homcides illegal and death is the penalty, what justfies the homicide, when he dies?
^^^ his entire verse in da mystery of chessboxin is insane
homcides illegal and death is the penalty, what justfies the homicide, when he dies?
^^^ his entire verse in da mystery of chessboxin is insane
GOAT Album - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers
Wu Gambino
Da mystery of chess boxing
Exacute them
winnerExecute them
hmm, something like that, yup (add U-God)
bring back begongo!!
Many people have said this before but this just proves it^
Masta Killa
Inspectah Deck
U-God
Should drop an Ironman-like album.
PEACE
And on a similar note I was feeling "Run 4 Cover" & "Enjoy Da Ride" a lot so
I thought a:
Method Man
Streetlife
Redman
Album would be crazy as well...on some "Blunt Brothers" vibe!!!
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That would be ....Exectute Them....From: Killa-Bees ~ The Swarm
Yeah I feel you for real....
Masta Killa
Inspectah Deck
U-god
~
Method Man
Streetlife
Redman
That would be perfect in my opinion...
Or maybe switch U-God with GZA!!!!!!!!!!
On some Assassination type vibe.
alright I got a quick question
what's the song with the Masta Killa lyric that goes something like
"slit the stomach so the body wont float, we vigilant, infinite patience, I stand as commandin chief, mad thorough..."
fuckin killing me to try to remember
I Think his most well written verse was on A Better Tomorrow but his best based on flow and delivery was Chessboxin and Winter Warz at a close second for me.
heh. Yeah I've even slept on Masta but I've tried to go back and carefully analyze him. He's definitely a solid artist and deserves more credit.Aiyo, spit that shit, that make niggaz wanna lick they glock
When I grab the microphone, I can't stop
Respect to Quiet Storm for the signature
Wu-Gambino
God steppin forth upon holy ground of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under
Cuz I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killa tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, laid to rest
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