Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - Campfire lyrics

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Today I'll talk about kindness

Justice, faith and kindness

I want you to listen carefully

Kindness and faith, are the foundation

Without them, we can't become good people

And with justice, we know we can lead a good life

And how can I be a good man then, eh?

Well, first of all, you have to practice honesty

Uhmm...

Keep your temper, never lose control of yourself

Keep control...

Be patient, if you learn to do these things, you can master anything





Out of nowhere, there came a caravan

This was around a campfire light

A lovely woman in motion

Her hair was as dark as the night





Cruising on the interstate, just follow while I innovate

Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate

Front and get ya dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait

I'm trying to bring the "Sexy Back" like Timbaland and Timberlake

Spitting like a calico, kush from a Cali hoe

Tell that joker "tally ho", put shots in that Denali, yo

RZA you know how we go, on them 20's, that's how we roll

And I don't eat berries but eat a Berry like Halle though

The game criminal, my, my chain figaro

My, my dames pigeon-toed, I'm still the same nigga though

Uh, kid rock a fitted low, still got a wicked flow

And I'm like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw





On anything that RZA throw, Ironman's invisible

I left my chick for cheating on me, now that bitch is miserable

Popping bottles, painting hella Wallo's on my physical

We gon' have a ball, might as well pick a testicle

Purple haze festivals, smoke a nigga like a bowl

F**k a coma, now the state you laying is a vegetable

You wanna see me? Like you ain't checkable

You like a CD, I burn you and I wrecked a few...









Only God, has lept into avenged mind

And can, distinguish good, from evil

Hahaha (Aiyo Cappa)





We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out

Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house

Call me a dreamer, but I hustle for real

You thought that I fell off but now I'm attacking the field

All in Chicago, grinding, putting it down

Crush blocks of MC's, I ain't playing around

Yo, you heard me on The Bassment, giving it to 'em

Fake dudes hiding theyself, but I could see through 'em

Diggler, what? I'm trying to live and raise kids

While you throwing up ya sign, I'm laying 'em down, kid

Plus, I'm back home now, doing my thing

Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring









A good friend, holds his drink

Bad company makes bad wine!

Drinking among friends

Red wine means a good life

A few drinks bring comfort

Two drinks are enough

Money can't buy courage

Riches mean nothing to us

Brilliant, a display of genius









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