Clan Wu-tang Radioactive Four Assasins Lyrics

Radioactive Four Assasins Lyrics

"You will be punished (Wu-Tang style)



for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style)



Be warned - you will suffer.. (Wu-Tang style)



.. justice!" (Wu-Tang style)







[GZA]



Slept on this hazardous enterprise



Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise



Week self-captivity became months



Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump



Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?



Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper



Unfair corruptions lead to abductions



Creatin wider circles of destructions



So we attack, with the pen and blaze in



From the terrifyin to the fascinating



Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit



Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits



They heavily defended airfields



But they bodies rot behind punctured steels



When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice?



Oh that water was my liquid of choice



Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet



Powerful projection, noise is deafening



Carrier battle groups, that's threatening



Higher level bombing, plus



The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud



In the same crucial manner but different style







(Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style!)







[Raekwon the Chef]



Yeah..



Aiyyo once again, all blunts again



Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in



Allah's helpful most, innovative raps



that brought wealth through, shot out the belch too



We holdin, automatic semis with sick lines



Run up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz



Styles so sharp, state of the art



Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin darts



Flowin like water, "Apocalypse Now"



Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you short us



Runnin through parkin lots, don't get caught



Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks







[Method Man]



It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin in the hood



Gotta a hundred wolves waitin in the woods



for the Clan's forthcomin



I miss you in the game a court summons



And fugitives of rap caught runnin, y'all get locked up



E'rything was wack 'til we popped up



And got it on and poppin like Orville Reddenbacher



Potnah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa



Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha



Request lines are now open, you see these MC's chokin



and thinkin, "What's that SHIT they be smokin?"



I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis



Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious



{*hach, spit*} Y'all niggaz got some fuckin nerve



to critic what I write, that's my muh'fuckin word



Blah blah blah, like N'Sync



Kiss that ass "Bye Bye Bye" knahmsayin?I ain't playin







[Masta Killa]



Many shall come, few chose to stay exact



Track after track I'm fightin for survival



Before me I see hills and mountains they sway



The words gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean



I walk water holdin y'all suspended with the vocal



What's the total people that came to see the Gods?



I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry



Potentcy, high-level content



Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places



All ages streets to cages, split faces



Shoutin nuff love to the peeps from Miami



We live from Pulaski and spread glassy







{*cut and scratch: "Wu-Tang style"