lirik lagu chase a - home ('windy) (intro) (remix)
[intro: kanye west & logic]
i wanna tell you a story about it’s like a love story ‘kinda hurts ‘though…
‘en ‘garde, i’ll let you try my wu tang style, i’d like to try your wu~tang style, let’s begin, ‘then shaolin shadowboxing and the wu~tang sword style (wu~tang, wu~tang, wu~tang, wu~tang!)
if what you say is true, the shaolin and the wu tang could be dangerous (yeah, yeah, wu~tang, wu~tang, wu~tang, wu~tang!)
do you think your wu tang sword can defeat me? (ayo, uh)
[chorus ‘ad~libs interlude 1: john legend & kanye west]
go ahead, roll it up and pass it ’round, ’cause lately’s been a whole lot of bullsh~t goin’ down’, okay, a lot of soldiers ain’t make it through this year, right
so let’s just celebrate that we still here, and… whoa, never leave me alonе, tell ’em holla at ya boy, ’cause i’ll bе comin’ home, i’ll be comin’ home, yeah
never leave me alone, yeah, tell ’em holla at ya boy ’cause i’ll be comin’ home
i’ll be comin’—… 1st of all, my name is kanye to the—… i just wanna tell my story to all y’all, i just wanna see if~~if.. you can figure out what i’m talkin’ ’bout, okay, and~and what?
whoa, never leave me alone, tell ’em holla at ya boy, ’cause i’ll be comin’ home
i’ll be comin’ home, never leave me alone, yeah, tell ’em holla at ya boy, ’cause i’ll be comin’ home, i’ll be comin’—… i’ll be comin’ home, when i get there, i’ll put my arms around ya and hold ya…
hey, i love you, godd~mn, i love you, i love–i miss you, uh~hey, i’ll be comin’ home, ‘chi~town, i miss you, i love you, uh~hey, yea~eahh!
[verse 1: kanye west]
my homie called me like, “what’s up, man?”, not from florida, but what up, ‘fam, it’s been a whole lot of hatin’ again and if they hatin’ on me, d~mn, what’s up ‘then?
i met this girl when i was 3 years old and what i loved most, she had so much soul
she said: “excuse me, little homie, i know you don’t know me, but, uh, my name is windy and, yo, i like to blow trees” and from that point, i’d never blow her off
n~ggas come from out of town, i like to show her off, ‘they like to act tough, she like to toe ’em off and make ’em straighten up they hat ’cause she know they soft and when i grew up, she told me how to go downtown and at nighttime, her face lit up, so astound–in’
i told her in my heart is where she’ll always ‘be, she never mess with entertainers ’cause they always leave
she said: “it felt like they walked and drove on me, ‘knew i was gang affiliated, got on tv and told on me”
i guess that’s why last winter she got so cold on me, she said: ”uh, ‘ye, keep makin’ that platinum and gold for me!”, but if you really cared for her
‘then you wouldn’t’ve never hit the airport ro follow your dreams, sometimes i still talk to her, but when i talk to her, it always seems like she talkin’ ’bout me
she said: “you left your kids, and they just like you, they wanna rap and make soul beats, just like you, but they just not you” and i just got ‘through
talkin’ ’bout what n~ggas’s tryin’ to do just not new, now everybody got the game figured out all wrong
i guess you never know what you got ’til it’s gone, i guess it’s why i’m here and i can’t come back home and guess when i heard that?
when i was back home, any interview, i’m representin’ you, makin’ you proud
shoot for the stars, so if you fall, you land on a cloud, jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave ’em around, if you don’t know by now, i’m talkin’ ’bout ‘chi~town…
[verse 2: ‘logic]
ayo, wu~tang forever, who rhyme better, we too clever, the boom bap’s back, harder ‘than ever?
r.i.p. o.d.b, comin’ through like k!lla bee, ever since i heard enter the 36 in ’93
you cannot defeat my ‘wu~tang style, i leave ’em all dismembered, f~ck a mumble rap, that sh~t won’t never be remembered
not even a contender, no, pretender, best surrender
my agenda is k!llin’ sh~t, they feelin’ this (‘sinatra, wu~tang, wu~tang, wu~tang, wu~tang!)
yeah, we live and thorough, assassinatin’ every single motherf~ckin’ ‘borough from staten to brooklyn to queens, the bronx and harlem
all the way to maryland, yeah, we comin’ for all ’em, bobby tarantino to the digital
my sh~t is pivotal, smokin’ chronic, no medicinal, who you know assemble the clan like voltron, ”the 1 and only logic”, ”the god, the ‘don”, i’m gone!
[verse 3: ghostface ‘k!llah]
ayo, logic, what’s up, we gon’ let these motherf~ckers try this wu~tang style, yo, yo, yo, yo, ([~kaboom!~)]
guess who stepped in the room, it’s ghostface, gold plates, old truths, more cake!
intelligent brothers with nine hoods, movin’ snowflakes, guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase
push weight, this colgate, tre~eights and old~gates, exfoliate those we most hate, we don’t associate
we wear robes that you can’t even pr~nunciate, we eat foods where you can’t even pr~nounce you ate
crib’s where the floor just rises up and rotates, locations low~key, can’t even locate
twin ‘nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmates, team makin’ us so much cream, we bought gold plates…
[verse 4: raekwon]
yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades, it gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge
57 mb, yo, metallic green, seats is piped off, seize ’em old tracks, unite through ’em, the kitchen is my palace, get your dance on
while we just levitate with trees, get your branch on’, i’m known to wil’ out, put the cams on
jewels down, the sets dip, my gems got grams on a specialist when i’m bakin’…
rhymes be comin’ out, we makin’, we challengin’ these chumps for lump’s, here’s the statement, stop hatin’, the crew is all about gettin’ this cake in’, you know about me, you relatin’…
how can i love somebody else, if i can’t love myself enough to know?
when it’s time, time to let go, sing, i don’t wanna have to worry about nothin’ no more
said i wanna be, said i wanna be, said i wanna be, said i wanna be, if it’s alright with you
i mean, it’ll be alright with me, won’t you help me sing, just help me sing, yeah…?
[verse 5: rza]
uh, the enigma, the stigmas that the rza and the gza, both lyrical prolific, fixtures of rap scriptures
mixtures of hipsters, weed smokers, and beer drinkers, prince and the pauper, spiritual clear~thinkers
cake in the oven, superbad like mclovin, huggin’ all four boroughs, puffin’ herb with my cousin
academically speaking, rap vocabulary’s weakenin’, i felt it comin’ like the weeknd when these starboys start tweakin’
sporadic pill~poppin’ of oxycontin’, ‘iii~gotten s~xual intercourse make shorty wop feel rotten
uh, the travesty~tapestry of microphone mastery has been refuted diluted, broken down to a catastrophe
uh, but cat’s still get the trophy, hit y’all with that: “okie~dokie!”, burt reynolds, bandit, god~d~mn it!
where the f~ck is smokey bear when you need one, i got a light~beam gun’?
i’ll blast a hole in your chest that you can’t bleed from, but you’ll die through iniquity, plus stupidity of that trickery
my verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity, you can never get rid of me, step back and consider me, wu~k!lla bee, but i’m not big on bigotry…
[verse 6: method man]
old school on this track, i feel invincible, this new school ain’t really got rules and lack the principles
i got more clowns than the motown, they puttin’ critical, the gun, smokey robinson, you need a miracle
go back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical, when 9 out of 10 of his friends used to be criminal
uh, the stats, homie, all these k!llers usin’ subliminals, y’all don’t even smile in your pictures, you dudes is miserable
‘witty unpredictable torture over your physical, struggle bar, used to pour water over the cereal
another bar, reppin’ my squad, not individual, vbut one nation under god, that’s indivisible
my time critical, hands off i’m digital, me and my ladybug, back when the planet was digable
i’m cool like that, my cash rule like that, i’m classic, patti labelle, voulez vous like that, come on!
[verse 7: inspectah deck]
it’s only logic, we got ’em mobbin’ in the mosh pit, 5th brother, ins hotter than the tropics
uh, the hot sh~t i drop quick, major player, watch my stock~lift…
razor~blade sharpness regardless to whom or what, sound~boy, turn that music up
naysayer, you ain’t even got a clue what’s up, deadly melody, the sickness, the remedy?
everything circulate back around eventually, ‘witty unpredictable, talent all~natural
game, wu tang pumpin’ through your vein’s, 25 years, still more of the same
uh, the flow like water with the boilin’ flame, ins, your highness, they callin’ my name
boy, i wet the scene similar to fallin’ rain in our own lane, y’all soundin’ all the same, tell ’em wu~tang is on your brain’…
[verse 8: ‘cappadonna]
survival of the fittest ‘be cold days with no money, they don’t want me with stacks, they better take it from me
you know the currency gone soon as you break a ’20, so i ain’t down if you ain’t talkin’ that band language
dear lord, i’m tryna buy me a train with it, an airplane, see me flyin’ to ‘spain with it
uh, but the money don’t make me, and i ain’t gonna change with it, i’m in’ the hood, lookin’ good, the way i ‘came with it
do it for the c’s, they understood the game with it, we gave birth when we understood the pain with it
when we create wars, everybody is a g~ngb~nger, we k!llin’ each other, but we all got the same anger
never go against the grain, homie, that’s hateful, another day in the life for us to ‘be grateful
spread love, homie, yeah, get a plateful, it’s better to stay full, so let’s make moves
i know your momma told you that i was a great ‘dud, these dirty~ass cops, they k!ll and rape you on some jason sh~t, might crystal in the lake you, what, what, what, they might crystal in the lake you? (wu~tang, wu~tang, wu~tang, wu~tang!)
w.t.c., uh~huh, the faculty (wu~tang, wu~tang, wu~tang, wu~tang!)
i ain’t nothin’ goin’ on, don’t nothin’ move, n0body slide, n0body get hurt…
[verse 9: jackpot scotty wotty]
boom~bap blast’ll blow your sleeves off, our ‘flashback jack’s are somethin’ to feed off…
smoke and roast ‘ya, the number~9 potion, pull that sh~t, son, we open the ocean, who gives a f~ck who’s snortin’ and drinkin’ and smokin’…?
you get k!lled for jokin’, everybody’s hoppin’, that’s another level of emotion, food stamps, n~ggas doin’ grocery, the police wanna ‘grope me…
‘perp walk, then n~gga street~talk, we bury the n~ggas in sea salt, ‘carry the torch where i leave off…
i’m givin’ b~tches somethin’ to breathe ‘on, i r.i.p. off a shoulder to lean ‘on…
it’s fair game, it’s ‘2 in a lane, she took ‘2 trains and none of my rhymes is ‘2 and the same, uh, n~gga, i get cooked on a open flame, i’m a hillbilly a park hill~’trained…
[verse 10: u~god]
check it, uh, my ‘rhyme start’s riot’s in the mountains, 36 million and countin’, uh, the harder they ‘come, uh, the harder i go, ‘loosen up my arms, can i get comfortable?
stay on my tip~toes, old~school wu~beat, this is a flip~phone, dude, your slips showin’, where i come from it stays snowin’, the grammar is raw, i’m slammin’ the door, beez~bang~bong in your jaw, i hit ’em in the head with the hammer of ‘thor…
stars and bars, makes me a general, anythin’ less, makes me a criminal, i gotta dig deep for these ‘wu~tang minerals, who put a wu~n~gga on this track?
still smell like overseas, ripped jeans, the smoke right, so high, off the edible green, while they sipping the ‘lean and it’s wu, a lot of copies up dirty like ‘zu!
[verse 11: masta k!lla]
g~o~d, shadowbox with the l~o~g~i~c on the coun’t of 3, wu~tang
1st, master your breathin’, i’m mental ass~whoopin’, i’m teachin’ when i’m speakin’
i’m a champion from brooklyn, i’m movin’ super~ninjas and shaolin executioners
avenger, a righteous defender, grandmaster from the 36th chamber
‘toad style is mentally strong, so strengthen your arms to hold my microphone you need iron palms
remain calm, jamel irief, wise chief, wu~tang poison clansman from the east, yeah
machine~gun c~cked, the ammunition cut tree from root, here’s the blueprint
‘given by the masta for you all, spider coming down the wall, this is called
smash your guitar, break the glass behind the bar for the well~woven, silk line chosen few that ‘came to the people as the people straight from the grain
watch it rain acid, the fans must ‘be on, turn coke, cut tongue from ‘throat…
[verse 12: gza]
enter a world of a universal mind of 1 kind, a thick swarm of words that’s expressed in one rhyme
food for thought, impossible sliders with the seasonin’, regardless, i speak logic, clear reasonin’…
uh, the uncivilized, get the mineral lines, ‘quartz, self~directed, calculated, controlled thoughts
uh, a point~of~view of the thinkers, monumental architecture, amazing as the incas (‘sinatra)
‘mic trippin’ from rock skippin’ off the local brooks, i blaze 1 ‘once i strike the match off my bomber
bobby said: “f~ck spendin’ 5ty on a ‘whip, buy a equip” and k!ll spies on the wall as still flies, all dies!, uh~huh!
[verse 13: chase a]
i’ll put the .m.i.c. here, nah, it’s cool, i guess—… i got the mic here, man, let’s go! (go~go~go~go~go~go~go~go…)
all i ever really needed was a reason, reason to fall, all i ever really needed were the right words to say
come on, come on, come on, all the shine, i ‘dunna that with it so many times, i got overtime
they say i’m out of my mind after too many lines i got to make too after many nights
too many times i was and too many times i was right, i ‘came up from a fight, i might’ve lost a fight, i covered in all the hype, they said i didn’t write, they said i wasn’t right
i had to fall, i had to make that from the right and wrongs, this n~ggas, they tell me i’m right and wrong
that n~ggas, they haters because i~i just stuttered, man, look like i clucked it, like f~ck it, come on, man, let’s go!
[verse 14: ol’ dirty b~st~rd]
1, 2, 1, 2, this how we do it from brooklyn, all the n~ggas in the party, well, party along with me
sing the song, sing the song with me, give me that!
la~la~la~lady, tell me why, tell me so, i ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
brothers always playin’ with the microphone, when it blows up in your face, you leave it alone
you couldn’t touch, this style is too much, it’s the rhymer, i don’t give a crippled crab crutch about any n~gga or n~ggerette
i get burned to the ground, feel like a cigarette, ‘straight up and down, i get dirty to the ground
rhymin’ get me paid mad bread by the pound, ‘shout~out to my crew, tight as a belt, y’all ‘go by the name big a from the shelter
awww… i don’t want to f~ck you, you can’t even sing, you have to sing or somethin’ to get some p~ssy!
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