Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - And You Don't Stop lyrics

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Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
 Niggas like Method Man, Redman
 Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?
 Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
 I don't need no introductions, Cat
 Whuuuuut

 I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
 I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought
 I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
 I feel assurin' durin', also glad
 Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
 Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun
 I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
 You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course
 Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
 If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it
 Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
 Yo, I'm born to be, MC history
 Rhyming on time because that's the deal
 You're only as fresh as your ass feel
 Other MC's, you are bound to fall
 Cuz your real world is not a world at all

 1 - Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
 Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
 Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'
 Techique too deadly
 Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
 Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout
 Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again
 When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in

 Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
 One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement
 Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
 Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
 He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene
 These cats over here got glock holdin' him down
 These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything
 Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my
 Agent high told best friend of the wine

 Still drunk offa cheap wine
 Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
 Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
 Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind
 Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
 While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
 Now fuck around

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 Down wit the all and together down crew
 The jizza, the rizza, me of course too
 The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
 That's what's made, well made is on my workshop
 You was unable plus earn advance
 Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
 They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
 Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
 Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
 Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics
 I became a wrecker through my amplifier
 Break it down base, treble through my dancer
 That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music
 It's not classic, arabic, or basic
 It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
 If not don't you pick me and forget me

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