Bells of War - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | Bells of War - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Album | Wu-Tang Forever (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wu Tang Clan | |
| Yeah, yo, give me the cue | |
| Skip the introduction, prostate the lip function | |
| The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin' weed | |
| Splatter your belly like some | |
| Attica fellas | |
| Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling | |
| Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them | |
| Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm | |
| Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture | |
| Exotic wine, holding nine, | |
| Picasso pictures | |
| When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance | |
| Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance | |
| Words seem to zing on down to | |
| BejingWhen we touch down you crown renowned kings | |
| There's no honor amongst thieves, street pharmaceutical | |
| Stack like | |
| Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men | |
| But not these, we profound hardcore sound | |
| To MC's thumbs down, prepare | |
| Killa bees it be warfare, this the year | |
| Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square | |
| If we go there we go gritty | |
| And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor | |
| My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs | |
| The smell of fear makes my nostrils, flair, truth or dare | |
| Ask yourself can you compare | |
| To these niggaz in the hood, | |
| Johnny B. | |
| GoodeOr he be gone, yeah | |
| The struggle goes on, you've been warned | |
| P.L.O. from here to | |
| Lebanon, how many bombs | |
| Must we drop in the | |
| Ninety-Now | |
| Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news | |
| From Meth- | |
| TicalYou gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding | |
| Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting | |
| You gots to be kidding, yo | |
| It's common sense how | |
| I master my circumference, you dense | |
| I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance | |
| Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds | |
| Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above | |
| MC level, yo, | |
| I stay high as like treble | |
| Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals | |
| Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions | |
| Wack MC's only lasted one season | |
| The morale was low at the corral | |
| Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our | |
| Aim the official, initial, is | |
| Ruler Zig- | |
| Zag-Zig Allah | |
| All that other bullshit ain't permissible | |
| Annual increase of the | |
| Wu-Tang Manual | |
| Handles to a keyboard is true hip-hop set tangible | |
| Illegible, every egg ain't edible | |
| My tracks remain | |
| Unforgettable like | |
| Ol' Nat Cole | |
| Got to catch this paper to buy | |
| Shaquasia a glacier | |
| Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper | |
| Understand that the continents of | |
| Africa and | |
| AsiaAnd free the black man from the enslaved labor, | |
| Wu-TangThe weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall | |
| Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin' | |
| We came to punish the glutton with a substance | |
| That can't be contained, | |
| Wu-TangMotherfuckers | |
| We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club | |
| Y'all all in the back | |
| Scared to speak the speak 'cause you scared | |
| Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is | |
| All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right | |
| It's like come on man | |
| This nigga fucked up motherfuckin' | |
| WhittakerDang, he caught | |
| WhittakerMmm hmm | |
| He caught | |
| Whittaker a long time ago | |
| Mike got touched | |
| Then Mike got touched by | |
| Holy field | |
| Holy field, yeah, word up | |
| Hey, Mike's, | |
| Mike's gonna forfeit this fight | |
| He ain't fighting | |
| McDermit, he ain't fightin'? | |
| Nope, whattup? | |
| You talkin' 'bout he, what he, what he, what he did? | |
| Told them he cut his eye, in sparring | |
| Style adoral rap pressing, | |
| David Berkowitz | |
| Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it | |
| M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens | |
| Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's | |
| Fix your sawed off, | |
| Wu-Tang throw me off the cross | |
| All you saw was white meat, skin hangin' off | |
| These is words from the | |
| Arch Bishop, some call it six up | |
| The Betty | |
| Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor | |
| Wax janitor, black | |
| Jack Mulligan from | |
| CanadaSlam dance, tarantula style, you'se a fan of the | |
| Monopoly king, | |
| Slavic poetry | |
| Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory | |
| Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers | |
| Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless | |
| You know 'cause | |
| Wu-Tang is invincible, you know what | |
| I mean?It's | |
| Wu-Tang Forever | |
| God(Invincible) | |
| Knahmsaying? | |
| We gonna get down with that | |
| WYou gonna get down with that | |
| WThat's that | |
| Wu, that's that | |
| WisdomYou know what | |
| I'm sayin'? | |
| That's the | |
| Wisdom of the | |
| UniverseThat's the truth of | |
| Allah for the | |
| Nation of the | |
| GodsYou know what | |
| I'm sayin'? | |
| We breakin' egg through these days | |
| GodYou know what | |
| I'm sayin'? | |
| We got the fuckin' way | |
| We got the medicine for yo' sickness | |
| Out here, ya know what | |
| I mean?I was telling | |
| Shorty like | |
| Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school | |
| Pick up the | |
| Wu-Tang double | |
| CDAnd you'll get all the education you need this year | |
| You know what | |
| I mean?(Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit) | |
| Word man, it's | |
| Wu-Tang Forever | |
| GodNiggaz can't fuck with these lyrics | |
| GodYou know what | |
| I'm sayin'? | |
| Knahmean?(Oh hell no, none of this shit) | |
| C'mon man, beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz(Niggaz can't even understand half this shit) | |
| Nah(Man, no) | |
| I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out till the year two- | |
| G(Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) | |
| Word, yo, you know what? | |
| The next Wu- | |
| Tang album ain't even | |
| Comin' out until | |
| Two Thousand | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? That's just gonna come back with a comet | |
| You hear, we gonna bring a comet(Check for that shit in the millennium) | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man(Be the resurrection) | |
| The Gods is here man | |
| Born Gods is here(Born God) |
| zuo ci : Wu Tang Clan | |
| Yeah, yo, give me the cue | |
| Skip the introduction, prostate the lip function | |
| The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin' weed | |
| Splatter your belly like some | |
| Attica fellas | |
| Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling | |
| Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them | |
| Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm | |
| Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture | |
| Exotic wine, holding nine, | |
| Picasso pictures | |
| When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance | |
| Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance | |
| Words seem to zing on down to | |
| BejingWhen we touch down you crown renowned kings | |
| There' s no honor amongst thieves, street pharmaceutical | |
| Stack like | |
| Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men | |
| But not these, we profound hardcore sound | |
| To MC' s thumbs down, prepare | |
| Killa bees it be warfare, this the year | |
| Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square | |
| If we go there we go gritty | |
| And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor | |
| My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs | |
| The smell of fear makes my nostrils, flair, truth or dare | |
| Ask yourself can you compare | |
| To these niggaz in the hood, | |
| Johnny B. | |
| GoodeOr he be gone, yeah | |
| The struggle goes on, you' ve been warned | |
| P. L. O. from here to | |
| Lebanon, how many bombs | |
| Must we drop in the | |
| NinetyNow | |
| Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news | |
| From Meth | |
| TicalYou gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding | |
| Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks' ll be spitting | |
| You gots to be kidding, yo | |
| It' s common sense how | |
| I master my circumference, you dense | |
| I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance | |
| Can' t be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds | |
| WuTang harvest one thousand notches above | |
| MC level, yo, | |
| I stay high as like treble | |
| Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals | |
| Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions | |
| Wack MC' s only lasted one season | |
| The morale was low at the corral | |
| Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our | |
| Aim the official, initial, is | |
| Ruler Zig | |
| ZagZig Allah | |
| All that other bullshit ain' t permissible | |
| Annual increase of the | |
| WuTang Manual | |
| Handles to a keyboard is true hiphop set tangible | |
| Illegible, every egg ain' t edible | |
| My tracks remain | |
| Unforgettable like | |
| Ol' Nat Cole | |
| Got to catch this paper to buy | |
| Shaquasia a glacier | |
| Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper | |
| Understand that the continents of | |
| Africa and | |
| AsiaAnd free the black man from the enslaved labor, | |
| WuTangThe weight of the fam is on our back and we can' t fall | |
| Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin' | |
| We came to punish the glutton with a substance | |
| That can' t be contained, | |
| WuTangMotherfuckers | |
| We be seeing y' all asses when we walk up in the club | |
| Y' all all in the back | |
| Scared to speak the speak ' cause you scared | |
| Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is | |
| All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right | |
| It' s like come on man | |
| This nigga fucked up motherfuckin' | |
| WhittakerDang, he caught | |
| WhittakerMmm hmm | |
| He caught | |
| Whittaker a long time ago | |
| Mike got touched | |
| Then Mike got touched by | |
| Holy field | |
| Holy field, yeah, word up | |
| Hey, Mike' s, | |
| Mike' s gonna forfeit this fight | |
| He ain' t fighting | |
| McDermit, he ain' t fightin'? | |
| Nope, whattup? | |
| You talkin' ' bout he, what he, what he, what he did? | |
| Told them he cut his eye, in sparring | |
| Style adoral rap pressing, | |
| David Berkowitz | |
| Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it | |
| M. G. M. front row seat tonight, no gens | |
| Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men' s | |
| Fix your sawed off, | |
| WuTang throw me off the cross | |
| All you saw was white meat, skin hangin' off | |
| These is words from the | |
| Arch Bishop, some call it six up | |
| The Betty | |
| Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor | |
| Wax janitor, black | |
| Jack Mulligan from | |
| CanadaSlam dance, tarantula style, you' se a fan of the | |
| Monopoly king, | |
| Slavic poetry | |
| Carnegie Hall' s off the hook, let' s push through the armory | |
| Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers | |
| Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless | |
| You know ' cause | |
| WuTang is invincible, you know what | |
| I mean? It' s | |
| WuTang Forever | |
| God Invincible | |
| Knahmsaying? | |
| We gonna get down with that | |
| WYou gonna get down with that | |
| WThat' s that | |
| Wu, that' s that | |
| WisdomYou know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| That' s the | |
| Wisdom of the | |
| UniverseThat' s the truth of | |
| Allah for the | |
| Nation of the | |
| GodsYou know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| We breakin' egg through these days | |
| GodYou know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| We got the fuckin' way | |
| We got the medicine for yo' sickness | |
| Out here, ya know what | |
| I mean? I was telling | |
| Shorty like | |
| Yo Shorty, you don' t even gotta go to summer school | |
| Pick up the | |
| WuTang double | |
| CDAnd you' ll get all the education you need this year | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? Their poisoned minds can' t comprehend this shit | |
| Word man, it' s | |
| WuTang Forever | |
| GodNiggaz can' t fuck with these lyrics | |
| GodYou know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| Knahmean? Oh hell no, none of this shit | |
| C' mon man, beats, lyrics man, y' all niggaz Niggaz can' t even understand half this shit | |
| Nah Man, no | |
| I think niggaz ain' t gonna figure it out till the year two | |
| G Wax niggaz ass for free or fee | |
| Word, yo, you know what? | |
| The next Wu | |
| Tang album ain' t even | |
| Comin' out until | |
| Two Thousand | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? That' s just gonna come back with a comet | |
| You hear, we gonna bring a comet Check for that shit in the millennium | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? So, yo, y' all niggaz man Be the resurrection | |
| The Gods is here man | |
| Born Gods is here Born God |
| zuò cí : Wu Tang Clan | |
| Yeah, yo, give me the cue | |
| Skip the introduction, prostate the lip function | |
| The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin' weed | |
| Splatter your belly like some | |
| Attica fellas | |
| Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling | |
| Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them | |
| Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm | |
| Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture | |
| Exotic wine, holding nine, | |
| Picasso pictures | |
| When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance | |
| Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance | |
| Words seem to zing on down to | |
| BejingWhen we touch down you crown renowned kings | |
| There' s no honor amongst thieves, street pharmaceutical | |
| Stack like | |
| Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men | |
| But not these, we profound hardcore sound | |
| To MC' s thumbs down, prepare | |
| Killa bees it be warfare, this the year | |
| Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square | |
| If we go there we go gritty | |
| And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor | |
| My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs | |
| The smell of fear makes my nostrils, flair, truth or dare | |
| Ask yourself can you compare | |
| To these niggaz in the hood, | |
| Johnny B. | |
| GoodeOr he be gone, yeah | |
| The struggle goes on, you' ve been warned | |
| P. L. O. from here to | |
| Lebanon, how many bombs | |
| Must we drop in the | |
| NinetyNow | |
| Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news | |
| From Meth | |
| TicalYou gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding | |
| Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks' ll be spitting | |
| You gots to be kidding, yo | |
| It' s common sense how | |
| I master my circumference, you dense | |
| I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance | |
| Can' t be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds | |
| WuTang harvest one thousand notches above | |
| MC level, yo, | |
| I stay high as like treble | |
| Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals | |
| Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions | |
| Wack MC' s only lasted one season | |
| The morale was low at the corral | |
| Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our | |
| Aim the official, initial, is | |
| Ruler Zig | |
| ZagZig Allah | |
| All that other bullshit ain' t permissible | |
| Annual increase of the | |
| WuTang Manual | |
| Handles to a keyboard is true hiphop set tangible | |
| Illegible, every egg ain' t edible | |
| My tracks remain | |
| Unforgettable like | |
| Ol' Nat Cole | |
| Got to catch this paper to buy | |
| Shaquasia a glacier | |
| Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper | |
| Understand that the continents of | |
| Africa and | |
| AsiaAnd free the black man from the enslaved labor, | |
| WuTangThe weight of the fam is on our back and we can' t fall | |
| Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin' | |
| We came to punish the glutton with a substance | |
| That can' t be contained, | |
| WuTangMotherfuckers | |
| We be seeing y' all asses when we walk up in the club | |
| Y' all all in the back | |
| Scared to speak the speak ' cause you scared | |
| Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is | |
| All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right | |
| It' s like come on man | |
| This nigga fucked up motherfuckin' | |
| WhittakerDang, he caught | |
| WhittakerMmm hmm | |
| He caught | |
| Whittaker a long time ago | |
| Mike got touched | |
| Then Mike got touched by | |
| Holy field | |
| Holy field, yeah, word up | |
| Hey, Mike' s, | |
| Mike' s gonna forfeit this fight | |
| He ain' t fighting | |
| McDermit, he ain' t fightin'? | |
| Nope, whattup? | |
| You talkin' ' bout he, what he, what he, what he did? | |
| Told them he cut his eye, in sparring | |
| Style adoral rap pressing, | |
| David Berkowitz | |
| Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it | |
| M. G. M. front row seat tonight, no gens | |
| Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men' s | |
| Fix your sawed off, | |
| WuTang throw me off the cross | |
| All you saw was white meat, skin hangin' off | |
| These is words from the | |
| Arch Bishop, some call it six up | |
| The Betty | |
| Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor | |
| Wax janitor, black | |
| Jack Mulligan from | |
| CanadaSlam dance, tarantula style, you' se a fan of the | |
| Monopoly king, | |
| Slavic poetry | |
| Carnegie Hall' s off the hook, let' s push through the armory | |
| Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers | |
| Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless | |
| You know ' cause | |
| WuTang is invincible, you know what | |
| I mean? It' s | |
| WuTang Forever | |
| God Invincible | |
| Knahmsaying? | |
| We gonna get down with that | |
| WYou gonna get down with that | |
| WThat' s that | |
| Wu, that' s that | |
| WisdomYou know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| That' s the | |
| Wisdom of the | |
| UniverseThat' s the truth of | |
| Allah for the | |
| Nation of the | |
| GodsYou know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| We breakin' egg through these days | |
| GodYou know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| We got the fuckin' way | |
| We got the medicine for yo' sickness | |
| Out here, ya know what | |
| I mean? I was telling | |
| Shorty like | |
| Yo Shorty, you don' t even gotta go to summer school | |
| Pick up the | |
| WuTang double | |
| CDAnd you' ll get all the education you need this year | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? Their poisoned minds can' t comprehend this shit | |
| Word man, it' s | |
| WuTang Forever | |
| GodNiggaz can' t fuck with these lyrics | |
| GodYou know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| Knahmean? Oh hell no, none of this shit | |
| C' mon man, beats, lyrics man, y' all niggaz Niggaz can' t even understand half this shit | |
| Nah Man, no | |
| I think niggaz ain' t gonna figure it out till the year two | |
| G Wax niggaz ass for free or fee | |
| Word, yo, you know what? | |
| The next Wu | |
| Tang album ain' t even | |
| Comin' out until | |
| Two Thousand | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? That' s just gonna come back with a comet | |
| You hear, we gonna bring a comet Check for that shit in the millennium | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? So, yo, y' all niggaz man Be the resurrection | |
| The Gods is here man | |
| Born Gods is here Born God |
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