Wu-tang Clan - Reunited lyrics

[Intro: Roxanne] It's Wu motherf**ers, ah Wu-Tang motherf**ers [3X] It's Wu, ah goin on [Verse One: The Genius/GZA] Reunited, double LP, we're all excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked n***az come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-a** beats them n***az rap happily Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage [Verse Two: Ol Dirty ba*tard/Osirus] b**h a** n***az counterfeit the funk I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk The touch of skunk, I be f**in b**hes by the chunk my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt? b**h stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church I come like a thousand doves b**h you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love Unglove the news, watch a n***a transfuse Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the f** out Come to the cook-out, Dirty b**h at the mouth You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash [*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*] [Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherf**ers [2X] Yeah... and RZA [Verse Three: RZA] Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula Bigger dick s** enigma pistol fertilize your stigma Stinkbox, order from pink dot MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe How can I put it? Life is like video footage Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage attack when you least notice through explosive postage I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig I got the golden egg plus the goose Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle k**er instinct sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us [Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung] Is it appetite for destruction Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin Iron Lung/Twisted Metal I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow that be code named Agent Orange, k**in you slow It's only right you pay homage to those that's bout to blow like that sh** up your nose, solid as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine Drunk off of cheap wine Each line be on point when I speak mine On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter the Wu Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through [Outro: Roxanne] It's Wu motherf**ers, Wu-Tang motherf**ers [6X] [*violins play on for a while*] It's Wu motherf**ers, Wu-Tang motherf**ers [5X] Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng Wu-Tannnnnnnng [Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii [Roxanne] And RZA...