Lirik Lagu Reunited - Wu-Tang Clan
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Intro: Roxanne
It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)It's Wu, ah goin on
Verse One: The Genius/GZA
Reunited, double LP, we're all excitedStruck a match to the underground, industry ignitedfrom metaphorical parables to fertilize the EarthWicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turfScattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happilyTragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidlyUncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositionsYou couldn't add it up, if you mastered additionWhere I come from, gettin visual is habitualDe-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in ritualsI splash the paint on the wall, it formed the muralHe took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was pluralRhymin while impaired, dart hit your garmentPierced your internal, streamlined compartmentsJust consider the unparallel advantageOf a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus
Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funkI smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunkMoonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunkThe touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunkmy name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the churchI come like a thousand dovesBitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough loveUnglove the news, watch a nigga transfuseDirty add to the fuse, heavy at the boozeI don't walk, I get carriedGold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properlybut come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright BrothersThe Indian that sold Manhattan to the white manmy grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck outCome to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouthYou scared? Run around like a plane about to crash
*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*
[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X)Yeah... and RZA
Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/RZA
Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak CaligulaBigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigmaStinkbox, order from pink dotMC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkboxWu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalkTalk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim ThorpeHow can I put it? Life is like video footageHard to edit, directors, that never understood itI'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosageattack when you least notice through explosive postageI don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the dayRuler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm HeadSpread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jigI got the golden egg plus the gooseEighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juiceGinseng boost, I got yo' neck in a nooseKeep my money rico, the rap star twinkle killer instinctsixteen bar nickle sell more copies than KinkoGrow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete usand we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us
Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung
Is it appetite for destructionSlap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttinIron Lung/Twisted MetalI see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angleWorldwide total carnage, the sickest flowthat be code named Agent Orange, killin you slowIt's only right you pay homageto those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solidas a rock when I strike target, ver-balBe screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-balsgot me where I wanna be right now, don't know the timeCheck the hour on your sundial, watch me shineDrunk off of cheap wineEach line be on point when I speak mineOn behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, and to the WuThirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through
Outro: Roxanne
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X)
*violins play on for a while*
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X)Yeahhh, Wu-TannnnnngWu-Tannnnnnnng
[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii[Roxanne] And RZA...
It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)It's Wu, ah goin on
Verse One: The Genius/GZA
Reunited, double LP, we're all excitedStruck a match to the underground, industry ignitedfrom metaphorical parables to fertilize the EarthWicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turfScattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happilyTragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidlyUncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositionsYou couldn't add it up, if you mastered additionWhere I come from, gettin visual is habitualDe-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in ritualsI splash the paint on the wall, it formed the muralHe took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was pluralRhymin while impaired, dart hit your garmentPierced your internal, streamlined compartmentsJust consider the unparallel advantageOf a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus
Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funkI smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunkMoonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunkThe touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunkmy name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the churchI come like a thousand dovesBitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough loveUnglove the news, watch a nigga transfuseDirty add to the fuse, heavy at the boozeI don't walk, I get carriedGold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properlybut come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright BrothersThe Indian that sold Manhattan to the white manmy grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck outCome to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouthYou scared? Run around like a plane about to crash
*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*
[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X)Yeah... and RZA
Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/RZA
Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak CaligulaBigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigmaStinkbox, order from pink dotMC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkboxWu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalkTalk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim ThorpeHow can I put it? Life is like video footageHard to edit, directors, that never understood itI'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosageattack when you least notice through explosive postageI don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the dayRuler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm HeadSpread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jigI got the golden egg plus the gooseEighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juiceGinseng boost, I got yo' neck in a nooseKeep my money rico, the rap star twinkle killer instinctsixteen bar nickle sell more copies than KinkoGrow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete usand we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us
Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung
Is it appetite for destructionSlap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttinIron Lung/Twisted MetalI see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angleWorldwide total carnage, the sickest flowthat be code named Agent Orange, killin you slowIt's only right you pay homageto those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solidas a rock when I strike target, ver-balBe screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-balsgot me where I wanna be right now, don't know the timeCheck the hour on your sundial, watch me shineDrunk off of cheap wineEach line be on point when I speak mineOn behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, and to the WuThirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through
Outro: Roxanne
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X)
*violins play on for a while*
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X)Yeahhh, Wu-TannnnnngWu-Tannnnnnnng
[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii[Roxanne] And RZA...
