Cilvaringz

Cilvaringz - Wu Tang Martial Expert lyrics

rate me

(feat. GZA, Raekwon, RZA)

[Intro: GZA (Raekwon) {kung fu sample}]

From the slums of Shaolin, to the dungeons of the 36 Chambers

{Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert}

(Straight up and down) we now bring you, Cilvaringz

{Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert}

Wu-Tang Martial Expert (this is all gutter shit)

Now shadowbox with this real rapper (we in the building, nigga)

{They say he's a swordsman, to me, it seems he can't use a sword}

[Cilvaringz:]

I wrote the album in sincerity, GZA, you feeling me?

Cuz if they bombing for peace, I'm like fuck her for virginity

See I'm that Killa Bee, I'm back up on it

I'll attack and sting everything that's corporate

Plus the fake, everything stay cornered til I'm done

And ride back straight to my office

In '99, I struck deals with RZA, build with RZA

A natural on top, that can't be shot

So poverty never became my topic

And followed politics and the became obnoxious

So now I'm Chuck, I'm Nas, I'm BP, I'm Slim

I'm Technique wrapped in one CD

Freely inspired by life itself

Trying to speak real issues, it might just help

From the Wu-Tang Clan, Martial Expert

Taking care of vein with the sword, where your neck's hurt

The knowledge verse with that I attack first

It's da-da-da-da-da-da, could it get that worse?

[Interlude: RZA (kung fu sample)]

Aiyo, the 36 Chambers of Death

How many ways can we devise to kill a man?

The sword thrust, palm strike

Poison tip knife, go across his head with a metal pipe

You are being injected with a high frequency

Piercing through your brain

(If you should lose it, you're finished)

It's hard to maintain, nigga!

[Cilvaringz:]

You see them Arabs, they hooked on 50, they go to rehab

They come back yelling, Ji-Ji-Ji-Ji-Ji-Ji-Ji-Ji-Jihad!

They wanna lay back, and bounce in clubs

I said a life's so dark? Take these darts as lightbulbs

Switch it, reality's ugly

And ignorant mentalities bug me, it's rugby

Trying to get your points across, you get fucked up

Trying to get your joints in stores, you get fucked up

Trying to make some noise against war, you get locked up

Try to get your voice to be heard, you get shot up

And those who fear God, will not fear death

And so I went and got, RZA, GZA and Meth

Plus I went and got, Ghost, Killa and Chef

Have 'em speak on fire beats while I co-wrote the rest

So I don't care if you write, I swing it to the left

And I don't care if you dislike my writing exact

I'm that real, slay me now, prototype

That you dislike, recline and Dolomite

Get my shit right...

[Outro: kung fu sample]

Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert

Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert

Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert

Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert

His technique was perfect

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