Rushing Elephants Lyrics
| Song | Rushing Elephants |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Album | 8 Diagrams |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Grice, Hunter, Turner ... | |
| 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 nigga | |
| Yeah... yeah... yeah, yeah, | |
| I seen it like a | |
| Zenith, man | |
| You hear me man? | |
| Word up, man, ya'll know what it is | |
| It's on again, man, for real, | |
| Top Gun, what what [Raekwon] | |
| Aiyo, we came through thumping like elephants | |
| The new Range is super-charged, | |
| I remains intelligent | |
| Back to the formula, lord, hard grammar | |
| This is God school, make sure the lobby ain't jammed up | |
| Excalibur swords, | |
| T-Rexes, bibles of rhymes | |
| We in the lunchroom, weed and veggies for breakfast | |
| Polo campus, sicker lances, the crisp | |
| Hundred dollar kick niggas, that be showing you hand steps | |
| Back to the dormatory, where niggas | |
| Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory | |
| True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my blade | |
| So when I wave it, you gon' say | |
| Rae mad Now it's 28 | |
| Days Later, now | |
| Wu's up, do something, you can't | |
| It's blood in my eye, | |
| I might get amped | |
| To rip something down, the billboard holders is back | |
| So when you see me, you gon' say he gets down [GZA] | |
| From darkness to | |
| DNA, I move with my brother | |
| And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors | |
| Bringing M | |
| C's punishment, then | |
| I'm done with it | |
| The meter leave way on the fast break, | |
| I run with it | |
| It was not a hobby, but a childhood passion | |
| That had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned | |
| Every line to line, bar for bar is clockwork | |
| Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt | |
| Check the total amount of | |
| MC's inflicted | |
| With torture, from moving with work that's restricted | |
| We criticize producers til they joints are right | |
| Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light | |
| Hitting them from well conceiled firing positions | |
| With explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen | |
| Drastic, pyroclastic, connected with the same old | |
| Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano [RZA] | |
| Blitz like the | |
| Green Bay | |
| Packers, sack like the linebackers | |
| Hang with niggas, like redneck crackers | |
| Strangle cold bottles of | |
| Beck's, like a vexed | |
| German Duck low behind the car, my tech burning | |
| Neck burning, from eight karats of sunlight | |
| Absorbed, in the grill, | |
| Big Pun like | |
| Lord of the | |
| Wu-Tang sword, know what that means? | |
| Like J.R. | |
| Tolkien, it's the | |
| Lord of the | |
| Rings This is my man, | |
| Chef, auto, like | |
| Grand Theft | |
| Auto The 18th letter, followed by the mark of | |
| Zorro Plus | |
| A, not for apple, but | |
| I pack an apple | |
| Shorty try to buck back, and knock me off the saddle | |
| Caramel, pecan, sundae, | |
| Pregline Plump breasts, was filled with saline | |
| Her big booty cousin, nasty | |
| Nadine Get 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 sets | |
| He ain't flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding | |
| Who testing? | |
| Rope-a-dope his black lotus | |
| Can't quote this, chat with the sword tongue | |
| Duck when the axe is swinging, wild | |
| Apache drum | |
| Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he won't quit | |
| Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man room | |
| Space was demanded, beat banging through the speaker | |
| Voice, heat seek missle, guided at the listener | |
| Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel | |
| Unstoppable, direction of my flow, optional | |
| To the ear, depending on the current of air, the crowd's in |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Grice, Hunter, Turner ... | |
| 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 nigga | |
| Yeah... yeah... yeah, yeah, | |
| I seen it like a | |
| Zenith, man | |
| You hear me man? | |
| Word up, man, ya' ll know what it is | |
| It' s on again, man, for real, | |
| Top Gun, what what Raekwon | |
| Aiyo, we came through thumping like elephants | |
| The new Range is supercharged, | |
| I remains intelligent | |
| Back to the formula, lord, hard grammar | |
| This is God school, make sure the lobby ain' t jammed up | |
| Excalibur swords, | |
| TRexes, bibles of rhymes | |
| We in the lunchroom, weed and veggies for breakfast | |
| Polo campus, sicker lances, the crisp | |
| Hundred dollar kick niggas, that be showing you hand steps | |
| Back to the dormatory, where niggas | |
| Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory | |
| True holding my flag, it' s all engraved in my blade | |
| So when I wave it, you gon' say | |
| Rae mad Now it' s 28 | |
| Days Later, now | |
| Wu' s up, do something, you can' t | |
| It' s blood in my eye, | |
| I might get amped | |
| To rip something down, the billboard holders is back | |
| So when you see me, you gon' say he gets down GZA | |
| From darkness to | |
| DNA, I move with my brother | |
| And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors | |
| Bringing M | |
| C' s punishment, then | |
| I' m done with it | |
| The meter leave way on the fast break, | |
| I run with it | |
| It was not a hobby, but a childhood passion | |
| That had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned | |
| Every line to line, bar for bar is clockwork | |
| Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt | |
| Check the total amount of | |
| MC' s inflicted | |
| With torture, from moving with work that' s restricted | |
| We criticize producers til they joints are right | |
| Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light | |
| Hitting them from well conceiled firing positions | |
| With explosiveness that' ll make the deaf listen | |
| Drastic, pyroclastic, connected with the same old | |
| Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano RZA | |
| Blitz like the | |
| Green Bay | |
| Packers, sack like the linebackers | |
| Hang with niggas, like redneck crackers | |
| Strangle cold bottles of | |
| Beck' s, like a vexed | |
| German Duck low behind the car, my tech burning | |
| Neck burning, from eight karats of sunlight | |
| Absorbed, in the grill, | |
| Big Pun like | |
| Lord of the | |
| WuTang sword, know what that means? | |
| Like J. R. | |
| Tolkien, it' s the | |
| Lord of the | |
| Rings This is my man, | |
| Chef, auto, like | |
| Grand Theft | |
| Auto The 18th letter, followed by the mark of | |
| Zorro Plus | |
| A, not for apple, but | |
| I pack an apple | |
| Shorty try to buck back, and knock me off the saddle | |
| Caramel, pecan, sundae, | |
| Pregline Plump breasts, was filled with saline | |
| Her big booty cousin, nasty | |
| Nadine Get 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 sets | |
| He ain' t flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding | |
| Who testing? | |
| Ropeadope his black lotus | |
| Can' t quote this, chat with the sword tongue | |
| Duck when the axe is swinging, wild | |
| Apache drum | |
| Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he won' t quit | |
| Can' t tell ' em nothing, he grown, give the man room | |
| Space was demanded, beat banging through the speaker | |
| Voice, heat seek missle, guided at the listener | |
| Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel | |
| Unstoppable, direction of my flow, optional | |
| To the ear, depending on the current of air, the crowd' s in |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Grice, Hunter, Turner ... | |
| 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 nigga | |
| Yeah... yeah... yeah, yeah, | |
| I seen it like a | |
| Zenith, man | |
| You hear me man? | |
| Word up, man, ya' ll know what it is | |
| It' s on again, man, for real, | |
| Top Gun, what what Raekwon | |
| Aiyo, we came through thumping like elephants | |
| The new Range is supercharged, | |
| I remains intelligent | |
| Back to the formula, lord, hard grammar | |
| This is God school, make sure the lobby ain' t jammed up | |
| Excalibur swords, | |
| TRexes, bibles of rhymes | |
| We in the lunchroom, weed and veggies for breakfast | |
| Polo campus, sicker lances, the crisp | |
| Hundred dollar kick niggas, that be showing you hand steps | |
| Back to the dormatory, where niggas | |
| Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory | |
| True holding my flag, it' s all engraved in my blade | |
| So when I wave it, you gon' say | |
| Rae mad Now it' s 28 | |
| Days Later, now | |
| Wu' s up, do something, you can' t | |
| It' s blood in my eye, | |
| I might get amped | |
| To rip something down, the billboard holders is back | |
| So when you see me, you gon' say he gets down GZA | |
| From darkness to | |
| DNA, I move with my brother | |
| And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors | |
| Bringing M | |
| C' s punishment, then | |
| I' m done with it | |
| The meter leave way on the fast break, | |
| I run with it | |
| It was not a hobby, but a childhood passion | |
| That had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned | |
| Every line to line, bar for bar is clockwork | |
| Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt | |
| Check the total amount of | |
| MC' s inflicted | |
| With torture, from moving with work that' s restricted | |
| We criticize producers til they joints are right | |
| Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light | |
| Hitting them from well conceiled firing positions | |
| With explosiveness that' ll make the deaf listen | |
| Drastic, pyroclastic, connected with the same old | |
| Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano RZA | |
| Blitz like the | |
| Green Bay | |
| Packers, sack like the linebackers | |
| Hang with niggas, like redneck crackers | |
| Strangle cold bottles of | |
| Beck' s, like a vexed | |
| German Duck low behind the car, my tech burning | |
| Neck burning, from eight karats of sunlight | |
| Absorbed, in the grill, | |
| Big Pun like | |
| Lord of the | |
| WuTang sword, know what that means? | |
| Like J. R. | |
| Tolkien, it' s the | |
| Lord of the | |
| Rings This is my man, | |
| Chef, auto, like | |
| Grand Theft | |
| Auto The 18th letter, followed by the mark of | |
| Zorro Plus | |
| A, not for apple, but | |
| I pack an apple | |
| Shorty try to buck back, and knock me off the saddle | |
| Caramel, pecan, sundae, | |
| Pregline Plump breasts, was filled with saline | |
| Her big booty cousin, nasty | |
| Nadine Get 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 sets | |
| He ain' t flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding | |
| Who testing? | |
| Ropeadope his black lotus | |
| Can' t quote this, chat with the sword tongue | |
| Duck when the axe is swinging, wild | |
| Apache drum | |
| Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he won' t quit | |
| Can' t tell ' em nothing, he grown, give the man room | |
| Space was demanded, beat banging through the speaker | |
| Voice, heat seek missle, guided at the listener | |
| Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel | |
| Unstoppable, direction of my flow, optional | |
| To the ear, depending on the current of air, the crowd' s in |
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