Wu-tang Clan - Pioneer The Frontier lyrics

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Wu-tang Clan - Pioneer The Frontier lyrics

[Refrain, Ol Dirty ba*tard] Enter the Wu-Tang zone Enter the Wu-Tang zone Enter the Wu-Tang zone Enter the Wu-Tang zone [Verse 1, RZA] We don't hunt deer Vegetarian dishes from the concierge Presidential suites, presidential treats Brazilian models, oiling up my feet 10 days a month, my girl pays for lunch 3 days a week, we work out at Crunch Time after time, line after line Our stock increases, rhyme after rhyme In the valley, of San Fernando Found Q-Tip's wallet in El Segundo Prolly been spotted on Telemundo With more wild cards than a box of Uno That spin like propeller, my dog like Old Yeller Holler at the moon, my goons at Coachella [Refrain] [Verse 2, U-God] I got my hands in the pot, 500 grand in the yacht I'm the dope man with plans to expand on every block Wu-brand, legendary hands, hard as penitentiary rock Now put that to your temple, the Wu symbol's bout to drop Insert the beam on my Glock, got that lean in my bottle What that mean? High self esteem, straight cream on the top Riding chops similar to UFC kickbox, kick rocks Dirty trucker pit stops, sh**, grams in a Ziploc Watch how the pitbull lock his jaws, then lock your doors Feds watch the boards, hip hop spills out my pores I be raw, 4 plus 4, but 7 more The Clan rock the tours, we be them reservoir dogs [Hook, RZA] Pioneer the frontier Pioneer the frontier Pioneer the frontier Pioneer the frontier [Verse 3, Inspectah Deck] Guaranteed I bang hard I plan to leave the game large, no brainwash The devil himself could not persuade God, my blade's sharp Circle my square, I dare you Braveheart Before I leave your head in your hands, what's your name, huh? My lines get in your cells like 7 Ls Any problem, I address you like I'm sending you mail Let me do well, they'd rather see me dead or in jail But let it be my life story if they ever do tell Know I died for what I live An intimate connection for that infinite reflection That's my wife and my kids, there's a price on my lid So now my stock's high and shots fired My n***as who was tight with the kid I'm hot as Hell's Kitchen with the oven on Deck bomb, teflon the rappers nothing to a don If I'm fronting then respond If not, throw up your arms, it's the k**er Bee swarm And your set, the f** is y'all? [Verse 4, Masta k**a] You entering the 36, mastering the 18 , hands down, I crush bricks Backs that'll break bats, this is what y'all wanted back Cla**ic Wu RZA track with mathematic actual facts That weigh heavy, the universal striking attack Dance the drunken medley, long axe blade, machete The shallow stepping ninja [Hook]

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