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Official Audio for "One Blood Under W” by Wu-Tang Clan, feat. Masta Killa & Junior Reid
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Lyrics:
Run'din from fires of the city, and tee bloood
Blooood, blood, bloooood blooood
You two ta both from EE-hee-ma, ah ya both from Jahnker
You ta both from fire outside
You both from To-ah-ee
One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven
rugged with my Timberland boots that paid
I walk with a slight lean from the way that my heat
givin a green the shine infra-red beam
at the stret traffic light recorders
Takin pictures of our corners
Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em
The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window
We movin in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan
with plastic phasers in rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vein!
Not knowin the seriousness of this and why I came
to Earth, feet first
I dare you lion tame to the beat of the drum
No questionin to the session, I walk with gun
The magnum of bust-es head for many directions unknown
Another statistic, change the bolistics
on the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow
Scrape the craters of the brain for data
Old scriptures on withered paper
beginnin take shape and form
when the gods get on it and crash your college dorm
You two ta both from uptown, ah your both from downtown
Your ta both from An-ah-town, ah yah both from 'roundtowm
One bloood, one blooood, one blooooood
The pussy 'nit find it
Travel w'on, raise your wine
That's blooood yuud, blooood
Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first, unrehearsed raw footage
for you, I give this dedication, project elimination
He's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve
I'm just vanishin with the vanishin cream
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bum only has one time to explode
When I break I'm takin everything,
turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes
Behold this return of the Invincible Tone
Rude like Governor Tuse and King Toustume,
who gave the order to bust 'em?
Don't ask this is Genuine Draft
Blueprint ultimate legit sting international, stone love classical
comin back, to attack in black fatigue
Wu-Tang and Junior Reid
You two ta both from Lebanon, ah ya both from Iran
You da both from China, ah ya both from Japan
One blooood, one blooood, one blooood
You two ta both from uptown, ah ya both from down sout'
You da both from An-ah-town, ah ya both from long (??)
One bloood, one blooood, one blooood
The fussing and fighting
Travel w'on, raise your wine
That's bloood, yuud, blooood, bloood
Mothers fighting daughters every day
Fathers fighting sons
Sisters hating sisters
Rappers getting murdered, every day
You two da both from Lima, ah ya both a Georgia
You coulda come fire outside
Or come from Hawaii
One bloood, one blooood, one bloooood
You two da from da Brook-a-lyn, ah ya both from Jonx
You da dumb prom queen, ah ya both from Jersey
One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
You two da both from Long Island, ah ya both from Philly
You ta both from Carneitty, ah ya from from over south
One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
#WuTangClan #OneBloodUnderW #OfficialAudio
Official Audio for "One Blood Under W” by Wu-Tang Clan, feat. Masta Killa & Junior Reid
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Lyrics:
Run'din from fires of the city, and tee bloood
Blooood, blood, bloooood blooood
You two ta both from EE-hee-ma, ah ya both from Jahnker
You ta both from fire outside
You both from To-ah-ee
One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven
rugged with my Timberland boots that paid
I walk with a slight lean from the way that my heat
givin a green the shine infra-red beam
at the stret traffic light recorders
Takin pictures of our corners
Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em
The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window
We movin in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan
with plastic phasers in rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vein!
Not knowin the seriousness of this and why I came
to Earth, feet first
I dare you lion tame to the beat of the drum
No questionin to the session, I walk with gun
The magnum of bust-es head for many directions unknown
Another statistic, change the bolistics
on the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow
Scrape the craters of the brain for data
Old scriptures on withered paper
beginnin take shape and form
when the gods get on it and crash your college dorm
You two ta both from uptown, ah your both from downtown
Your ta both from An-ah-town, ah yah both from 'roundtowm
One bloood, one blooood, one blooooood
The pussy 'nit find it
Travel w'on, raise your wine
That's blooood yuud, blooood
Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first, unrehearsed raw footage
for you, I give this dedication, project elimination
He's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve
I'm just vanishin with the vanishin cream
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bum only has one time to explode
When I break I'm takin everything,
turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes
Behold this return of the Invincible Tone
Rude like Governor Tuse and King Toustume,
who gave the order to bust 'em?
Don't ask this is Genuine Draft
Blueprint ultimate legit sting international, stone love classical
comin back, to attack in black fatigue
Wu-Tang and Junior Reid
You two ta both from Lebanon, ah ya both from Iran
You da both from China, ah ya both from Japan
One blooood, one blooood, one blooood
You two ta both from uptown, ah ya both from down sout'
You da both from An-ah-town, ah ya both from long (??)
One bloood, one blooood, one blooood
The fussing and fighting
Travel w'on, raise your wine
That's bloood, yuud, blooood, bloood
Mothers fighting daughters every day
Fathers fighting sons
Sisters hating sisters
Rappers getting murdered, every day
You two da both from Lima, ah ya both a Georgia
You coulda come fire outside
Or come from Hawaii
One bloood, one blooood, one bloooood
You two da from da Brook-a-lyn, ah ya both from Jonx
You da dumb prom queen, ah ya both from Jersey
One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
You two da both from Long Island, ah ya both from Philly
You ta both from Carneitty, ah ya from from over south
One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
#WuTangClan #OneBloodUnderW #OfficialAudio


![Wu-Tang Clan - Dashing (Reasons) ft. Inspectah Deck, GZA
Official Audio for Dashing (Reasons)” by Wu-Tang Clan, feat. Inspectah Deck & GZA
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Lyrics:
Lyrics:
[Skit: Inspectah Deck]
The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynices on
Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christian Slaters
Rebel I, slay the max, its really Digital
Rockin the latest in, every day comin at niggas
Rockin the latest in Ben Stiller-wear
Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggas
Now thats a money thing
Yo, yo
[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
I was dashing through the hood
Eighteens with the whip smoke gray
Leavin skid marks on five-oh
Smokin all the way (Hahaha)
With my all-star team
Bitches see our shine
Yo, son, we gotta make that cream
Whether raps or nicks and dimes
[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
They call me Rollie, watch me poly with the wide body Denali
Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi
She popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy
Ill probably splash her tonight, dont block me
Sippin on rum, Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali dro holdin me, Im bout to scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti
Snatch the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin Rudy Giulianni
Like Im still coppin big eighths from papi
Follow me, whether Mardi Gras or house party
Its wild like safari, aint mean to catch the body
But had em wobbly off the first blow, tryin to knock me
Im known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate lock ya head
Like a natty dread, then pour myself Calarasi
Professionally trained, I aim for your artery
I give the autographs but charge for photography
Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody
Youse a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, youre batty bwoy without ya posse
Seen
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
[Verse 2: GZA]
They couldnt get me, watch me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy
Drivin the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like its twelve on Sunday?
While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldnt multiply were sent back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin the heart
Tainted the fabric of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a halt from a front full assault
The chemist left the lab with undetermined results
They say the swordsman sift electrical volts
The audience go nuts with loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes
It was layin in the zip drive from chest five
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
[Outro]
Your faith in Shaolin is courageous
You blind fool we have our teachings to share
Our joy with the people
And there too suffer for them as well
You have learned your style well
Wu-Tang Style
#WuTangClan #InspectahDeck #GZA #Dashing #OfficialAudio #HipHop Wu-Tang Clan - Dashing (Reasons) ft. Inspectah Deck, GZA](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ML9ViU6C_fc/mqdefault.jpg)



![Careful (Click, Click) (1 Hour Loop)
Careful (Click, Click) 1 Hour Loop by Wu-Tang Clan
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Lyrics:
We are are watching a whole—
Careful!
Careful!
Careful!
Careful!
[RZA:]
Wait, hold up, chill, whats that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh?!
By his back, watch nigga run (Careful!)
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
Hold tight grip on the God-U Now
You best be careful!
Cant dodge two Self-Hes (Careful!) aimed at your domepiece
Father-U-C-King police!
[U-God:]
Something in the slum went, Rum-pum-pum-pum
Something in the slum went, Rum-pum-pum-pum
[Masta Killa:]
Yo, Rae, its been a long time, son, since we bust guns (C—Careful!)
Clashed glaciers, ran the world and snatched paper
Return to the 36th Chamber (Careful!)
Proceed with caution as you enter
We have an A.P.B. on an MC killer
Looks like the work of a master
[Cappadonna:]
Yo, something in the street went Bang, bang
Making it hard for you to do your thang, thang (Careful!)
Something in the street went, Bang, bang
Up in the boss game, wilding, money for grabs
I aint fucking with crabs
Out-of-state, copped two labs
Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave
Stab you with the vocab
Catch me at The Big Doe Rehab (Careful!)
Tryna re-up, keep my feet up
Snake niggas in the cut, hold the product
Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust (Careful!)
Niggas you cant trust, dealing with lust (Careful!)
Seen him at the ballgames with James (Careful! Careful!)
Yo, something in the street went Bang, bang
Making it hard for you to do your thang, thang
Something in the street went, Bang, bang
Making it hard for you to do your thang, thang, thang
[Ghostface Killah:]
Something in the hall went, Click, click
The boxcutter went, Click, click
Something in the hall went, Click, click
The boxcutter went, Click, click
These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini (Careful!)
G-Deini, Ronzoni noodles sprinkled on your embry (Careful!)
Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats to Israel
Slid through Bethlehem, bong, on one wheel
Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the Sixties
Granddaddy Caddy was copped for six Gs
Bgosh, all that, Oshkosh jumpers, Pink Champelle
Brown paper bags, wall-to-wall bumpers (Careful! Careful!)
[U-God:]
These aint the camera guys, cause terror in your eyes
Sweat on the hammer fly, Ways of the Samurai
Newsflash bulletin, Gods on the prowl
We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs
Sonic bionic lens, RZA console
Is it Bush, or is it Dole? Front row of the Super Bowl
Black gold in my soul, on a ho stroll
Dont go boy, you on parole—you dont know? (Careful!)
[Inspectah Deck:]
Someone in the back went, Clack, clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun—Clack, clack
Someone in the back went, Clack, clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun—Clack, clack
Made em throw they hands up, but then lay flat (Careful!)
Rat Pack eat up the average alley cat
Prepare for the impact when we contact
Known to drop facts that crack your hard hat (Careful!)
Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I
Make your head spin (Careful!) like chrome twenties on the buggy-eye Benz
Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends
Whos your rhyming hero? Wu-Tang rules again
[Inspectah Deck, (Cappadonna), {Ghostface Killah & U-God}:]
Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK
Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP
Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK
Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP
(Yo something in the street went, BANG BANG) Careful (Click, Click) (1 Hour Loop)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/OonDbB3NTY8/mqdefault.jpg)



