Lirik Lagu Fatal Sting - Wu-Tang Clan
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Verse 1:
In the battle fields mics collide like sword fightsGet stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black KnightWho pierce strikes like vicious snakes, rhymes elevateNiggaz get sniped watch me annihilateThe Gods got me eating off a fine dinner platesWith this rap shit told me don't procrastinateWest Coast lyricist, Killa Bee clique we swarm thickSpit the written like scriptsNo but fully loaded throw darts and make it hit, the targetPardon, me as I keep on starting, mo' shitFeel the wrath with these raw hits from MathYou don't stand a chance, you can't top it we too advance
Verse 2:
Sharp shooter with the greatest accuracyBlast it rapidly, If those attacking me are after meYou never capture me, it's sad to see niggaz testing meYou meet your destiny can't get next to meThe best of me you know the recipeThe cut-throat making blood soak from the gun-smokeHave you gasping for oxygenThen pops you with the glocks againDrop 'em in with the street life, the street typeWe snipe, artificial niggaz under street lightsStreet fights transform into wars with firearmsBullets storm niggaz start to swarm like rise onDying on the same blocks when they exchange rocksAnd hand cops flamed rocksYear after year up in the same spotTotal madness synergy in city streetsBattle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the darkside
Black KnightsYo,yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Verse 3:
The microphone magnificentBurning hot like syphilisHit your dish drink from distancesBombin' leave no witnessesThe street division kid from the,Home of the wastelandStyles bionic, sounds blow holes through your basementFace it for the Black Knights there's no replacementYou're basic, kid put this in your mouth so you can taste itThese ancient rhymes are lethalWhen manifested bring wrath of bloody vengeanceto suckers that second guessed itConfess it I
In the battle fields mics collide like sword fightsGet stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black KnightWho pierce strikes like vicious snakes, rhymes elevateNiggaz get sniped watch me annihilateThe Gods got me eating off a fine dinner platesWith this rap shit told me don't procrastinateWest Coast lyricist, Killa Bee clique we swarm thickSpit the written like scriptsNo but fully loaded throw darts and make it hit, the targetPardon, me as I keep on starting, mo' shitFeel the wrath with these raw hits from MathYou don't stand a chance, you can't top it we too advance
Verse 2:
Sharp shooter with the greatest accuracyBlast it rapidly, If those attacking me are after meYou never capture me, it's sad to see niggaz testing meYou meet your destiny can't get next to meThe best of me you know the recipeThe cut-throat making blood soak from the gun-smokeHave you gasping for oxygenThen pops you with the glocks againDrop 'em in with the street life, the street typeWe snipe, artificial niggaz under street lightsStreet fights transform into wars with firearmsBullets storm niggaz start to swarm like rise onDying on the same blocks when they exchange rocksAnd hand cops flamed rocksYear after year up in the same spotTotal madness synergy in city streetsBattle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the darkside
Black KnightsYo,yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Verse 3:
The microphone magnificentBurning hot like syphilisHit your dish drink from distancesBombin' leave no witnessesThe street division kid from the,Home of the wastelandStyles bionic, sounds blow holes through your basementFace it for the Black Knights there's no replacementYou're basic, kid put this in your mouth so you can taste itThese ancient rhymes are lethalWhen manifested bring wrath of bloody vengeanceto suckers that second guessed itConfess it I
