Wu-tang Clan - Rushing Elephants Lyrics
[intro: Raekwon]Yo, Yo, Yo, What Up Kid? Yo, These Niggaz Is Back, Son(yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) I'm Telling You, Spit That, Done It NiggaYeah... Yeah... Yeah, Yeah, I Seen It Like A Zenith, ManYou Hear Me Man? Word Up, Man, Ya'll Know What It IsIt's On Again, Man, For Real, Top Gun, What What[raekwon]Aiyo, We Came Through Thumping Like ElephantsThe New Range Is Super-charged, I Remains IntelligentBack To The Formula, Lord, Hard GrammarThis Is God School, Make Sure The Lobby Ain't Jammed UpExcalibur Swords, T-rexes, Bibles Of RhymesWe In The Lunchroom, Weed And Veggies For BreakfastPolo Campus, Sicker Lances, The CrispHundred Dollar Kick Niggas, That Be Showing You Hand StepsBack To The Dormatory, Where NiggasBroke My Forearm And Index Finger, Now You Write GloryTrue Holding My Flag, It's All Engraved In My BladeSo When I Wave It, You Gon' Say Rae MadNow It's 28 Days Later, Now Wu's Up, Do Something, You Can'tIt's Blood In My Eye, I Might Get AmpedTo Rip Something Down, The Billboard Holders Is BackSo When You See Me, You Gon' Say He Gets Down[gza]From Darkness To Dna, I Move With My BrotherAnd We Resonate, Energy That Shifts In ColorsBringing Mc's Punishment, Then I'm Done With ItThe Meter Leave Way On The Fast Break, I Run With ItIt Was Not A Hobby, But A Childhood PassionThat Had Started In The Lobby And Was Quicky FashionedEvery Line To Line, Bar For Bar Is ClockworkHazardous And Powerful Enough To Have Your Block HurtCheck The Total Amount Of Mc's InflictedWith Torture, From Moving With Work That's RestrictedWe Criticize Producers Til They Joints Are RightThen Acupuncture The Track With Pinpoints Of LightHitting Them From Well Conceiled Firing PositionsWith Explosiveness That'll Make The Deaf ListenDrastic, Pyroclastic, Connected With The Same OldDown The Dangerous Slopes Of An Active Volcano[rza]Blitz Like The Green Bay Packers, Sack Like The LinebackersHang With Niggas, Like Redneck CrackersStrangle Cold Bottles Of Beck's, Like A Vexed GermanDuck Low Behind The Car, My Tech BurningNeck Burning, From Eight Karats Of SunlightAbsorbed, In The Grill, Big Pun LikeLord Of The Wu-tang Sword, Know What That Means?Like J.r. Tolkien, It's The Lord Of The RingsThis Is My Man, Chef, Auto, Like Grand Theft AutoThe 18th Letter, Followed By The Mark Of ZorroPlus A, Not For Apple, But I Pack An AppleShorty Try To Buck Back, And Knock Me Off The SaddleCaramel, Pecan, Sundae, PreglinePlump Breasts, Was Filled With SalineHer Big Booty Cousin, Nasty NadineGet You On The Floor, Whore Tried To Double Team[masta Killa]Is He Still That Nucca? Is He In The Hood Like That?Is He Really Strapped? Will He Really Split Yo' Shit?I Thought You Said He Rap? Pull Up In The Yard, Ten SetsHe Ain't Flexing, Microphone Ripping, Heat HoldingWho Testing? Rope-a-dope His Black LotusCan't Quote This, Chat With The Sword TongueDuck When The Axe Is Swinging, Wild Apache DrumCrazy Horse Kicking His Thoughts, He Won't QuitCan't Tell 'em Nothing, He Grown, Give The Man RoomSpace Was Demanded, Beat Banging Through The SpeakerVoice, Heat Seek Missle, Guided At The ListenerSwing To The Gospel, Catch Up And Wet At The BrothelUnstoppable, Direction Of My Flow, OptionalTo The Ear, Depending On The Current Of Air, The Crowd's In
