Deadly Melody Lyrics - Wu-tang Forever - Wu-tang Clan

As we return, to the 36 Chambers 

The RZA, the GZA 

The Ol Dirty BZA 

U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah 

And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure 

Don't forget about the Masta, yo 

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin 

Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt 

Your stamina level is low, like currents from 

the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies 

At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect 

the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically 

Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded 

by this total square mileage of violence that I brung 

I've not yet begun to stung 

It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods 

of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition 

Penetrates then infiltrates 

Breakin down your resistance 

Leavin competition defenseless, Masta 

Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer 

with the silencer 

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Psssh, yo 

Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk 

Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke 

Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke 

Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke 

Face the inferno, maestro, pull it 

Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet 

Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger 

See me on the streets address me stone bringer 

Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in 

sweet action packed rap 

Bite it, stomp on a beat 

Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas 

Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses 

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Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like 

a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar 

At the speed of wind makes you bleed within 

Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin 

Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols 

Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal 

Home on the range, rebel with a pen 

writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in 

Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels 

Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in 

The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya 

I ain't gotta lift one fuckin finga 

Make sure the God I-reef turns on the ringer, we duckin the subpeona 

Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina 

Check the 150 millimeter 

heater as it blows holes through your fuckin speaker 

Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters 

Fifty caliber street sweeper 

Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua 

Things'll never be the same, after this one 

Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one 

Recognize the Gods came, for one accord 

For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son 

Play them crows out position 

You might hear me but you don't listen 

Competition come and get some on 

Red marker still bleedin, through the paper 

of his sick premeditated, murder caper 

I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch 

Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush 

Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed 

Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us 

Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me 

Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street 

Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar 

It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha 

Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush 

Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change 

Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind 

It's like, stalkin through your airport *BZZZZZZT* with a chunky nine 

The undervolt Staten New York 

Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time) 

It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered 

Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block 

Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair 

Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest 

Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest 

Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays 

Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced 

by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape 

These crime situations, I stay in man formation 

And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain 

P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo 

Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro 

I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos 

My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno