Clan Wu-tang Severe Punishment Lyrics

Severe Punishment Lyrics

I despise your killing, and raping



 You're... despicable







 Are you, my judge?







 It's just... you should be punished



 I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?







 Verse One: U-God







 Yo, yeah, yo, yo



 Yo, yeah



 Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish



 Party robust, rec room style for you brothers



 Time's ticking, eruptments conduct



 Entering one funk before the drum dry up



 Dial, style, jab vocab slow



 Alphabet run, construction voice might blow



 Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model



 For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle



 Cut down, come with something that's round and profound



 Blood brothers people of colors we get down



 Watch this fly, force feed things being said



 Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his



 mic half a dangle, seriouser man



 My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan



 heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner



 Night champion, old villain style seem a



 kiss of spider, to God saga why bother



 Godfather talk drama, fly swatters







 Number two, Chao San Poi







 Verse Two: The Genius/GZA







 This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown



 Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome



 Pro tools editing tracks that's rough



 Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough



 So we attack this, and grab all within reach



 Throw a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speech



 Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands



 used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands



 Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line



 Real thin and shift through the pipeline



 LP's delivered with style and potential



 Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential



 order, revealin hidden tape recorders



 Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura







 Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef







 Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up



 Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up



 Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this



 Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger



 Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open



 with the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on



 Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur



 Slang soufleer home decorater, player



 Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance



 Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty



 Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo



 He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me







 Verse Four: Prince Rakeem/RZA







 Yo MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder



 Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove



 Gettin down for the funk of it



 Like Fred Sanford in the biz...



 Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia



 Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya



 bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's



 Then spread across the globe like telephone wires



 Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported



 chambers been recorded, you're fuckin with the loops



 Time for royalty audit



 Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian



 Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian



 Then grew to a physical body with five meridians



 As the pendulum swings closer to the millenium



 two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen



 I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle



 and politic with Leo and Russell



 When niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you







 He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives







 Verse Five: Masta Killa







 Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain



 ignite, blowin the mic to Arabian heights



 As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the



 deadly ground I hold down



 Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling



 Panic and confusion echoes through the building



 Continuing to build, I strive for perfection



 Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold



 Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams



 look for means of survival and who's liable



 for this harrowing experience



 You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap



 and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy



 To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery







 Number two, Chao San Poi



 Number two, Chao San Poi



 He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives







 Number one, Yen Chang Wa



 He's an adulterer, don't trust him



 Number two, Chao San Poi



 Number two, Chao San Poi



 He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives







 I despise your killing, and raping



 You're... despicable







 Are you, my judge?







 It's just... you should be punished



 I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?



 I despise your killing, and raping



 You're... despicable







 Are you, my judge?







 It's just... you should be punished



 I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready