Lyrics Older Gods - Wu-Tang Clan
Aiyo
I
roll
like
a
Bat
Out
of
Hell,
evil
acapell's
fly
Spitting
out
of
my
grill
before
I
hit
the
sky
With
springtime
colors,
juicy
as
a
Sunkist
Certain
broads
double
Dutch
this,
they
carve
it
in
they
wrist
Pillsbury
blazes,
straightening
combs
left
on
the
stove
Crumbs
in
my
lady
hair,
plus
yours,
the
look
gold
God,
the
old
chain
and
ball
technique,
got
these
Vegetable
lasagne
niggas
in
they
whips,
jumping
out
they
seats
18
Bronzeman
Part
II
We
like
Dorothy
Hamill
on
ice,
we
in
your
hood
we
might
circle
Hats
down
low
in
the
Range,
switch
lanes
Change
my
tire,
peel
out,
real
loud
on
the
stage
yo
I
shitted
on
your
hood
kid,
I
shitted
on
your
hood
Got
to
your
burner
too
late,
I'm
looking
real
good
Draped
out,
shining
like
a
fresh
fifty
cent
piece
"Yo
girlfriend,
come
here,
oh
shit,
you
my
man's
niece"
The
gourmet
pocket
twenty,
bombs
made
of
clay
Sexcapades
take
place,
we
fucking
forty
eight
shades
Might
walk
up
in
your
studio,
time
slap
your
engineer
Lighter
fluid
to
DAT
style,
hand
me
the
matches
now
Aiyo
rainbow
Roley
on
the
wrist,
now
what's
this
Niggas
bless
this,
eight
and
a
half,
Bally
banana
twist
E
shakes,
puffing
on
lye,
feeding
the
seed's
plate
Pulling
out
old
.38s
to
rob
gates
Major
wake
up,
the
kid
tell
tales,
make
a
nigga
head
wake
up
Beats
break,
the
nigga
whipped,
take
off
his
time
Honolulu
status,
gladdest,
the
rich
rock
cabbage
And
dollar
vans
grands,
that
nigga
mad
savage
Stationary
Hall
of
Justice,
niggas
came
clumped
out
Just
came
home,
now
they
bunked
out
Money
be
longer
than
triple
life,
till
the
Sun
burn
out
That's
my
word,
move
it
with
the
burner
out
Fidel
way
of
thinking,
roll
with
the
Mac
bent
Ac-10
Most
of
my
team,
Five
Percent
Check
what
the
live
said,
rolling
with
Guess
vests
pedestrians
Yo,
holding
my
nuts,
fucking
thousand
dollar
lesbians
Yo,
the
Older
God
put
me
on
to
how
to
rock
this
Maintain
360
Lord
live
prosperous
It
only
takes
a
lesson
a
day,
just
to
analyze
life
One
time
in
the
respectable
mind
Let
the
shot
spark,
soon
as
his
pit
bull
barks
Tire
scars
from
skid
marks
leaves
from
jams
in
school
parks
Witness
forget
his
original
statement
Even
in
protection
programs
there's
no
escapement
Gunned
down,
three
in
town
hit
king
from
seven
crowns
Spent
rounds,
catch
him
while
he
rhyme
in
the
Zebra
Lounge
Wounded,
back
in
the
'83
summer
heat
Up
in
3-0-9
park,
rhyming
off
the
drummer's
beat
I
stalk
the
city
streets
demonstrating
mic
wrecks
All
looking
stank,
I
ain't
playing
with
a
full
deck
And
as
they
nervously
stare,
I
know
they
scared
They
saw
the
coming
of
Wu
in
neon
in
Times
Square
Household
name
assassin,
Killa
Bee
Mill
to
the
grain
that
posess
the
Wu
trilogy
Quick
to
spot
those
that
bite
camoflouge
and
blend
Those
that
got
styles,
they
got
identical
twins
Don't
stretch
the
small
thing,
copycats
are
finicky
Without
skills,
they
master
the
art
of
mimicry
But
I
go
line
for
line
on
the
whole
page
Your
unspotted
life
on
the
mic
is
old
age
1 Impossible
2 Second Coming
3 Heaterz
4 Hellz Wind Staff
5 Dog Sh*t
6 Maria
7 Cash Still Rules / Scary Hours (Still Don't Nothing Move But the Money)
8 A Better Tomorrow
9 For Heavens Sake
10 Visionz
11 It's Yourz
12 As High as Wu-Tang Get
13 Bells of War
14 Black Shampoo
15 Duck Seazon
16 Intro
17 Older Gods
18 Severe Punishment
19 The City
20 The Closing
21 The M.G.M.
22 The Projects
23 Little Ghetto Boys
24 Wu-Revolution
25 Reunited
26 Triumph (feat. Cappadonna)
27 Deadly Melody
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