for the rise
I bring you little something, keep the streets bumping
Love forever "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack" "You Wu-Tang... " [Crisis:]
Who serving us?
The Knights is superb with this
We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shaking like turbulence
The game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it
Give you lames encouragement, just the name get perished quick
Black Knights, we far from good samaritans
Keep the crowd rocking, you keep 'em nodding like *******
You strained from being subtracted, inflicting pain is a habit
Killa Cali mentality, rob & sell drugs for a salary
Niggas can't handle me, bring static like Walkmans
Channel 3
On the M-I-
C, or on the streets leave you like
Can it Be
You got served by my first verse, for living in a fantasy
Yessir, like my nigga Cadillacs
Pharell, for real
Black Knights, we destroy then build [Christbearer]
Yeah, I make it all seem so simple
Rock the mic with my quintessential, fundamental
Killing them off,
Christbearer the boss
The young
Rick Ross on the freeway, yeah
I see the rats run the relay
Yeah, the judge, the jury, the prosecutor, the
DEA Yeah,
Christbearer, he say
And he's an
O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be
The freestyle champ, keep it amped
Then, nobody in the camp gets served
When I swerve,
Christbearer the king,
I bring The, fire, the rain,
I touch 'em, insane
So psycho, yeah,
I'm in the
PJ's In the projects,
I go, insane [Rugged Monk:]
It be touched, to even bitten, you wack niggas submitting
Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take a choice
Your courage is flattering, but your need couldn't come close
To the Rugged
M-O-N-K, vivid lyrical wordplay
I leave that ass wet like a dolphin, laid in a coffin
Compton's where
I come from, and shit happen's often
What you know about a nigga dying, for natural causes
He got, hit in his neck, now that's natural for flossing
Even my girl say
I'm stuck in my ways
Ever since back in the days, been thugging, dumping with
K's And I'm still at it, still slinging, word to them crack addicts
Still acting, still quick to keep the beef cracking [5 Foot Hyper Sniper:]
My dosage of murder is a movie 3000
Miles to Graceland, alotta gun clapping, man
Chicks say
I represents a crime family, nominated for
Grammy's Brooklyn
Zu, up in the casino, chips like
Bingo Flights to
Reno, my team's 'source' like
Benzino You 'supreme', we got 'clientele', more kings in jail
We so dangerous, we don't get bail
Judge wanna, let me rot in the cell
I got to escape like
Alcatraz,
I be on the run like
Ol' Dirty
Bast' With a suitcase full of cash, royalties ever stash
And I got dough from paid shows
Like uptown, and
Tonight at the
Apollo Dre
Street, a tough act to follow, jumped out the
Silverado
The fifty talent, ahh, bullets flying through the air
Brett Favre "Take the sword! " [Beretta 9:]
You should pray that
I climb the ladder, instead of waving the wand
Having to abracadabra, he is no longer with us
I couldn't be any gladder, like the kid on
Chris**as
Who couldn't be any badder, got everything that
I asked for
Including the six shooter, gloves with the hat and mask
And you was giving it up so, no reason to ask
And we be living it up, future, present and past
A bit of pimp in my strut, make it like
I got class
Wine in the wine glass, fine b***h with a fine ass
And her friend too, the evil that men do
Just cause
I got cash, will
I figure I take two
Or maybe three of those, how we treat them hoes "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "You Wu-Tang... " [Interlude: sample]
And ten men save one life and death
That has always been the way of the 108
Dragons [The Reverend William Burk:]
Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
Give your soul back to the church, son, give it back to the lord
Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
Give your soul back to the church, give it back to the lord
Knowledge equal pawns, frontlines, jagged hooks
Gold *****elds, illest crooks for the boldest juks
We eating soul food, cooked good, now what's it shook
It took for one to see the pork without the pieces on it
It takes for one to grab the cross as if it's
Jesus on it
It take for one to see the poor pit with the preacher's on it
And still know that it's all there with the features on it
Like them
Cadillacs with woofers and them tweeters on it
We in stadiums, the floors and the bleachers want it
In high school
I even had my women teachers on it [RZA:]
We keep diamonds in small packets like sunflower seeds
When my glock get a cold, it throws a gunpowder sneeze
Achoo, blow a fever at you non believers
I bet your cornerback won't intercept the receiver
Of this hundred meter bullet, trigger pull back when
I pull it
A quarter inch,
I clear the whole bench,
I clear the whole field
And the building, your boy
Bobby Steels been
I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack, now
Because of it... " "
Take the sword! " "
The sword? " "
📝
纯歌词版本
"Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "You Wu-Tang... "
Yo... here come the enemy
And what stands, and we will take...
For sure, the
Lion of Judah stands within the way
Ready for the voices, to call out the other
Beware of the storm...
Gigantor I'm rippin' this shit to pieces like torn paper
Skeletor The editor, senator of all rap, competitors
Get this job done on the mic quicker than -
Financial or power,
I attack with the sunshower
Get the new pres', the taste of
God's power
Raining for forty days, burning for forty nights
Meteoroligists don't even pick up from the satelline
M.C. Killed by the legendary
G-O-D, as in me
Now rest in peace, six feet beneath, subconsciously
Periodically, and wake up and be somebody
I swam the shores and cause the laws and
I recall The rise and fall, but now see
I walk tall
Never needed a slugger, my rapping's like the mugging
I rough up then tough up,
I leave your shit left for supper
Hush up your busted, you can't be trusted
Give me a break out there, foolin' the puppet
On with the subject, cause
I'm tired of hearing this rubbish
Now get your stinking breath off the mic "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack"
We had 30 years of war, live hardcore
For our souls through the sky, alotta soldiers died
Leaders get starting,
AK's, ASK's
With the magazine that say, real
Leggezin Aiyo, that's what
Of a good well being, man cry in your genes
If you steppin' cleans, enemies gettin' low
Try to make a profit, still
I crimes up for the rise
I bring you little something, keep the streets bumping
Love forever "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack" "You Wu-Tang... "
Who serving us?
The Knights is superb with this
We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shaking like turbulence
The game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it
Give you lames encouragement, just the name get perished quick
Black Knights, we far from good samaritans
Keep the crowd rocking, you keep 'em nodding like *******
You strained from being subtracted, inflicting pain is a habit
Killa Cali mentality, rob & sell drugs for a salary
Niggas can't handle me, bring static like Walkmans
Channel 3
On the M-I-
C, or on the streets leave you like
Can it Be
You got served by my first verse, for living in a fantasy
Yessir, like my nigga Cadillacs
Pharell, for real
Black Knights, we destroy then build
Yeah, I make it all seem so simple
Rock the mic with my quintessential, fundamental
Killing them off,
Christbearer the boss
The young
Rick Ross on the freeway, yeah
I see the rats run the relay
Yeah, the judge, the jury, the prosecutor, the
DEA Yeah,
Christbearer, he say
And he's an
O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be
The freestyle champ, keep it amped
Then, nobody in the camp gets served
When I swerve,
Christbearer the king,
I bring The, fire, the rain,
I touch 'em, insane
So psycho, yeah,
I'm in the
PJ's In the projects,
I go, insane
It be touched, to even bitten, you wack niggas submitting
Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take a choice
Your courage is flattering, but your need couldn't come close
To the Rugged
M-O-N-K, vivid lyrical wordplay
I leave that ass wet like a dolphin, laid in a coffin
Compton's where
I come from, and shit happen's often
What you know about a nigga dying, for natural causes
He got, hit in his neck, now that's natural for flossing
Even my girl say
I'm stuck in my ways
Ever since back in the days, been thugging, dumping with
K's And I'm still at it, still slinging, word to them crack addicts
Still acting, still quick to keep the beef cracking
My dosage of murder is a movie 3000
Miles to Graceland, alotta gun clapping, man
Chicks say
I represents a crime family, nominated for
Grammy's Brooklyn
Zu, up in the casino, chips like
Bingo Flights to
Reno, my team's 'source' like
Benzino You 'supreme', we got 'clientele', more kings in jail
We so dangerous, we don't get bail
Judge wanna, let me rot in the cell
I got to escape like
Alcatraz,
I be on the run like
Ol' Dirty
Bast' With a suitcase full of cash, royalties ever stash
And I got dough from paid shows
Like uptown, and
Tonight at the
Apollo Dre
Street, a tough act to follow, jumped out the
Silverado
The fifty talent, ahh, bullets flying through the air
Brett Favre "Take the sword! "
You should pray that
I climb the ladder, instead of waving the wand
Having to abracadabra, he is no longer with us
I couldn't be any gladder, like the kid on
Chris**as
Who couldn't be any badder, got everything that
I asked for
Including the six shooter, gloves with the hat and mask
And you was giving it up so, no reason to ask
And we be living it up, future, present and past
A bit of pimp in my strut, make it like
I got class
Wine in the wine glass, fine b***h with a fine ass
And her friend too, the evil that men do
Just cause
I got cash, will
I figure I take two
Or maybe three of those, how we treat them hoes "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "You Wu-Tang... "
And ten men save one life and death
That has always been the way of the 108
Dragons
Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
Give your soul back to the church, son, give it back to the lord
Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
Give your soul back to the church, give it back to the lord
Knowledge equal pawns, frontlines, jagged hooks
Gold *****elds, illest crooks for the boldest juks
We eating soul food, cooked good, now what's it shook
It took for one to see the pork without the pieces on it
It takes for one to grab the cross as if it's
Jesus on it
It take for one to see the poor pit with the preacher's on it
And still know that it's all there with the features on it
Like them
Cadillacs with woofers and them tweeters on it
We in stadiums, the floors and the bleachers want it
In high school
I even had my women teachers on it
We keep diamonds in small packets like sunflower seeds
When my glock get a cold, it throws a gunpowder sneeze
Achoo, blow a fever at you non believers
I bet your cornerback won't intercept the receiver
Of this hundred meter bullet, trigger pull back when
I pull it
A quarter inch,
I clear the whole bench,
I clear the whole field
And the building, your boy
Bobby Steels been
I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack, now
Because of it... " "
Take the sword! " "
The sword? " "
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[Intro: kung fu samples] "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "You Wu-Tang... " [Dexter Wiggles:]
Yo... here come the enemy
And what stands, and we will take...
For sure, the
Lion of Judah stands within the way
Ready for the voices, to call out the other
Beware of the storm... [60 Second Assassin:]
Gigantor I'm rippin' this shit to pieces like torn paper
Skeletor The editor, senator of all rap, competitors
Get this job done on the mic quicker than -
Financial or power,
I attack with the sunshower
Get the new pres', the taste of
God's power
Raining for forty days, burning for forty nights
Meteoroligists don't even pick up from the satelline
M.C. Killed by the legendary
G-O-D, as in me
Now rest in peace, six feet beneath, subconsciously
Periodically, and wake up and be somebody
I swam the shores and cause the laws and
I recall The rise and fall, but now see
I walk tall
Never needed a slugger, my rapping's like the mugging
I rough up then tough up,
I leave your shit left for supper
Hush up your busted, you can't be trusted
Give me a break out there, foolin' the puppet
On with the subject, cause
I'm tired of hearing this rubbish
Now get your stinking breath off the mic "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack" [Leggezin Fin rappin' in foreign language] [Leggezin Fin:]
We had 30 years of war, live hardcore
For our souls through the sky, alotta soldiers died
Leaders get starting,
AK's, ASK's
With the magazine that say, real
Leggezin Aiyo, that's what
Of a good well being, man cry in your genes
If you steppin' cleans, enemies gettin' low
Try to make a profit, still
I crimes up for the rise
I bring you little something, keep the streets bumping
Love forever "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack" "You Wu-Tang... " [Crisis:]
Who serving us?
The Knights is superb with this
We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shaking like turbulence
The game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it
Give you lames encouragement, just the name get perished quick
Black Knights, we far from good samaritans
Keep the crowd rocking, you keep 'em nodding like *******
You strained from being subtracted, inflicting pain is a habit
Killa Cali mentality, rob & sell drugs for a salary
Niggas can't handle me, bring static like Walkmans
Channel 3
On the M-I-
C, or on the streets leave you like
Can it Be
You got served by my first verse, for living in a fantasy
Yessir, like my nigga Cadillacs
Pharell, for real
Black Knights, we destroy then build [Christbearer]
Yeah, I make it all seem so simple
Rock the mic with my quintessential, fundamental
Killing them off,
Christbearer the boss
The young
Rick Ross on the freeway, yeah
I see the rats run the relay
Yeah, the judge, the jury, the prosecutor, the
DEA Yeah,
Christbearer, he say
And he's an
O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be
The freestyle champ, keep it amped
Then, nobody in the camp gets served
When I swerve,
Christbearer the king,
I bring The, fire, the rain,
I touch 'em, insane
So psycho, yeah,
I'm in the
PJ's In the projects,
I go, insane [Rugged Monk:]
It be touched, to even bitten, you wack niggas submitting
Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take a choice
Your courage is flattering, but your need couldn't come close
To the Rugged
M-O-N-K, vivid lyrical wordplay
I leave that ass wet like a dolphin, laid in a coffin
Compton's where
I come from, and shit happen's often
What you know about a nigga dying, for natural causes
He got, hit in his neck, now that's natural for flossing
Even my girl say
I'm stuck in my ways
Ever since back in the days, been thugging, dumping with
K's And I'm still at it, still slinging, word to them crack addicts
Still acting, still quick to keep the beef cracking [5 Foot Hyper Sniper:]
My dosage of murder is a movie 3000
Miles to Graceland, alotta gun clapping, man
Chicks say
I represents a crime family, nominated for
Grammy's Brooklyn
Zu, up in the casino, chips like
Bingo Flights to
Reno, my team's 'source' like
Benzino You 'supreme', we got 'clientele', more kings in jail
We so dangerous, we don't get bail
Judge wanna, let me rot in the cell
I got to escape like
Alcatraz,
I be on the run like
Ol' Dirty
Bast' With a suitcase full of cash, royalties ever stash
And I got dough from paid shows
Like uptown, and
Tonight at the
Apollo Dre
Street, a tough act to follow, jumped out the
Silverado
The fifty talent, ahh, bullets flying through the air
Brett Favre "Take the sword! " [Beretta 9:]
You should pray that
I climb the ladder, instead of waving the wand
Having to abracadabra, he is no longer with us
I couldn't be any gladder, like the kid on
Chris**as
Who couldn't be any badder, got everything that
I asked for
Including the six shooter, gloves with the hat and mask
And you was giving it up so, no reason to ask
And we be living it up, future, present and past
A bit of pimp in my strut, make it like
I got class
Wine in the wine glass, fine b***h with a fine ass
And her friend too, the evil that men do
Just cause
I got cash, will
I figure I take two
Or maybe three of those, how we treat them hoes "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "You Wu-Tang... " [Interlude: sample]
And ten men save one life and death
That has always been the way of the 108
Dragons [The Reverend William Burk:]
Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
Give your soul back to the church, son, give it back to the lord
Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
Give your soul back to the church, give it back to the lord
Knowledge equal pawns, frontlines, jagged hooks
Gold *****elds, illest crooks for the boldest juks
We eating soul food, cooked good, now what's it shook
It took for one to see the pork without the pieces on it
It takes for one to grab the cross as if it's
Jesus on it
It take for one to see the poor pit with the preacher's on it
And still know that it's all there with the features on it
Like them
Cadillacs with woofers and them tweeters on it
We in stadiums, the floors and the bleachers want it
In high school
I even had my women teachers on it [RZA:]
We keep diamonds in small packets like sunflower seeds
When my glock get a cold, it throws a gunpowder sneeze
Achoo, blow a fever at you non believers
I bet your cornerback won't intercept the receiver
Of this hundred meter bullet, trigger pull back when
I pull it
A quarter inch,
I clear the whole bench,
I clear the whole field
And the building, your boy
Bobby Steels been
I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack, now
Because of it... " "
Take the sword! " "
The sword? " "