Living In The World Today Lyrics - Genius

Well if you livin in the world today 

You be hearing the slang that the Wu-Tang say 

Niggas that front we don't have em 

So we blast em, alright, well OK 

Well if you like the way it sound then clap man 

And if the women love it too well then raise your hands 

But only raise your hands if you're sure 

Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it 

My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination 

Was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the station 

Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it 

Gassed up, fuckin with some regular unleaded shit 

Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that 

Bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope 

Heavily armed military is necessary, it's a gamble 

MC's bet they best at every 

Powerful parable ditties might harm 

If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs 

Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic 

Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive 

Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle 

Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled 

Now who could ever say they heard of this? 

My motherfuckin style is mad murderous 

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Well if you like the way it sound then clap man 

And if the women love it too well then raise your hands 

But only raise your hands if you're sure 

Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it 

Well if you livin in the world today 

You be hearing the slang that the Wu-Tang say 

Niggas that front we don't have em 

So we blast em, alright, well OK 

Well what you know about MCin? 

Yo, I know a lot 

Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga? 

Huh, I'd rather not 

I'm talkin bout stacks cousin 

Nigga that's what I got 

Cash Rules the world 

Well Cash Rules the spot 

Photos 

My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed 

Of niggas who think it ain't like that 

MC's are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks 

Them God struck, religious niggas call it bad luck 

Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web 

Now bees are stingin, yo that niggas em-singin 

I'm just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards 

Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws 

I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor 

MC's be out like bank robbers 

Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor 

DJ the getaway driver 

Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes 

On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives 

Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it 

Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate 

For fat tapes and then played out and out of date 

Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate 

And from that point, the God made a statement 

Draftin tracements, replacements in basements 

Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box 

And microscopic optics received through the boxes 

Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical 

Punchlines, that's unstoppable 

Ring like shots from Glocks that attract cops 

Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop 

But we only increase if everything is peace 

Father U C King the police 

Well if you livin in the world today 

You be hearing the slang that the Wu-Tang say 

Niggas that front we don't have em 

So we blast em, alright, well OK 

Well if you like the way it sound then clap man 

And if the women love it too well then raise your hands 

But only raise your hands if you're sure 

Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it