Clan Wu-tang And You Don`t Stop Lyrics

And You Don`t Stop Lyrics

Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?  

 Def Jam, knowumsayin'?  

 Niggas like Method Man, Redman  

 Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?  

 Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?  

 I don't need no introductions, Cat  

 Whuuuuut  

  

 I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts  

 I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought  

 I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head  

 I feel assurin' durin', also glad  

 Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won  

 Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun  

 I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss  

 You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course  

 Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet  

 If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it  

 Yes it is me, a total fresh MC  

 Yo, I'm born to be, MC history  

 Rhyming on time because that's the deal  

 You're only as fresh as your ass feel  

 Other MC's, you are bound to fall  

 Cuz your real world is not a world at all  

  

 1 - Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster  

 Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher  

 Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'  

 Techique too deadly  

 Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long  

 Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout  

 Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again  

 When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in  

  

 Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow  

 One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement  

 Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke  

 Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork  

 He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene  

 These cats over here got glock holdin' him down  

 These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything  

 Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my  

 Agent high told best friend of the wine  

  

 Still drunk offa cheap wine  

 Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine  

 Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine  

 Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind  

 Can you dig it? Only five percent live it  

 While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it  

 Now fuck around  

  

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 Down wit the all and together down crew  

 The jizza, the rizza, me of course too  

 The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop  

 That's what's made, well made is on my workshop  

 You was unable plus earn advance  

 Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance  

 They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost  

 Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost  

 Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype  

 Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics  

 I became a wrecker through my amplifier  

 Break it down base, treble through my dancer  

 That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music  

 It's not classic, arabic, or basic  

 It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly  

 If not don't you pick me and forget me  

  

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