Older Gods
Wu-Tang Clan & Ghostface Killah & Raekwon & GZA
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Ayo I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapells fly spittin' out of my grill
Before it hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a sun kiss, certain broads double dust this
They covered in they wrist, Pillsbury blazers
Straighten the comb, slept on the stove
Closing my lady hair, plus yours the look
O God, the old chain and ball technique
Got these vegetable lasagna niggas in they whips
Jumpin' out they seats, 18, bronze me part two
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood, we might circle
Hats down low on the Range, switch lanes
Change my tire, peel out, real Natalie stain
Yo, I sit it on your hood kid, I sit it on your hood
Got to your burner too late, I'm lookin' real good
Draped out, shinin' like a fresh 50 cent piece
Your girlfriend, come here, oh shit, you my man's niece
The gourmet pockets when his bombs made of clay
Sescapades take place, we fuckin' 48 shades
Might walk up in your studio, time slap your engineer
Light a fluid your dad's down, hand me the match now
Ayo, rainbow Rollie on the wrist, now what's this?
Niggas bless this, eight and a half, Bali banana twist
E shakes, puffin' on pine, feedin' the seed plates
Pullin' out old dirty H's to rob gates
Major wake up, the kid tell tales
Make a nigga head wake up, beats break
Them nigga whip take off it's time, Honolulu status
Gladys the rich, rock cabbage and dollar vans
Gans, that nigga man savage
Stationary Hall of Justice
Niggas came chromed out, just came home, now they bonked out
Money be longer than triple life, 'til the sun burn out
That's my work, movin' with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin', went with the MAC bent
Accent, most of my team five percent
Check with the live sim, rollin' with guest vets
Pedestrians yo, holdin' my nuts
Fuckin' thousand dollar lesbians
Yo, the O the God put me on and how to rock this
Maintain 360 Lord live prosperous
Only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life
One time in a respectable mind
Yo, the O the God put me on and how to rock this
Maintain 360 Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life
One time in a respectable mind
Let the shots spark soon as this pit bull barks
Tie scars from skid marks, leave some jams in school parks
Witness, forget hits, original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gun down, fleein' town, hit came from Seven Crowns
Spent rounds catchin' while he rhymin' at Zebra Lounge
Wounded back in the '83 summer heat
Up in 309 Park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
Onlookers think I ain't playin' with a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they're scared
They saw the comin' to whoop the neon in Times Square
Household name, assassin, killer bee
Mill to the grain, that possessed the rule, killer G
Quick to spot those that bite, camouflage and blend
Those that got styles, they got identical twins
Don't stress the small thing, copycats are finicky
Without skills, they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
An unspotted life on the mic is old age