[00:00.000] 作词 : Wu-Tang Clan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Wu-Tang Clan
[00:03.276] I despise your killing and raping
[00:06.941] You're despicable (Are you my judge?)
[00:11.597] It's just you should be punished
[00:14.680] I'm gonna chop off your arm, so are you ready?
[00:22.412] (Verse 1: U-God)
[00:26.095] Check these high hats sling tings movin' through the rubbish
[00:28.595] Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
[00:30.926] Time's tickin', erupt misconduct
[00:32.977] Enterin' one funk before the drum dry up
[00:35.407] Dial, style, jab vocab slow
[00:37.932] Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
[00:40.268] Tap dance swellin', Hemingway novel model
[00:42.648] For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
[00:44.936] Cut down, come with somethin' that's round and profound
[00:47.258] Blood brothers, people of colors, we get down
[00:49.487] Watch this fly, force feed things bein' said
[00:51.957] Nine Diagram acid black evil red leathers
[00:54.582] Mic half a dangle, serious a man
[00:56.686] My mic clapper death wish, everlastin' plan
[00:59.007] Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
[01:01.338] Night champion, old villain style seamer
[01:03.685] Kiss a spider, Seagal saga why bother
[01:06.101] Godfather talk drama, fly swatters
[01:10.267] Number two, Chao San Poi
[01:12.760] (Verse 2: GZA)
[01:13.096] This Wu shit be hard to kill at full blown
[01:15.426] Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
[01:17.833] Pro tools editin' tracks that's rough
[01:20.076] 'Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough
[01:22.477] So we attack this, and grab all within reach
[01:24.733] Throw a scrap back to niggas, perfect your own speech
[01:27.125] Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
[01:29.464] Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
[01:31.712] Niggas look on and get hooked on this mic line
[01:34.450] Reeled in and shipped through the pipeline
[01:36.690] LPs delivered with style and potential
[01:38.908] Niggas flowin' smoothly in a sequential order
[01:41.982] Revealin' hidden tape recorders
[01:43.635] Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura
[01:45.994] (Verse 3: Raekwon)
[01:46.223] Twist the DAC up, them niggas with math is back up
[01:48.329] Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
[01:50.823] Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
[01:53.399] Two Kahluas, one chick, she's German Luger
[01:55.433] Get the shit on
[01:56.098] Light a fresh pack, bust it open with the seal on, dunn
[01:58.696] Deal on this, with the real on
[02:00.147] Necks rocky ring, call it the Decatur
[02:02.408] Slang souffléer, home decorater, player
[02:04.617] Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
[02:07.010] Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
[02:09.354] Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
[02:12.268] He killed the God, might as well throw a chair at me
[02:14.242] (Verse 4: RZA)
[02:14.435] Yo, MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder?
[02:16.553] Tell you the truth, it's just one nation under a groove
[02:19.607] Gettin' down for the funk of it
[02:21.542] Like Fred Sanford in the biz...
[02:23.063] Yo, inhale this paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia
[02:26.043] Melba the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
[02:28.428] 'Bout the group recruit, we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's
[02:30.758] Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
[02:32.958] Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported chambers been recorded
[02:36.554] You're ****in' with the loops, time for royalty audit
[02:38.989] Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
[02:42.479] Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
[02:44.806] Then grew to a physical body with five meridians
[02:47.206] As the pendulum swings closer to the millennium 2000
[02:50.030] Wickedness is spread amongst my citizen
[02:51.975] I gotta muscle the industrial to make a hustle
[02:54.323] And politic with Lyor and Russell
[02:55.725] When niggas is still rush in and brush you
[02:57.055] He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
[03:00.031] (Verse 5: Masta Killa)
[03:01.186] Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain
[03:03.476] Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian heights
[03:05.680] As I recite this medley, niggas couldn't **** with the
[03:08.469] Deadly ground I hold down
[03:10.005] Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceilin'
[03:12.999] Panic and confusion echoes through the building
[03:15.269] Continuin' to build, I strive for perfection
[03:17.644] Driven by the will to live, Glocks I hold
[03:20.034] Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
[03:22.689] Look for means of survival and who's liable
[03:25.115] For this harrowin' experience
[03:26.703] You scream for the extreme
[03:28.438] Fiend for the capo regimes of the Wu-Tang Academy
[03:31.375] To **** up your anatomy with assault and battery
[03:36.237] Number two, Chao San Poi
[03:41.248] Number two, Chao San Poi
[03:43.704] He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
[03:49.072] Number one, Yen Chang Wa
[03:52.190] He's an adulterer, don't trust him
[03:55.327] Number two, Chao San Poi
[04:00.030] Number two, Chao San Poi
[04:07.034] He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
[04:11.826] I despise your killing, and raping
[04:15.771] You're... despicable
[04:17.964] Are you, my judge?
[04:20.289] It's just... you should be punished
[04:22.659] I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
[04:26.520] I despise your killing, and raping
[04:29.906] You're... despicable
[04:32.323] Are you, my judge?
[04:34.789] It's just... you should be punished
[04:37.293] I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?