Deadly Melody
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โฑ๏ธ 4:20 duration
๐ ID: 1902896
๐ Lyrics
As we return, to the 36 Chambers
The RZA, the GZA, the Ol Dirty BZA
U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
Don't forget about the Masta, yo
Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin'
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents from
The volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry
Peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics
The rigorous training methods of the Abbott
Incite overseas to opposition, penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin' down your resistance, leavin' competition defenseless
Masta, Hip-hop antagonizer
Dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer
Psssh, yo, pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets, address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback
Play out in sweet action packed rap
Bite it, stomp on a beat
Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses
Cock back my tongue like a hammer
My head is like a nickel-plated bammer
Spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull, without penetratin' your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programmin' fat tracks at Camp Cristal
Home on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in
The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta life one fuckin' finga
Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer
We duckin' the subpeona
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina
Check the 150 millimeter, heater
As it blows holes through your fuckin' speaker
Makin' you weaker creepin' inches centimeters
Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin
That go to Masapeaqua
Things'll never be the same, after this one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came for one accord
For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son
Play them crows out position
You might hear me but you don't listen
Competition come and get some on
Red marker still bleedin', through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder caper
I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat 'em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
Y'all niggaz can't fuck with us
Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin' me
Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so ha lo ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
It's like, stalkin' through your airport with a chunky nine
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take 'em to court
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo, it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O. slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
The RZA, the GZA, the Ol Dirty BZA
U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
Don't forget about the Masta, yo
Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin'
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents from
The volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry
Peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics
The rigorous training methods of the Abbott
Incite overseas to opposition, penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin' down your resistance, leavin' competition defenseless
Masta, Hip-hop antagonizer
Dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer
Psssh, yo, pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets, address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback
Play out in sweet action packed rap
Bite it, stomp on a beat
Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses
Cock back my tongue like a hammer
My head is like a nickel-plated bammer
Spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull, without penetratin' your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programmin' fat tracks at Camp Cristal
Home on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in
The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta life one fuckin' finga
Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer
We duckin' the subpeona
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina
Check the 150 millimeter, heater
As it blows holes through your fuckin' speaker
Makin' you weaker creepin' inches centimeters
Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin
That go to Masapeaqua
Things'll never be the same, after this one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came for one accord
For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son
Play them crows out position
You might hear me but you don't listen
Competition come and get some on
Red marker still bleedin', through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder caper
I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat 'em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
Y'all niggaz can't fuck with us
Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin' me
Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so ha lo ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
It's like, stalkin' through your airport with a chunky nine
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take 'em to court
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo, it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O. slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.86] As we return, to the 36 Chambers
[00:06.25] The RZA, the GZA, the Ol Dirty BZA
[00:10.73] U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
[00:13.24] And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
[00:17.91] Don't forget about the Masta, yo
[00:21.58] Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin'
[00:24.84] Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
[00:27.49] Your stamina level is low, like currents from
[00:30.23] The volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
[00:33.28] At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry
[00:36.72] Peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
[00:39.36] Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
[00:42.25] By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
[00:44.46] I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics
[00:47.52] The rigorous training methods of the Abbott
[00:50.85] Incite overseas to opposition, penetrates then infiltrates
[00:54.63] Breakin' down your resistance, leavin' competition defenseless
[00:58.42] Masta, Hip-hop antagonizer
[01:01.24] Dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer
[01:04.20] Psssh, yo, pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
[01:07.90] Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke
[01:10.61] Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
[01:13.42] Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke
[01:16.03] Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
[01:18.79] Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
[01:21.38] Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
[01:24.17] See me on the streets, address me stone bringer
[01:26.65] Ease away, freeze back, feedback
[01:28.50] Play out in sweet action packed rap
[01:30.43] Bite it, stomp on a beat
[01:32.24] Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
[01:34.86] Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses
[01:37.49] Cock back my tongue like a hammer
[01:39.18] My head is like a nickel-plated bammer
[01:41.20] Spit forty-five caliber grammar
[01:43.09] At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
[01:45.36] Crack your skull, without penetratin' your skin
[01:47.94] Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
[01:50.79] Spent the weekend programmin' fat tracks at Camp Cristal
[01:53.59] Home on the range, rebel with a pen
[01:56.33] Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
[01:59.00] Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
[02:00.96] Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in
[02:03.39] The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya
[02:06.37] I ain't gotta life one fuckin' finga
[02:09.09] Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer
[02:11.24] We duckin' the subpeona
[02:12.70] Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina
[02:15.31] Check the 150 millimeter, heater
[02:17.50] As it blows holes through your fuckin' speaker
[02:19.61] Makin' you weaker creepin' inches centimeters
[02:22.22] Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin
[02:25.00] That go to Masapeaqua
[02:26.33] Things'll never be the same, after this one
[02:28.95] Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one
[02:31.50] Recognize the Gods came for one accord
[02:33.82] For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son
[02:37.02] Play them crows out position
[02:39.16] You might hear me but you don't listen
[02:41.02] Competition come and get some on
[02:42.46] Red marker still bleedin', through the paper
[02:45.10] Of his sick premeditated, murder caper
[02:47.79] I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
[02:50.15] Watch Street eat 'em up, cold crush, bumrush
[02:52.68] Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
[02:55.79] Y'all niggaz can't fuck with us
[02:58.15] Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin' me
[03:00.94] Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
[03:04.04] Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
[03:06.64] It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so ha lo ha
[03:09.14] Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
[03:11.68] Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change
[03:14.44] Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
[03:16.91] It's like, stalkin' through your airport with a chunky nine
[03:19.87] The undervolt Staten New York
[03:22.22] Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take 'em to court
[03:25.12] It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
[03:27.94] Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
[03:30.86] Yo, it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
[03:34.17] Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
[03:35.99] Keeps the iron, where the head rest for the conquest
[03:38.28] Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
[03:41.72] Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
[03:44.42] By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
[03:46.68] These crime situations, I stay in man formation
[03:49.58] And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
[03:52.30] P.L.O. slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
[03:54.90] Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
[03:57.56] I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos
[04:00.43] My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
[04:03.36]
[00:06.25] The RZA, the GZA, the Ol Dirty BZA
[00:10.73] U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
[00:13.24] And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
[00:17.91] Don't forget about the Masta, yo
[00:21.58] Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin'
[00:24.84] Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
[00:27.49] Your stamina level is low, like currents from
[00:30.23] The volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
[00:33.28] At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry
[00:36.72] Peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
[00:39.36] Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
[00:42.25] By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
[00:44.46] I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics
[00:47.52] The rigorous training methods of the Abbott
[00:50.85] Incite overseas to opposition, penetrates then infiltrates
[00:54.63] Breakin' down your resistance, leavin' competition defenseless
[00:58.42] Masta, Hip-hop antagonizer
[01:01.24] Dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer
[01:04.20] Psssh, yo, pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
[01:07.90] Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke
[01:10.61] Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
[01:13.42] Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke
[01:16.03] Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
[01:18.79] Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
[01:21.38] Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
[01:24.17] See me on the streets, address me stone bringer
[01:26.65] Ease away, freeze back, feedback
[01:28.50] Play out in sweet action packed rap
[01:30.43] Bite it, stomp on a beat
[01:32.24] Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
[01:34.86] Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses
[01:37.49] Cock back my tongue like a hammer
[01:39.18] My head is like a nickel-plated bammer
[01:41.20] Spit forty-five caliber grammar
[01:43.09] At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
[01:45.36] Crack your skull, without penetratin' your skin
[01:47.94] Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
[01:50.79] Spent the weekend programmin' fat tracks at Camp Cristal
[01:53.59] Home on the range, rebel with a pen
[01:56.33] Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
[01:59.00] Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
[02:00.96] Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in
[02:03.39] The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya
[02:06.37] I ain't gotta life one fuckin' finga
[02:09.09] Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer
[02:11.24] We duckin' the subpeona
[02:12.70] Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina
[02:15.31] Check the 150 millimeter, heater
[02:17.50] As it blows holes through your fuckin' speaker
[02:19.61] Makin' you weaker creepin' inches centimeters
[02:22.22] Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin
[02:25.00] That go to Masapeaqua
[02:26.33] Things'll never be the same, after this one
[02:28.95] Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one
[02:31.50] Recognize the Gods came for one accord
[02:33.82] For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son
[02:37.02] Play them crows out position
[02:39.16] You might hear me but you don't listen
[02:41.02] Competition come and get some on
[02:42.46] Red marker still bleedin', through the paper
[02:45.10] Of his sick premeditated, murder caper
[02:47.79] I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
[02:50.15] Watch Street eat 'em up, cold crush, bumrush
[02:52.68] Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
[02:55.79] Y'all niggaz can't fuck with us
[02:58.15] Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin' me
[03:00.94] Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
[03:04.04] Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
[03:06.64] It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so ha lo ha
[03:09.14] Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
[03:11.68] Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change
[03:14.44] Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
[03:16.91] It's like, stalkin' through your airport with a chunky nine
[03:19.87] The undervolt Staten New York
[03:22.22] Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take 'em to court
[03:25.12] It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
[03:27.94] Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
[03:30.86] Yo, it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
[03:34.17] Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
[03:35.99] Keeps the iron, where the head rest for the conquest
[03:38.28] Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
[03:41.72] Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
[03:44.42] By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
[03:46.68] These crime situations, I stay in man formation
[03:49.58] And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
[03:52.30] P.L.O. slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
[03:54.90] Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
[03:57.56] I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos
[04:00.43] My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
[04:03.36]