rushing elephants
wu-tang clan
we came through thumping like elephants
the new range is super-charged
make sure the lobby ain't jammed up
weed and veggies for breakfast
hundred dollar kick niggas
that be showing you hand steps
broke my forearm and index finger
it's all engraved in my blade
the billboard holders is back
you gon' say he gets down
energy that shifts in colors
the meter leave way on the fast break
that had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned
hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt
check the total amount of mc's inflicted
from moving with work that's restricted
we criticize producers til they joints are right
then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light
hitting them from well conceiled firing positions
with explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen
connected with the same old
down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano
blitz like the green bay packers
sack like the linebackers
strangle cold bottles of beck's
from eight karats of sunlight
lord of the wu-tang sword
it's the lord of the rings
followed by the mark of zorro
and knock me off the saddle
whore tried to double team
is he still that nucca? is he in the hood like that?
is he really strapped? will he really split yo' shit?
i thought you said he rap? pull up in the yard
who testing? rope-a-dope his black lotus
chat with the sword tongue
duck when the axe is swinging
crazy horse kicking his thoughts
beat banging through the speaker
catch up and wet at the brothel
depending on the current of air