Clan Wu-tang Bells Of War Lyrics

Bells Of War Lyrics

Verse One: U-God







 Yeah, yo



 Give me the cue



 Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function



 The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed



 Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas



 Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling



 Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them



 Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm



 Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture



 Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures



 When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance



 Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance



 Words seem to zing on down to Bejing



 When we touch down you crown renowned kings







 Verse two: Method Man







 There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical



 Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men



 But not these, we profound hardcore sound



 To MC's thumbs down, prepare



 Killa bees it be warfare, this the year



 Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square



 If we go there we go gritty



 And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor



 My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs



 The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare



 Ask yourself can you compare



 to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode



 or he be gone, yeah



 The struggle goes on, you've been warned



 P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs



 Must we drop in the Ninety-Now



 Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical







 Verse Three: RZA







 You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding



 Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting



 You gots to be kidding, yo







 It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense



 I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance



 Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds



 Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above



 MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble



 Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals



 Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions



 Wack MC's only lasted one season



 The morale was low at the corral



 Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our



 aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah



 All that other bullshit ain't permissable



 Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual



 Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible



 illegible, every egg ain't edible



 My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole



 Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier



 Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper



 Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia



 and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang







 Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon







 The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall



 Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin



 We came to punish the glutton with a substance



 That can't be contained, Wu-Tang







 Motherfuckers



 We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club



 Y'all all in the back



 Scared to speak the speak cause you scared



 Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is







 [Raekwon conversating with some people]



 All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right



 It's like come on man



 This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker



 Dang, he caught Whittaker



 Mmmmhmmm



 He caught Whittaker a long time ago



 Mike got touched



 Then Mike got touched by Holyfield



 Holyfield



 Yeah, word up



 Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight



 He ain't fighting McDermit



 He ain't fightin?



 Nope



 Whattup?



 You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did?



 Told them he cut his eye, in sparring







 Verse Five: Ghostface Killah







 Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz



 Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it



 M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens



 Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's



 Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross



 All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off



 These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up



 The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor



 Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada



 Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the



 Monopoly king, Slavic poetry



 Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory



 Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers



 Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless







 Outro: RZA







 You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean?



 It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible)



 Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W



 You gonna get down with that W



 That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom



 YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe



 That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods



 YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God



 YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way



 We got the medicine for yo' sickness



 Out here, ya knowhatImean?



 I was telling Shorty like --



 Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school



 Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD



 And you'll get all the education you need this year



 YouknowhatImean?



 (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit)



 Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God



 Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God



 YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean?



 (Oh hell no, none of this shit)



 C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz



 (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit)



 Nah (man, no)



 I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G



 (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word



 Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even



 comin out until Two Thousand



 YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet



 You hear, we gonna bring a comet



 (Check for that shit in the millenium)



 YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man



 (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man



 Born Gods is here



 (Born God