Severe Punishment
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? 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, seriously 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 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 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 sou fleer home decorator, 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 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 paraphernalia, 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 a*sorted, Shaolin imported Chambers been recorded, you're f**kin' 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 millennium 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 Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian heights As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't f**k with the Deadly ground I hold down Cla*sical 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 f**k up your anatomy with a*sault 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?
Wu-Tang Forever
1999-08-24
- Wu-Revolution (Explicit Version)
- Reunited (Explicit Version)
- For Heavens Sake (Explicit Version)
- Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours
- Visionz (Explicit Version)
- As High As Wu-Tang Get (Explicit Version)
- Severe Punishment (Explicit Version)
- Older Gods (Explicit Version)
- Maria (Explicit Version)
- A Better Tomorrow (Explicit Version)
- It's Yourz (Explicit Version)
- Intro (Explicit Version)
- Triumph (Explicit Version)
- Impossible (Explicit Version)
- Little Ghetto Boys (Explicit Version)
- Deadly Melody (Explicit Version)
- The City (Explicit Version)
- The Projects (Explicit Version)
- Bells Of War (Explicit Version)
- The M.G.M. (Explicit Version)
- Dog Sh*t (Explicit Version)
- Duck Seazon (Explicit Version)
- Hellz Wind Staff (Explicit Version)
- Heaterz (Explicit Version)
- Black Shampoo (Explicit Version)
- Second Coming (Explicit Version)
- The Closing (Explicit Version)