Hell’z Wind Staff Songtext / Lyric

The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again

There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang

Die






So get your egg crashed by my Hellz Wind Staff

While the bitches broadcast and splash to tell the news

Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung

His father watched in horror as he swallowed his tongue

Another youth dead before the age of 21

Left his son to grow in the ghettos of the slums

Where the shots echo for twisted metal for cash flow

React slow nigga and get P.L.O

By the lone gunner who took revenge for his brother

Who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner

A new year is dawning, new crews is forming

Rival gangs warring, blood steadily pouring

The streets are deep son, every day is like a rerun

So I reach out and try to teach one

But 85% uncivilized content

No tolerance so a lifetime is spent

Behind a cage bent smoked out and on a park bench

Killer instinct, slave rap niggas get lynched



So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck

Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck

To all you slew-footed penguins, ducking from these

Hot rocks that's flaming, chocolate for all you rap Damians

Spraying cards espionage, dodgeball square hard

Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards

In the making, next album 'Blood on Chef Apron'

Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen

Discovery Channel, cats the Book of Daniel

Coke blunts hot as a fuck swatted bamboo

High school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out

On the regular for robbing a good nigga house

Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable

Hot rock lava, gringo throw the Frusen Gladjé



What you know about this specialist armed dangerous?

Hit you close range with this madness

Unique design shine like a deep dish

The beat kick technique split up your weak shit

Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel

Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal

Living legend, veteran known to set trend

Lethal weapon, step through your section

With the force like Luke Skywalker

Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture

Live performer, bid the mic sayōnara

Borderline to insane, I rain firewater

Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order

I got my sword across your throat, you choke



We on the run with the golden guns, get you none

When it reach out and teach someone, blaze their buns

Now I'm guilty by association

Times of blackness eclipsing the Sun, target practice

Commence when I throw these darts at these rappers

Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your mattress

Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm going in

Shooting bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction

Blend like chameleon

All these niggas want cheese, is we mice or men, word up

We can go platinum but then still can't get no satisfaction

Once again back on the block crumb snatching

Blowing backs in cold blooded 9 assassins, time for action

Johnny Unitas, handle that like arthritis

Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas



Drowning problems in Heinekens imported from Holland

Getting boosted off of Killa Bee pollen

Stone columns get stacked by drum tracks, smack loud like gun claps

Pin a crab to death with a thousand thumbtacks

The Wu centerfold, it be's the Wind Ninja scroll

Soul edged blade controls your Interpol

The Fig Newt', fruit from the forbidden tree root

I stay secluded in the Chamber training new recruits

With Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means

When bullet screams from the hot Glock like rock from a sling

Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops

Shots get popped on the block causing blood to gush

From digital to analogue, the Wu-Wear camouflage

My entourage squad be stomping through Zanzibar

Like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow

Connecting Brooklyn/Shaol like the Verrazanno-Narrows



Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleamo

Lex graffiti name Ramo, hold em we rolling asking me though

Raps is hotter than hot tamales in Toledo

Pussy that shit she passing off to me though

We wax Ajax niggas with an axe, Maxamill

You could crash a mil' got your back still

Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills

Sit back eyeing y'all niggas out

Fakes that delegate we spitting fire out

Verb burglar, design the Wally shoe store reserve a jet status

Guyanese bird up on my mattress

Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose incite a fashion

Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick

Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name

Styling rich, résumé the waves and one chain

Feeling mics like, wheeling a bike, slide like

Step on his Klondike, get your dart right, we moving on it like

Wind breaker niggas get they face broke, jewellery get snatched

Magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats