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lirik lagu wu-tang clan – duck seazon

[intro: raekwon]
scr-pe y’all motherf-ckers, it’s my word
when you see us, when you see us flashin’ and shinin’ and buildin’
and addin’ on, y’all n-ggas just watch, hear me?
only n-ggas we got respect for is the n-ggas we say peace to
hear me? pay attention, put your shoes on

[verse 1: raekwon]
my team be bellyaching hungry n-ggas on the swarm again
piranha n-gga bite d-ck, yo son, it’s on again
what up? he made a move, try to -ssist it
listen kid yo, you was born to be a p-wn but i’m a bishop
back to the novel, yo son, it’s logical
how you figure god? what? flow on the track, flip the obstacle
now my proposal rips the global
from california to courts, it’s over god told taste the soul food
remember baggy jeans, timberlands in november
shorty called me santa in december
but guess what? my wally’s got messed up
autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your rest up
we scr-pe that, land o’ lake that, mazola rap
will get you sent back, represent the gentlemens who bent that
flash medallions like italians, la costra nostra
we moving through your hood like we supposed to
flexing, lexi diamonds hold the settlement
tekitha, bust your gun boo like that bad -ss b-tch in dead presidents
ad on the billboard store, check it now, you get the gold d-ck award
it’s like jail and it’s the sixth floor
test me, floating in the s.e., now let’s see
half of y’all n-ggas built your vine from my stress tree
f-ggots, h0m-s, yo my flavor liver than adobo
stay militant kid, twist ya like bolo
you f-cking idiot, playing with my clan but you be fearing it
fake one, i’m guaranteed to make you take one
please, y’all n-ggas money’s getting low
but could you come back though, set up shop and get the fat glow?
tired of y’all, mostly inspired by y’all
so what the deal now, link up with us or put your shield down, f-ggot

[break: rza and raekwon]
f-ggot, you f-ck around punk (seven fifteen)
we battle for cream n-gga

[verse 2: rza]
you want a pound crab? nah let his hand swing
i ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy -ss rings
no more said, knew your chump -ss was dead
when i saw the .44 reflecting off your shiny forehead
it’s wu-tang n-gga, ain’t nothing changed n-gga
still shame on a n-gga who tried to run game
your version of perversion, f-cking b-tches on persian rugs
washing n-ggas like detergent, it’s the surgeon
slugs propels from bobby steele’s 12 gauge front page daily chronicle reads:
“h-ll up in gotham, take heed and protect your seeds”
you fall like autumn leaves
you lack tranquillity in your rap utilities to f-ck with the abilities
race like a sperm cell to the ovary
microphone post tone like a rotary phone, ancient poems of poetry
old scrolls, explosive head bullets, black hooded, timberland footed ninjas
with ‘full metal jacket’ clips and know how to put it in you
surrender your goods and your merchandise for no purchase price
i’m certainly a heist for your ice and curtains and vice
come quietly, wu-tang clan rules society
because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
and lead them to defy me, diary, ya irie?
i need 18 points on my next joint
this high anointed king to make a deal, i be the one to appoint
steve rifkind must have been sniffing
to catch something so dope it left monica lynch p-ssy dripping
i f-ck hundreds of b-tches and split millions of dollars
and built with thousands of scholars
my life saga from the hill to the harbor, legal ‘caine grind like nicaragua
i gave birth to mcs, thieves and bank robbers
we drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
and my d-ck’s been sucked by the finest lips
fancy delicatessens and the world’s best refreshment
but none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
or my queen and my seed and the home that i rest in
enter my zone get blown in 99 sections

[verse 3: method man]
this rhyme has no limitation, this time there’s no hesitation
collecting minds at the door
you want it n-ggas it’s yours, the flavors raw
what the f-ck you think i’m flowing for? it’s rhyme and reason
bite the bullet n-ggas is fowl and it’s duck season
we at odds till we even motherf-cker
bad -sses, high times, lower cl-sses
taste mine, straight shots in dirty gl-sses
bring it to him, room service, under pressure
and mad nervy, waving guns at the clergy
ticallion, we ain’t worried, keep them sick n-ggas 7-30
picture this, watch the birdy
these b-st-rds is old and dirty with sharp hymns
that be stabbing you, pins and needles, needles and pins
‘nough said, d-ck in your mouth like tempest bled’
as i race track with thoroughbreds, ducking the feds

[verse 4: raekwon]
yo, my ice look fly upon the keyboard son
n-ggas ran up on me lord, praising what we do by the laws
that’s right, exile the fake, hit them n-ggas like weight
feed ’em food, let the fake evaporate
reconstruction, that’s the whole science on my production
y’all n-ggas guess who stuck son, left his nuts hung
switch, finger itch, staring at you like a b-tch
maybe y’all n-ggas snitch
you’s a loner, adidas sh-ll top while i sip a corona
read the robb report, then bone her
buy you some jewels, here’s some food
not necessarily mean to be rude boo, check out the -n-loo
we in the mushrooms, chased the heineken, the custom
baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs
chill, y’all n-ggas know what time it is
james bond beamers behind me on bacardi limon
check out the pitch like nolan ryan, he caught a slug for lying
yeah you was lying, where’s the cash, crying
militia, rolling in position, casa blanca cuban link christian
lex retali’ back whistling, fake f-cks

[outro]
how dare you rebel the wu-tang clan against me. for that you’re gonna die
i may not be the one to stop you but somebody will very soon
also, the wu-tang clan will rise again
there are many of us, all working for the good of the wu-tang
die

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