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Ich lebe für Hip Hop (...HIP HOP...) "Don't stop"
Ich lebe für Hip Hop (...DON'T STOP) "...Hip Hop"
Ich lebe für Hip Hop (...HIP HOP...) "Don't stop"
Ich lebe für Hip Hop (...DON'T STOP) "...Hip Hop"
Genius/GZA:
Wu-Tang and Graffiti on the wall in Berlin
Clash of the two called the dangerous whirlwind
Rap flow through a life wire, work for hire,
drip plier, put the stronghold on strict attire
Now we multiplied our stength on a worldwide note
thru compact disk, televise live quotes
Clear my throat with the green bought from bulldog
Thick smog, my memory kept it on log
Flyin' thru space like a comet, with DJ Tomekk
Makin' y'all drunk niggaz vomit
Sling it to the Hip Hop junkie
>from country to country
Mic cord swingin' like monkeys
(Refrain)
Curse:
Yo, Ich rap so optisch, nicht mal Kino kann das
Denn viele Fronters sind außen Hahn und innen Puss' wie Lilo Wanders
Ich hab n' Maul, das sich an Mikros anpasst
Mach meine Schnippen, dicke Titten, große Augen wie in vielen Mangas
Lass mich gehen auch ohne Riesenanlass
Steh auf die Frauen Sri Lankas, auch gerne Tangas, doch am liebsten
Blankarsch
Bleib in harten Zeiten ziemlich standhaft
Ihr könnt dissen so viel ihr wollt, doch müsst wissen da bin ich fies
veranlagt
Chill bei Stieber Twins mit Beatz im Anschlag
Curse ist der Typ der nach'm Bad fragt und mit Edding deine Fließen anmalt
Deine Tochter in Gesangskabinen langmacht
auf Grund der sweeten Art noch immer angesagt bei Schwiegermamas
Der vieles anfasst was viele anmacht, der viele brandnarbt
Der vielmehr Verstand hat als Kies auf Bank hat
Der für die Philly Blunt Arzt friedlich ansagt
Das du n' vollkorrekter Chah bist
Nee ehrlich, aber mein Stil ist Standard
Und bis die Muke mir Devisen reinkarrt
Steh ich wie Pik 7 bei Burger King für Pommes auch bei Riesenandrang
Und wenn ein dieser Mann an Mikros rankann
Geht das Licht aus für alle anderen MC's, mann
Yo, peace dann
(Refrain)
Prodigal Sunn:
Up across break Germany, puff a burgundy brown blocks
Kid, we shine from the Apple that rise the battle rock
Mechanical shots, shatter thru a panel of cops
Spread 'em with bates, shell born puncture the face
Chemical gas, we rock from the digital DAT
Material, stereo, universal on wax
Flooded with blacks, I roll with a team with bats
Brooklyn cats, my brothers from the Island of Stat'
Livin Hip-Hop, Wu-Tang Clan, the Sun of Man
We won't stop, the Amsterdam green weed crops
Machinery pops, blood on the scenery, hot
Hip-Hop son, we live for the share in the drop
Luxus Chris:
Yes yes yall, eyo mein Flow beim Pissen erdacht, Wissen ist Macht
Was mich an Deutschland ankotzt
wenn jeder Spast aus Rap ne Wissenschaft macht
Hart wenn dein Papst nach nem harten Tag
und Herzinfarkt im Straßengraben lag aber nicht wieder erwacht
Wahre Feinde dissen dich wenigstens öffentlich
Falsche Freunde öffnen dich und ziehen dich ab
Doch wir planen am Tag, intervenieren bei Nacht
Rasieren deinen Scheißarsch, desinfizieren mit Schnaps manchmal
Läuft's anders rum wie'n Rasenmäher mit Phasendreher
Wenn die zwei Dicken rappen sind auf deinem Jam garantiert die Toiletten
leer
Was, ihr wollt mit Stieber Twins zweimal im Doppelbett, platonisch, ohne
Sex?
Für dich ist Hip Hop bloß n' Modegag
Bist doch bloß am Set weil in dei'm Projekt Kohle steckt
Ich bin der, der Texte schreibt, mein Bruder der der Noten setzt
Und zwischen Heidelberg und Minden geben wir zwei Bodenblech
Zuviel Alkohol im Arsch
Klar, schon sitzt man im Idiotentest
(Refrain: 2x)
Outro: CROWD
Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah
Maintaining, maintaining, you know?
You good, right? Everything proper, still, right?
Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man?
Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on
[Chorus: Method Man]
Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in
All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin
Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do
Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu
[Raekwon]
You know how to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags
Ski masks is on, g-rags
Nigga try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass
You'll learn respect, burst when I ask
Rhyme master busy, Rizzy on the subject
Love Deck, thug buried, drug vest, snub sets, killing the most
Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three boats
Realers is killa, gangsta feel notes
Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information
Vivid vacation, deliberation moments
Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything
Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome
Maxed out, Amex style, my team brand bandits
Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby
Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit
Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill
They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up
Niggas get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef
So watch how the kid turn it up
Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clarkers and busters
Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus
Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work
The trey eight'll blow one of your doujas
When it's mad, he the mad calm, walk around
Gold collect, 36, so before G bomb
My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung
Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong
Forensic file, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bales
Laying niggas like ceramic tile
I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile
Laying niggas in the nuts, nigga, damn I'm foul
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
We blow money, got game, hold it, we pop things
Vote for money, crams in my pocket, Chef cook for me
Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble
I'm a good dude, don't short change me, seen as a hood dude
Beer drinkin', Cuban Linking, new way of thinking
God me thinking up, break the handcuffs, run out the precint
This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock
Then let these niggas go off top
We rock fitted, dropkick it, I lived it and not quit it
I'm pinching, my pops lift it, need business, I'm not finished
I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken
I'm shitting the glow, spitting, if nigga don't stop snitching
Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing
And two divas wit they tops missing
Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be
But I don't want my children to be
[Chorus]
Pe mine mă calmează negativul... Încerc să mă mint că ascultă cineva ceva de-aici. Dacă tot ai intrat, aruncă un ochi. Nu pentru mine, pentru Wu.
Throw ya W's up!
[Cappadonna]
Yo! It's the burial ground sound, Dunn!
It's real out here
Staten Island puttin chills in y'all niggaz
Forever in it.. yo
My devastatin hot '97 Mentality
Keep me on point for my four-digit salary
Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie
I'm soon to be seen, on the TV screen
Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen
Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council
Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil
Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin
Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission
Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze
Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze
Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad
Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage
If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers
My word of mouth it's all real wigs might peel
Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage
Twenty-four diamond government named God
Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill
Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin large
Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down
AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound
Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun
Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground
Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin
Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin
Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin
Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel
Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real
Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores
That's my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours
Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne
Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand
Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin
Defy interactive project Children of the Corn
Gats and my man keep em bustin till he's gone
Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn
'Donna come through everyday my uniform
changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches
Crackhead niggaz get stitches
So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid
Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid
Form another pyramid, look how we slid
All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic
on a twenty dollar bill all in it together
You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean?
[Ghostface]
To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
[repeat 2X]
...
To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
...
To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
...
To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move
Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible
[Verse One: U-God]
Raw I'm gonna give it to you, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains
[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]
Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
is coming through with nuff niggas and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweating, stressing, contesting
you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggas are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver driving, there's no surviving
[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]
Rough like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and you're the Landcruisers out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
Black axe, drug dealing styles in phat stacks
I've only been a good nigga for a minute though
'cause I got to get my props, and win it, yo!
I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth
lampin in a Lexus eating beef
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill niggas fathers
[Chorus: Method Man]
My peoples are you with me, where you at?
In the front, in the back killer-bees on attack
my people are you with me, where you at?
Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
[Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Here I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get this low...
I'm cherry bombing shits... BOOM
Just warming up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappinin is what's happening
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clapping and
At the party when I move my body
Gotta get up, and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff tough
rough, kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes
coming raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop store
Coming to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Hoe getting low with his flow
Introducing, the Ghost..face.. Killer!!
No one could get iller
[Chorus]
[Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]
Speaking of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and you're I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kicking that fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat
and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your eight plus one, start flipping and tripping
Niggas is jetting I'm licking off son
(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!)
[Verse Six: Masta Killa]
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at you
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKING CONTENDER
[Chorus]
