Текст песни Rushing Elephants - Wu-Tang Clan
Yo,
yo,
yo,
what
up
kid?
Yo,
these
niggaz
is
back,
son
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
I'm
telling
you,
spit
that,
done
it
nigga
Yeah...
yeah...
yeah,
yeah,
I
seen
it
like
a
Zenith,
man
You
hear
me
man?
Word
up,
man,
ya'll
know
what
it
is
It's
on
again,
man,
for
real,
Top
Gun,
what
what
Aiyo,
we
came
through
thumping
like
elephants
The
new
Range
is
super-charged,
I
remains
intelligent
Back
to
the
formula,
lord,
hard
grammar
This
is
God
school,
make
sure
the
lobby
ain't
jammed
up
Excalibur
swords,
T-Rexes,
bibles
of
rhymes
We
in
the
lunchroom,
weed
and
veggies
for
breakfast
Polo
campus,
sicker
lances,
the
crisp
Hundred
dollar
kick
niggas,
that
be
showing
you
hand
steps
Back
to
the
dormatory,
where
niggas
Broke
my
forearm
and
index
finger,
now
you
write
glory
True
holding
my
flag,
it's
all
engraved
in
my
blade
So
when
I
wave
it,
you
gon'
say
Rae
mad
Now
it's
28
Days
Later,
now
Wu's
up,
do
something,
you
can't
It's
blood
in
my
eye,
I
might
get
amped
To
rip
something
down,
the
billboard
holders
is
back
So
when
you
see
me,
you
gon'
say
he
gets
down
From
darkness
to
DNA,
I
move
with
my
brother
And
we
resonate,
energy
that
shifts
in
colors
Bringing
MC's
punishment,
then
I'm
done
with
it
The
meter
leave
way
on
the
fast
break,
I
run
with
it
It
was
not
a
hobby,
but
a
childhood
passion
That
had
started
in
the
lobby
and
was
quicky
fashioned
Every
line
to
line,
bar
for
bar
is
clockwork
Hazardous
and
powerful
enough
to
have
your
block
hurt
Check
the
total
amount
of
MC's
inflicted
With
torture,
from
moving
with
work
that's
restricted
We
criticize
producers
til
they
joints
are
right
Then
acupuncture
the
track
with
pinpoints
of
light
Hitting
them
from
well
conceiled
firing
positions
With
explosiveness
that'll
make
the
deaf
listen
Drastic,
pyroclastic,
connected
with
the
same
old
Down
the
dangerous
slopes
of
an
active
volcano
Blitz
like
the
Green
Bay
Packers,
sack
like
the
linebackers
Hang
with
niggas,
like
redneck
crackers
Strangle
cold
bottles
of
Beck's,
like
a
vexed
German
Duck
low
behind
the
car,
my
tech
burning
Neck
burning,
from
eight
karats
of
sunlight
Absorbed,
in
the
grill,
Big
Pun
like
Lord
of
the
Wu-Tang
sword,
know
what
that
means?
Like
J.R.
Tolkien,
it's
the
Lord
of
the
Rings
This
is
my
man,
Chef,
auto,
like
Grand
Theft
Auto
The
18th
letter,
followed
by
the
mark
of
Zorro
Plus
A,
not
for
apple,
but
I
pack
an
apple
Shorty
try
to
buck
back,
and
knock
me
off
the
saddle
Caramel,
pecan,
sundae,
Pregline
Plump
breasts,
was
filled
with
saline
Her
big
booty
cousin,
nasty
Nadine
Get
you
on
the
floor,
whore
tried
to
double
team
Is
he
still
that
nucca?
Is
he
in
the
hood
like
that?
Is
he
really
strapped?
Will
he
really
split
yo'
shit?
I
thought
you
said
he
rap?
Pull
up
in
the
yard,
ten
sets
He
ain't
flexing,
microphone
ripping,
heat
holding
Who
testing?
Rope-a-dope
his
black
lotus
Can't
quote
this,
chat
with
the
sword
tongue
Duck
when
the
axe
is
swinging,
wild
Apache
drum
Crazy
Horse
kicking
his
thoughts,
he
won't
quit
Can't
tell
'em
nothing,
he
grown,
give
the
man
room
Space
was
demanded,
beat
banging
through
the
speaker
Voice,
heat
seek
missle,
guided
at
the
listener
Swing
to
the
gospel,
catch
up
and
wet
at
the
brothel
Unstoppable,
direction
of
my
flow,
optional
To
the
ear,
depending
on
the
current
of
air,
the
crowd's
in
1 Tar Pit
2 Weak Spot
3 16th Chamber (O.D.B. Special)
4 Campfire
5 Life Changes
6 Rushing Elephants
7 Sunlight
8 Take It Back
9 Windmill
10 Unpredictable
11 Wolves
12 Gun Will Go
13 Starter
14 The Heart Gently Weeps
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