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Wu Tang Forever
Logic
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En garde, I'll let you try my Wu tang style
I'd like to try your Wu Tang style
Let's begin, then
Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu tang sword style
If what you say is true
The Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous
Do you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me?
Wu Tang!
Wu Tang!
Wu Tang!
Wu Tang!
Aye yo, Wu-Tang forever
Who rhyme better?
We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever
R.I.P. O.D.B
Coming through like Killa Bee
Ever since I heard Enter the 36 in '93
You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style
I leave 'em all dismembered
Fuck a mumble rap, that shit won't never be remembered
Not even a contender, no, pretender, best surrender
My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra)
Yeah, we live and thorough
Assassinating every single muthafuckin' borough
From Staten to Brooklyn to Queens, the Bronx and Harlem
All the way to Maryland
Yeah, we comin' for all 'em
Bobby Tarantino to the Digital
My shit is pivotal
Smokin' chronic, no medicinal
Who you know assemble the Clan like Voltron?
The one and only Logic, the God, the don, I'm gone
Aye yo, Logic, what up?
We gon' let these muthafuckas try this Wu-Tang style
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, kaboom!
Guess who stepped in the room
It's Ghostface, gold plates, old truths, more K
Intelligent brothers with nine hoods, movin' snowflakes
Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase
Push weight, this Colgate
Tre-eights and old gates
Exfoliate those we most hate
We don't associate
We wear robes that you can't even pronounciate
We eat foods where you can't even pronounce you ate
Cribs where the floor just rises up and rotates
Locations low-key, can't even locate
Twin nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmates
Tea making us so much cream, we bought gold plates
Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades
It gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge
57 MB, yo, metallic green
Seats is piped off
Seize them old tracks, unite through 'em
The kitchen is my palace, get your dance on
While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on
I'm known to wil' out, put the cams on
Jewels down, the sets dip, my gems got grams on
A specialist when I'm baking
Rhymes be coming out, we making
We challenging these chumps for lumps
Here's the statement stop hating
The crew is all about getting this cake in
You know about me, you relating
The enigma, the stigmas that the RZA and the GZA
Both lyrical prolific, fixtures of rap scriptures
Mixtures of hipsters, weed smokers and beer drinkers
Prince and the Pauper, spiritual clear-thinkers
Cake in the oven, Superbad like McLovin huggin' all four boroughs, puffin' herb with my cousin
Academically speaking, rap vocabulary's weakenin'
I felt it comin' like the Weeknd when these starboys start tweakin'
Sporadic pill-poppin' of OxyContin
III-gotten sexual intercourse make shorty wop feel rotten
The travesty-tapestry of microphone mastery has been refuted, diluted, broken down to a catastrophe
But cats still get good trophy
Hit y'all with their "Okie-dokie"
Burt Reynolds, Bandit, goddamnit
Where the fuck is Smokey Bear when you need one
I got a light-beam gun
I'll blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed from
But you'll die through iniquity, plus stupidity of that trickery
My verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity
You can never get rid of me, step back and consider me
Wu Killa Bee, but I'm not big on bigotry
Old-school on this track, I feel invincible
This new school ain't really got rules and lacks the principles
Got mo' clowns than the Motown, they puttin' critical
The gun, Smokey Robinson, you need a Miracle
Go back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical
When nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminal
The stats, homie, all these killas usin' subliminals
Y'all don't even smile in your pictures, you dudes is miserable
We're the unpredictable, torture over your physical
Drop a bar, used to pour water over the cereal
Another bar, reppin' my squad, not individual
But one Nation under God, that's indivisible
My time critical, hands-off from digital
Me and my lady bark, back when the Planets was Digable
I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that
I'm classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that
Come on
It's only Logic, we got 'em mobber than the mosh pit
Fifth Brother, INS hotter than the tropics
The hot shit I drop quick
Major player, watch my stock lift
Razor-blade sharpness regardless to whom or what
Sound boy, turn that music up
Naysayer, you ain't even got a clue what's up
Deadly melody, the sickness, the remedy
Everything circulate back around eventually
Witty, unpredictable, talent all-natural
Gain, Wu-Tang pumping through your veins
Twenty-five years, still more of the same
The flow like water with the boilin' flame
INS, your highness, they calling my name
Boy, I wet the scene similar to falling rain
In our own lane, y'all sounding all the same
Tell 'em Wu-Tang is on your brain
Survival of the fittest in cold days with no money
They don't want me with stacks, they better take it from me
You know the currency gone soon as you break a twenty
So I ain't down if you ain't talking that band language
Dear Lord, I'm tryna buy me a train with it
An airplane, see me flying to Spain with it
But money don't make me, and I ain't gonna change with it
I'm in the hood, looking good, the way I came with it
Do it for the Cs, they understood the game with it
We gave birth when we understood the pain with it
When we create wars, everybody is a gangbanger
We killing each other, but we all got the same anger
Never go against the grain, homie, that's hateful
Another day in the life for us to be grateful
Spread love, homie, yeah, get a plateful
It's better to stay full, so let's make moves
I know your momma told you that I was a great dude
These dirty-ass cops, they kill and rape you
On some Jason shit, might Crystal in the Lake you
What? What?
They might Crystal in the Lake you
Boom bap blast'll blow your sleeves off
Our Flashback Jacks are somethin' to feed off
Smoke and roast ya, the No.9 Potion
Pull that shit, son, we open the ocean
Who gives a fuck who's snorting and drinking and smoking
You get killed for joking
Everybody's hoping
That's another level of emotion
Food stamps niggas doin' grocery
Police wanna grope me perp walk
Then nigga street-talk
We bury niggas in see-saw
I carry the torch where I leave off
I'm givin' bitches something to breathe on
I rip off a shoulder to lean on
It's fair game, it's two in a lane, she took two trains
And none of my rhymes are two and the same
Nigga get cooked on an open flame
I'ma a hillbilly, Park Hill-trained
My rhyme starts riots in the mountains
Thirty-six million and counting
The harder they come, the harder I go
Loosen up my arms, can I get comfortable?
Stay on my tip-toes, old-school, Wu B
This is a flip-phone, dude, your slips showing
Where I come from it stays snowing
The grammar is raw, I'm slamming the door
Beez bang bong in your jaw
I hit 'em in the head with the hammer of Thor
Stars and bars, makes me a general
Anything less, makes me a criminal
Gotta dig deep for these Wu-Tang minerals
G.O.D., shadowbox with the L.O.G.I.C
On the count of three, Wu-Tang
First, master your breathing
I'm mental ass-whooping,, I'm teaching when
I'm speaking I'm a champion from Brooklyn
I'm movin' super-ninjas and Shaolin executioners
Avenger, a righteous defender
A grandmaster from the 36th Chamber
Whole style is mentally strong
So strengthen your arms
To hold my microphone you need iron palms
Remain calm, just mellow out
Big wise chief Wu-Tang poison clansman from the east, yeah
Enter a world of a universal mind of one kind
A thick swarm of words that's expressed in one rhyme
Food for thought, impossible sliders with the seasoning
Regardless, I speak logic, clear reasoning
The uncivilized, get the mineral lines, quartz
Self-directed, calculated, controlled thoughts
A point-of-view of the thinkers
Monumental architecture, amazing as the Incas
(Sinatra)
(Wu-Tang)
W.T.C., ah-ha
The faculty
Ain't nothin' going on, don't nothin' move
Nobody slide, you might get hurt
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu tang style
I'd like to try your Wu tang style
Let's begin, then
Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu tang sword style
If what you say is true
The Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous
Do you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me?
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