The Wu-Tang Clan & Kool G Rap - Rivers of Blood lyrics
rate meThe chinese have a saying
Dangerous men gonna meet in our streets
That’s who I was, war raised between the clans
And that meant pressure on me to make more weapons
And this word of the gold ship is spread
Strangers, suddenly appeared and …
Machete still stainless, the archbishop run from the narks
A criss biscuit, plus play the harp risk glissen
Goon captain, catch me in Afrika,
Black down before 5 somalians black tense
Rubbers so wonder woman bangers and blue coupe
I’m usually up on the roof counting mad lu
Ru beard reefer, t frame, doing me 1 2
Smoking with a plane jane trooper
Excellent with rifles, out in Japan
In a flight goose, switch blade I poke out the night booth
Flusted on the bullet train with chains on
Get my chain on, get my train on
Thunder money make bread, brainstorm
All this is made for the forbes list,
Laws get pissed, hey yo, he fucked me out his draws, he diss me
All of this is calculated
The batman of the black can
Mafia money, killers and rock ten
[Hook] x 2
Bone crushing, smooth, kicks, blades,
Shopping, 2 bricks, master of the weaponry,
Sell to both clicks
Blacksmith with the iron fists
Rigo mortis, I watch that body rot to the bone structure
Sweep out your brains, watch your eye balls rapture
Black magic leave your fucking skull in the soup pot
Machiavelli, they moves like 2Pac, suicidal tendencies
Down to white hennesey,
Look in the book, I’m the definition of menace be
Choking niggas out for no reason, it’s duck season
I’m cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing
Stay dead rockets stripe shirt like Freddie Kruger
You’s a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas
7:30, I’m more like 6 o’clock,
Straight up and down, beat niggas till there’s blood in the socks
Ox and duffle, stuff men, black bags
Without getting no blood on my fresh race, ruthless
Out of the storm, going no emotions
I piss out … poisonous potion
[Hook] x 2
Bone crushing, smooth, kicks, blades,
Shopping, 2 bricks, master of the weaponry,
Sell to both clicks
Blacksmith with the iron fists
It’s the 3 delli, venoms with weapons in the denims
Such shit that will shake windows and break lake tennis
Come left field, ain’t crooking straight blaze in them
How you niggas is straight laze with a fake leg in them
Wolf in sheep’s clothing, I scope in the tender land
Spend you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance
T more dress code got suspender clams
Russian roulette money bag go and spin your chance
You little fleas, to kill a bees and army in
…hollow flow to your collar bone
…sound like the first key on the xylophone
Grown men discus the death…
Gi quick, the smelly face turns solid stone
Gold face…be the wilest known
We straight street, but we keep a seat in the palace throne
[Hook] x 2
Bone crushing, smooth, kicks, blades,
Shopping, 2 bricks, master of the weaponry,
Sell to both clicks
Blacksmith with the iron fists.
