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Lab Drunk Lyrics - Rza As Bobby Digital In Stereo - Rza

Wu Tang worldwide Wu Tang Bobby Digital worldwide 

Worldwide word up all y'all crab M-C's out there 

Let me spark y'all like this one time 

 

Yo I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles chrome bowls 

Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles 

To ya head you'll be spread across the floor 

And ain't headed for a bead of roses 

Needle threaded one jaw have said it 

By the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship 

Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can't stay a-float 

You sink to the brink of extincted animals 

While I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals 

Steal stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences 

Quick to detect your intentions, if they're wicked 

Meditate, build the house on the next dimension 

My flow is co-hension, you'll be startled 

 

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk 

Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 

Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 

Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 

But fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung 

 

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk 

Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 

Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 

Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 

But fuck it, I got to spit this verse, yo 

 

Pound drop your head to the canvas 

It's like you got no fuckin' manners 

You be duckin' hammers, we be clutchin' banners 

Touchin' amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers 

Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the canister 

You can't compare to an atom of my hair 

While my verbal shot be drillin' through the cave of your ear 

Recochet to the ceilin', the desert eagle hemisphere 

Deflect off your medula, exit off to the rear 

MCin' is easier to me than breathin' 

And makin' beats to me is easier than bein' 

Killin' vibes is easier than seein' 

I be geein', and fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin' 

Bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez 

Plot by rocks, wildily ghost, still needle flyin' trees 

My mind sees all of the unusual energies 

Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze? 

 

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk 

Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 

Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 

Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 

But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung 

 

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk 

Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 

Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 

Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 

But fuck it, I got to spit it 

 

Yo, your floweress is powerless against me 

Your cowardess attack can master track alchemist raps 

Rap Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, Lex bullet 4 

Millennium falcon, just to protect the Wu-Tang's sacred valium 

Chased by Jake's planes, I race state's police 

We slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts 

Unpredictable pain is inflictable 

Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you 

1.9 level meter, son, you just skipped on my class 

Is here to rap camera classes, hi-jack these bus passes 

This system was symphonic, jacked with no masses 

Sound systems blast-es, rhyme system was writin', well-casted 

Strong as safari hunter, calm in black mongo 

Un-plug the dynamic mic cord and hung you 

From a towerin' speaker, I tape your ear to the tweater 

My mental idea's are more severe than your heater 

Innocent drive-by's, 85'ers shoot try to over throw us 

They love us like babies, once they get to know us 

Your floweress is powerless against me 

 

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk 

Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 

Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 

Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 

But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung 

 

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk 

Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 

Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 

Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 

But fuck that, I got to get the verse out my lung 

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