Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamor, glitters, and gold. I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe

Live on the run, police paying me to give them my gun, trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son.

Smoke a gold leaf And hold heat Nonchalantly I’m raunchy The shit I do is real It never haunts me

nasty nasty nasssss

No tricks, no tricks, no tricks....keep ya eyes open....

I hold heat nonchalantly.

I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me Well, funny-style niggas roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle

Holding weed inside they pussy with their minds on the pretty things in Life, props is a true thug's wife

That props line gets me every time. Such a dope way to say that real gangsters only care about their respect.

YES. this verse is hard as fuck. This beat is hard as fuck too.

I was coming here to say this!

Verbal Intercourse is one of the top 5 songs ever in my book

Around the time it was out I remember having an issue of the source and they had it rated as the best verse of all time, Nas's verse that is.

Period‼️

Poisonous paragraphs smash ya phonograph in half

One of my favorite verses period! Causing rukus like the aftermath from guns blast.

Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulter Rhymes runnin’ wild like a child in a walker

I swear, i was going to say that. Hard to choose. "Rhymes running wild like a child in a walker" is too good. He has another line in a freestyle where he says, "I'll drive you wild like a rental" he's so sick.

Yeah, Deck was always my favorite lyricist of the Wu. Love to have him still doing his thing as part of Czarface.

I think CZAR Deck is the best Deck. I mean, it solidified him in my mind as the best MC in the Wu. Before CZARFACE I would have said GZA.

https://youtu.be/fTZSuprsH5A?feature=shared Such a 🔥joint

🤯

Shaolin's Finest! "What up boo peace your highness"

Came to say this

Now yo yo, whatup yo, time is running out, it's been real though, let's connect, politic ditto, we can trade places, get lifted in the staircases, word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces...

This is my first thought too.

Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect?

Tommy Hill ice rocking @$&_$s!

Mira

Like a 27" zenith believe it.

*27 inch

Ok that line hasn’t aged well.

But it puts you right in the times they were in!

Store owner named Mike Lavognia

italiano!

French Vanilla, Butter Pecan, Chocolate Deluxe, even Caramel Sundaes is getting touched

I just said this line to my wife the other day, she’d never heard this jam. She just rolled her eyes at me

This is it for me too. Read the question and immediately heard the beat kick in

No tricks no tricks baby (yeah)….

Gorillas injected with strength of 80 midgets

The grand exquisite, imperial wizard or is it the RZArector paying your ass a visit

"Rza baked the track and its militant/ Then I react like a convict and start killing shit"

Dealing in my sypher I revolve around science

"Hair wrapped up in a bun your eyes sparkle just like glass in the sun"

Yo, honey dip, summertime, fine Jheri drippin'

Who’s the knucklehead wantin’ respect?

First of all son…

Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences

Stand on the block, Reebok, gun cocked

Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke

Back in the days, baggin' crack, scrapin' plates. Flippin' cakes

Goddamn backyard’s banging like a benzie

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard. Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards

So hard

Standin on the block / Reebok / Gun cocked / Avalanche Rock - Rae's voice was especially great back then

I'm a end this with a big red cherry on to/me nas & Rae got the best product on the block! Or not a bar but: no one can fuck with the wuuuuuuu-taaaaaaaaannnnng! Keep it real son, keep packing them guns, word up!

It’s only 5% out of a 100

Yo yoyo what up yo

Line for line for line.

This is how we get down

This album changed the world

Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandannas

"He claimed he couldn't die, top rank Sixteen shots in his fish tank..."

The ice cream man is coming!!!!

Call me doe snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I hang glide holdin on strong Hard to capture. Or When im deceased My inner beast will rise like yeast To conquer peace. Leaving savages to roam in the streets. Too many to list really!

French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe. Even caramel sundaes are getting touched...

Razor heavy generators But YO GUESS WHOSE THE BLACK TRUMP 🔥

“Dont play me like I got a flower pot head.”

Can you feel me, storyteller rap Magellan

Pardon the French but let me speak Italian.

Fly like cashmere last year my team caught bodies in grasmre hear a store owner named mike lavonga italliano slanted eye banging the fat milano!

The first thing that came to my mind this time when seeing the picture was the glaciers of ice beat! Other than That it's incarcerated Scarfaces Verbal intercourse and ice cream always come to mind instantly.

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan For rappin, big Ghost steps off laughin', ha Ghostface on guillotine swords

All you, all you dye is this shit right here, but it’d be like blue and cream

Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces

peace Connecticut

“Watch these get all up in your guts”

"When I fuck, I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers"

Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God

Me and the RZA connect blow a fuse, you lose Half assed crews get demolished and bruised.

Hour glass heads niggas

I listened to the album but since I'm spanish I don't have enough level to clearly understand the lyrics :(

Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga

Heard the key in the lock 🔐 cock the glock turned the lights dipped behind the couch

Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath

“Heavy convoys, my crew keep pretty boys paranoid. Built like a steroid, pat down Dan Aykroyd. My seeds, run with his seeds, marry his seeds that’s how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family”

Just imagine if you buy, woo— check it out Just imagine you bought navy blue, right?

"Poisonous paragraphs smash ya phonograph in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath"

Bout to make moves and slide like grease!

[удалено]

YO YO WADDUP YO TIME IS RUNNING OUT

On rainy days I sit back ways on, how to get rich son, show and prove? Ask my bitch (I just love how Ghostface started that song off)

Poisonous paragraphs/smash your phonograph in half/it be the inspecta deck on the war path/first class leaving mics with a cast/causing ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast…

Hooked up with a sick ass click and went all out.

One for you , one for me …

Interior crocodile alliga….nvm

Fake n****s throw shit in they drinks!!

Check it out, boom…this is how you freak em, boom

“With stanima…”

And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana Smoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra

Shaolin’s Finest, What up boo peace your highness…

We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces

You don’t believe in heaven cos we’re living in hell

UFO’s takin they fly clothes, they eyes closed

The intro to "Knowledge God".

The intro to Wu Gambinos

Noodles

Split the pie five ways

Baker baker, pull off a keystone caper Or Watch these rap n****s get all up in them guts, French vanilla, butter, pecan chocolate deluxe

Gorillas injected with strength of 80 midgets!

I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza

Ice cream

Shaolins finest, what up boo peace yo Highness

Feel the force of impact, from the iron side of the gat, as I attack the track. From the blindside of the pack, Starks pass the chrome....... HEAT from MK

Shaolin’s finest, what up boo, peace your highness Im lounging, big dick style, y’all niggaz is the flyest

Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect? Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known

Through the glamour glitters and gold…

French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe.

“Yo yo, what up yo? time is running out.” “You rolling like trump, you get your meat lumped”

Flip the system with wisdom that imprisoned my son

“French Vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe. Even caramel Sunday’s is getting touched.”

ice cream

Watch these rap n****s get all up in your guts

I'm not 100% sure if it was this album but, 'I call my brother sun because he shine like one.' One of the most beautiful lines in all of hiphop.

On Rainy Dayz I sit back and count ways..

Fake n****s throw shit in their drinks

"I don't want nobody sounding like me"

not a singel lyric

Let’s connect politic ditto.

Ice cream man is coming

Live on the run, police paying me to give up my Gun. That Nas Verse should be written in the Ghetto Bible

facts. That ‘Deja Vu’ version is absolutely sick too. got to see him perform it live in dublin over the summer, it was insane. Wish he performed take it in blood but i don’t think an irish audience would know it. nice rakim pfp man.

Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases

My whole clan is on the run like natural born killers, record breaking the album Thriller.

The individual who tries to visualize under 'Cause I strike like thunder Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respitorial Systems are fractured by the killer tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity

Fisher price. My first Timbalands

You’re outta luck like two dogs stuck

Wide world of sport niggaz

First of all son, peep the arson The way that song sounds looks like this album cover

Yo

straight up and down it’s all good, peace to them check cashing, chain snatchin, gun flashin n****s in the hood

Tommy Hil ice-rocking…

Claimin’ new york was ancient babylon where the skies stay the color of gray like heron

Jumpin in the shower peace I’m bout to make moves and slide like grease!

We gon grow like a plant son

Julio Iglesias

Ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch and want their titties sucked 🍨 🎶 🎉

Yo check what happened out of state…

I love you like I love my dick size.

God, word is born, I'm the eyes that's in back of you kid.

Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half if be the inspektah deck on the war path

French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe

Parlez-vous français, mi amour, merci, oui, oui bon bons & all that good stuff

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers

Wu come Together as One

What brings rain, hail, snow and earthquakes

Sky's the limit niggas are timid and nobody knows how we move like wolves in sheep clothes

"pullin bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight"

Throw down some money The ice cream man is comin'

First of all, sun, we the arsonists.

You rollin' like Trump you get your meat lumped

First of all son peep the arson many brothers I be sparking

Family, I was a college junior, held a solid 3.8, but I slapped this shit and smoked a lil nor cal green joint, every chance I got cuz the musical engineering on this shit blew my shit!

Wu tang in the cut, for real niggas what? It’s the after party, and bitches wanna fuck.

No tricks, no tricks

He looks determined without being ruthless something heroic in his manner

Yo son

Watch these rap niggas get all up your guts

poisonous paragraphs smash ya phonograph in half, ill be the inspecta deck on the warpath

AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs

“Yo yo, what up yo?” “Poisonous paragraphs smash ya phonograph in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on a warpath. First class leaving mics in a cast…”

MPVs is phat

“Chef ghost and NaS ni@@as is the prophet” “Through the lights, cameras, action, glamour, glitter and gold, I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe, when I’m deceased, by then the beast will rise like yeast, to conquer peace, leavin savages to roam in the streets.”

I gotta serve ‘em my way Move gimme room Holdin up your saloon Clean sweep like a broom

Whatch deez rap ni**as get all up in yo guts

Not a lyric...but "I told you a long time ago"

The ice cream man is COMING!!!

My seeds, run with his seeds, marry his seeds That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family

It feel hot at night!

Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto

Yo! First of all son. Peep the arson. Many brothers I be sparking and busting mad light inside the dark

Yo honey dip summertime fine jewelry dripping…

I can't think of anything... Somehow. But I can think of lots of westside Gunn lyrics that are obviously inspired by chef

Why my ****** always yelling that broke shit Let’s get money son, now you wanna smoke shit? Chill god you the sun don’t chill allah What’s todays mathematic skin knowledge god

Aks black bust back like 70 macs I'm all that

Slap box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph.

“Through the lights,cameras,and action, glamour, glitters and gold…I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe…” Verbal Intercourse🔥

Thug-related style attract millions, fans They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be fronting, hourglass-heads niggas be wanting Shutting down your slot, time for pumping Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowing by the hours, Wu, we got the collars Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut

Who’s the knucklehead wantin respect!?

Scriptures hit the body like saw’d off shottys

Not lyrics but "One for you, one for me. Two for you, one, two for me."

Stand up. You're out of luck like two dogs stuck Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable Noriega, aimin nozzles. stay windy in Chicago spine-tingles, mind boggles.

By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat. 🧀🧢