Wu-tang Clan - America Lyrics
Intro: killah priest, raekwonContinousYeah, youknowhatimsayin?Wu-tangAiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo ima shoot over hereOn that aids thingYouknowhatimsayin? Im gonna just slide in the studio quickYo, yoAnd get this doneVerse one: killah priestWhen youre sexually frustrated, plus waiting for a long timeYou both had strong mindsCombined with feelings, she seems appealingFor each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothersSmothered under deep coversErotic programs, moet and slow jamsEnough to make you hold handsAnd plus you a bold manYou fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree growAnd bullshit ego, of fly negroWhole garden sour, polluted with a dead flowerMonths later, hes layin on a respiratorDepending on a generator, to keep his heart movingAnd start losing sight in his right eyeIn weeks he might dieVerse two: raekwonYeah, uh-huhI know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is javierPart-time shooter sharing needles in the stairsWise guys disguised as a fly guyYou gettin high right? weeded up with red shit in your right eyeYouse a menace, your brain cells finishedBegging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillisYou know what you was gettin intoTry to guess on what Ive been through***** shorty raw then she scared youChorus: raekwonAids kills, word up respect this, yoComing from the wu, its realAids kills, word up respect this, yoComing from my crew, its realVerse three: rzaMy nigga chuck, he loved to *****Everything exotic *****es down to ugly ducksLike nancy, who liked the fancy ticklesSo he put popsicles on her nipples to make her sex passionTriple quadriple, until she bustOvercome with passion, big ass want lust upon himBut nigga he forsake to grab the condom***** it, he said aids, was government madeTo keep niggaz afraid so they wont get laid no babies be madeAnd the black population will decrease within a decadeGerman warfare product against the dark shadeChorus:Aids kills, word up respect this, yoComing from my crew, its realAids kills, word up respect this, yoComing from the wu, its realVerse four: master killer, inspector deckCaught by the gravitation earth rotationSix in the sex is deep, when you cant see clearThrough the sheer brassiere, toke backSmoking a spliff, sippin cognac, godYou know my two love songs, bobby womack tracksGot her fat ass layin flat on her backYo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray negligeAlehze pours, the radio play, marvin gayeWhats going on? as she screams sexual healingCouldnt fight the feeling her legs hit the ceilingHittin all positions dipped in for quick loveShes professional she does this shit in strip clubsFlied in june until she acquired immune deficiencyNow misery is the syndromeOutro: raekwon and othersOh shit, God thats wildDamn, thats some cherry flavor shit going on though kidFor real, knowhatimsayin?What about the exotic typeCaskets is waitin for brothersWord up slide on the joints babyBefore you go to sex take protectionWord upAids kills, word up respect thisAmerica is dying slowly (4x)Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right hereI aint even playing that man, for realDig itRespect how Im living kidHere forever, word upLubricated joints, ribbed joints is banginBut they still playing the hotel door manWord, you know how that be though, you know how that beYo, just gettin to be too oldChick over there lookin like sonny and cherOver thereYeahAmerica is dying slowlySurelyAmerica is dying slowlyAmerica is dying slowlyRemember that! syndrome, be the residentAmerica is dying slowlyWu-tang, syndrome, be the residentNoodles, bobby steels, lou diamonds, killer priestRolly rollie fingers, johnathan blaze, maximillionProdigal sons, anthony starks, hellrazorProdigal son, and in the place, sixty secondSunz of man, gambinos, forever...Keep it safe!Ol dirt schultz, word up babyProtect yourself!Keep it safe
