DJ Muggs

DJ Muggs - Third World lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah, yeah. One two. One two. Ayo, Wu-Tangs invincible.

But understand the principle.

My man Muggs, droppin' phat tracks like drugs.

Breaker-breaker one two. Breaker-breaker one two. You're breakin' up.

Peace.

Verse One: Genius

Beams shatter light from the Wu-mansion

Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any MC

And the fool that fell far was the Righteous

It was Cypress, let the media hype this

Promotion niggas snipe this

Push it like tray bags of 72

Kept niggas in suede rags

Microphone cycle, who flips the mic so well?

Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells

Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin'

Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin'

My sword indeed make more niggas bleed

So swift that the eye couldn't record the speed

I lost ya, wit that offer

Nigga that'll cost ya

Feel the strings of torture

Bust him in the ?half gallon?

Whats that shit he drinkin'?

They got him thinkin'

That he could crash his ship and he'd be sinkin'

I told him " Come back when you're sober."

Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October

Don't even catch me when I'm blunted

Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a SB-1200

Instruments the terror on warships, its corporate

Visual niggas paint portraits

Verse Two: RZA

Check the mic lines for wire-taps

...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed...

Fire back, all hands on deck

Cadet, Vets, insert cassette

Tracks snap heads like berettes

Catch web sites like Internet

...team, I'm detecting vehicles approaching from the East...

Pass me the infra-red binoculars Captain so I can see

Sound the alarm

Call for the suicidal kamikaze ninjas with the bombs

Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms

Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply

Send 'em back like George McFly

I be holdin' this

Travel ground like a motorist

Poisonous gas released from my track is odorless and tasteless

Like Ghost is Face-less

Which allowed the God to bring it back, it be the hundred cases

MCs heads weave like trees in a breeze to rhymes like these

Underwater flow strikes like torpedos

You'll get plugged more than Del Rio

Played short like De Vito

Split the fuck up like Mike Jakatito

Sword cut sharper than concorde needles

Call my second private

...tell em Righteous importing messages to Cypress...

I heard your crew assisted on the island with Dr. Titus

Any chance of releasing the new deadly virus?

To infiltrate the Western States

Its time to pump out more rap tapes

And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate

RZA over and out.....

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