Wu-tang Clan - Dashing (Reasons) Lyrics
[Intro: Inspectah Deck]The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's onOh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christen SlatersRebel I, slay the max, it's really DigitalRockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggazRockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways***** that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggazNow that's a money thingYo yo[Hook: Inspectah Deck *singing*]I was +Dashing+ through the hoodEighteens with the whip, smoke grayLeavin' skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the wayHahaha!With my all-star team, *****es see our shineYo son we gotta make that +CREAM+ whether raps or Nixon times[Inspectah Deck]They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body DinaliPacked the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockeyI swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple KawasakiEverything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copyI'll probably splash her tonight, don't blockSippin' on Lime Bacardi got me toxyPlus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the RoxyEver property, Monopoly, big shottiSnatch the +CREAM+, whether in the concert hall or in the lobbyUsed to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giuliannilike I'm still coppin' big eights from papiFollow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house partyIt's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the bodyBut had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock meI'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to RockyKamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a natty dreadthen call myself Collar RatsiProfessionally trained, I am for your arteryI give the autographs but charge for photographyNot hardly kid, you awkward GodbodyYou'se a carbon copy, just started to rock WallysSpark the brocolli, spaz off this ghetto operyOr catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posseSeen..[Chorus x4: Inspectah Deck]Come, come, comeOne for the dough, sonGive me the reasons[GZA]They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftlyBroke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsyHe stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispyDrivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shiftyQuickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday?While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplayMere fact that the track was a fierce counterattackAll those who couldn't multiply were sent backNo tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heartTainted the heart of an empire, was torn apartBrought to a halt from a front full assaultThe chemist left the lab with undetermined resultsThey saw the swordsman sift electrical voltsThe audience threw nuts with loose screws and boltsThe archives automatically changed ya stiff vibesIt was layin' in the zip drive from chest five[Chorus x4]
