Wu-Tang Clan

Ruckus In B Minor
Huh, after all these years, what you said was true The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang is very dangerous It's the ODB kid, once again coming through your area. And I'm going to tell you one time, you gon' love this I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choice Die Hard's on the bars, Ladies lovin' the voice Morphine flow, numbing your joints Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit Zombie life, World War Z Antidote to your virus, your highness, the world on me Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer With the Son of Anarchy, I be Breaking Bad Walking Dead, day dreaming of making a band Dancing With the Stars, Americans Idol me The Mentalist with the Big Bang Theory Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one The most duplicated, anticipated, validated Urban legends in the books with the ones who made it SongtexteHighly celebrated, everything was work related Current top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business 20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennant Monumental stance on the cover with my co-defendants Drop her sentence, in remembrance Construct these jewels so they can live through my descendants Younging, I can see your draws, pull your pants up Can't even call yourself a man until you man up And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one Picture a young nigga on the strip getting rich off the drug shit Putting other niggas on, teaching ‘em thug shit Then they want stick 'em up, then they get slugs quick Hood-type niggas always living that crime life Jealous-ass grimy niggas seeing the limelight Slimy old nigga like fucking your man's wife Fool shouldn't use the word brother, he man dyke Yo, I spend my way all across New York Get it out in all types of ice that you sport One chain, two chain, three chain, four Niggas mouth's drop like the leaves in the fall Tone got that WBC I take off heavy in air ballons and land in the Fiji's That's my bird and that's my word You faggots keep fucking around and get curbed Forms circles like the rings of Saturn Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern Then this fascinating picture has emerged from surface A wonder of the young world with an urgent purpose A wild fire engulfing every home It's history, chiseled and carved in every stone A workshop where skills are learned Handcrafted and drafted, written works our main concern Urban center provided with a social structure And a curious culture full of superconductors Each stain is part of a scene with Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen Spell bounding, marvelous and it's surrounding Viewpoints remain the same, it's all astounding A place where the forgotten art is so powerful A striking image is something that's so valuable This one's the blackout! Three-fifty-seven to your mouth! GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor Rae, all those bad times is behind us Ghost, put that mask on to remind us Method Man, let 'em know who's New York's finest Younging, I can see your draws, pull your pants up Can't even call yourself a man until you man up And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture Rainman mathematician, this city slicker Finest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royalty Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders (*One*) We live free and achieve more But first we gotta win with no stale mate The all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man All my trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot My knowledge one twenty proof, let's tear the roof off Let's spray, M-A-S-T-A King I Love-Love club, pack stadium rock I hold the mic snug, split a slug Black ninja, mask and gloves Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one Aus Songtexte Mania