Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - Global Politics songtekst

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[Chorus (x2): Joe Mafia]
 Global thug politics, every man in his argument
 We form as one, who can abolish it?
 Projects the heart of this
 Catch heat, but 4 novelists
 The pain is deep, try and swallow this

 [12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu]
 Niggaz know my steez, I jet to D.C.
 Chromed-down M3, nigga that play B.E.T.
 Joe Clair, why these faggot-ass niggaz stare?
 Don't they know my man carry big bear and don't care?
 They say he hold a nigga fruit like pear
 Pussy, come here, let me whisper in your ear
 I make your clit disappear
 I play the wizard, bring blizzard
 4-4 heavy when I left it, Puffy shit I dis it
 For them locks, I bring Vietnam shots
 If you dare beatbox down my block
 Pussy-ass niggaz gotta hire cops
 Remember one thing, Wu niggaz don't stop

 [Joe Mafia]
 It's like sortin out down a fresh bundle
 Drain my pain on your brain muscle
 The custle, 2 cats to die hustlin
 Fiend creamin men, lavish establishment
 Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die filithy rich
 Kille the benidict, chicks get the rented dick
 Tossin heads off, the venomous sunnin the latest
 My whole team roll to blow steam
 Put you in a smash, nickel gleam
 tied to your ass, roll out the welcome mat
 The red carpet war onslaught, you the target
 I'm black market when the NARC's hiss, spittin the sharp shit
 Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A
 Sippin on cabosi-ay, who could take a lose a day?
 Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my style shifted
 Them out-of-town niggaz tried to quiz it, cockin the biscuit
 Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the tied to nose
 Long-dickin in and out of hoes without the specticles

 [Chorus (x2)]

 [Myalansky]
 Cut you at the side of your face, keep my dart bent
 Benz wagon limo tint, play me, my flick
 Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble with large chips
 Project scandles I handle, still on some calm shit
 Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for cross water
 Myalansky, As astatsian type, pearl torture
 Street cat burn your empire, your sin of course sourcer
 Arm-leg-head, duct tape, now torcher
 Vet kid responsible, word is his mouth leaked
 Claimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south street
 Hit him once we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep
 Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seat
 Little Mickey start from right hand, J.Jeep
 Teflon, King of New York, stupid you mad meef
 Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my babies
 Global thug politics, black, Raigan was crazy

 [Napolean]
 We rob ambulances, mid-seller like Mid Los Angeles
 Thoughts is spannin like boleta and co-plots of bandits
 Natural advantage, you take life for granted
 Livin savage, even moose know how it is to manage
 Wicked as nimrod, flower bands with black hands
 Run with cats who cop Porsches, flee from their fans
 Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die with coke in their nostrils
 and burnin fossils, on death beds in cold hospitals
 It's logical, don't think it's impossible
 Rip tracks with Rae' and Ghost possible
 Blessed with insisted stroll insite
 to attract Godesses with tropics rays of sunlight
 Get to right, nigga, snakes slither
 in the form of the Amazon River
 Kidnappin parrots, if they snitch, I deliver
 their tongue, bandits stress to where the seed dress
 who confess, I possess the men-tal of an Aztec
 Get your ass wettened while you peep this
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