Wu-tang Clan - Radioactive Lyrics
"you will be punished (wu-tang style)For all your evil deeds. (wu-tang style)Be warned - you will suffer.. (wu-tang style).. justice!" (wu-tang style)[gza]Slept on this hazardous enterpriseHit from the back, from a long range attack in disguiseWeek self-captivity became monthsThose who were holdin it down they hold a pumpDo we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supperUnfair corruptions lead to abductionsCreatin wider circles of destructionsSo we attack, with the pen and blaze inFrom the terrifyin to the fascinatingQuick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give creditFull of hostile overtones mixed with wack editsThey heavily defended airfieldsBut they bodies rot behind punctured steelsWhen i greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice?Oh that water was my liquid of choiceForensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pelletPowerful projection, noise is deafeningCarrier battle groups, that's threateningHigher level bombing, plusThe shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loudIn the same crucial manner but different style(wu-tang style, wu-tang style!)[raekwon the chef]Yeah..Aiyyo once again, all blunts againYo the real remain silent, any type of violence i'm inAllah's helpful most, innovative rapsThat brought wealth through, shot out the belch tooWe holdin, automatic semis with sick linesRun up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggazStyles so sharp, state of the artGreater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin dartsFlowin like water, "apocalypse now"Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you short usRunnin through parkin lots, don't get caughtLet off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks[method man]It ain't all to the good, muh'*****ers hatin in the hoodGotta a hundred wolves waitin in the woodsFor the clan's forthcominI miss you in the game a court summonsAnd fugitives of rap caught runnin, y'all get locked upE'rything was wack 'til we popped upAnd got it on and poppin like orville reddenbacherPotnah, you ain't got no wins in mi casaWu-tang got ya, like every ghetto got a tashaRequest lines are now open, you see these mc's chokinAnd thinkin, "what's that shit they be smokin?"I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosisKeep my shit funky when i spit this braggadocious[hach, spit] y'all niggaz got some *****in nerveTo critic what i write, that's my muh'*****in wordBlah blah blah, like n'syncKiss that ass "bye bye bye" knahmsayin? i ain't playin[masta killa]Many shall come, few chose to stay exactTrack after track i'm fightin for survivalBefore me i see hills and mountains they swayThe words gotta move and the crowd's like the oceanI walk water holdin y'all suspended with the vocalWhat's the total people that came to see the gods?I gave thought talent, construct my best poetryPotentcy, high-level contentSide effect may cause a tec to eject, many placesAll ages streets to cages, split facesShoutin nuff love to the peeps from miamiWe live from pulaski and spread glassy[cut and scratch: "wu-tang style"]
