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Undeniable Force - текст песни



Undeniable Force


(feat. Spiritual Assassin, War)




[Buddha Monk]


It's the Buddha Monk with that slang that cuts


All you other MC's, it's time for you to duck


Other than the Wu, it's who, I know your crew


I break out on that ass, like glass, mixed with glue


You crazed, never amazed, with a name, you crave


I come with that roughness style, that never fades


You fucked, and you ducked, and you're hit with the front guns


Niggaz should have told you that you're shed of luck


To fuck with my shit, I'm that MC who's a killer


Carried by the track, gonna be leavin spine chillers


Let's get wicked, cuz your style is addictive


It makes me mad, I grab my fuckin biscuit


Dangerous fish, take these looks, and don't approach this


I leave many wonderin, whether I'm God-less


This drama, I drop shit like atom bombs


and if you touch my skill, you're the one it will harm


Why do you want a name that doesn't even fit you?


I'm bustin out with actual facts, your style is wack


Here's the run-down, I'm deadly like a virus


Breakin down foes like the colonize pirates


Why you wanna test the 'chuz?


Like the fourty fuckin beams, what you niggaz wanna do?


Huh? Shootin thru your town, nigga, lay that ass down


It's the sharpness of this tiger that moves with no sound


See me get raw with my sharp-core style


Shotguns, aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW!


See me get raw with my sharp-core style


Shotguns, aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW!


Comes from far, but hits very near


It's the one and only, War, things and just peace no more!




[War]


Gotta get the fuckin gauge, cuz niggaz actin stupid


Time for the War to get hype with rebel shit


Bodies droppin, like rain falls, that hit the ground


My sounds breakin hard from the Bronx or the Brown' pound


Avoidin oppenents, niggaz lookin hard and wonderin rocks


I rock k Nots, and blocks, with my nine, glock


So ease back, War comin thru with the army


If you had Bambino family, you still couldn't harm me


I strap your shack, like I keep your fuckin shipment


War gets civil, react, like a mad villian


>From Sing-Sing, bets that ass and have your things hang


An eight plus one, son, no shame to my fuckin name


The murder plain, who's to blame? What's my name?


War child, son, it's time to rearrange your fuckin face


You're a disgrace to my races


The ghetto nationality, you nimble, cuz I aced it




[Buddha Monk]


See me get raw, with my Brooklyn Zu style


Shotguns aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW!


See me get raw, with my Brooklyn Zu style


Shotguns aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW!


We're not finished yet!


You are now about to enter the realm


of, the Spiritual Assassin [echos]




[Spiritual Assassin]


Yo, it stops, leaves your brain


It's not stimulated to bring the pain


I got 'em dazed, runnin thru mazes


without flippin the pages, choppin heads off for ages


Assassin's technique, your grave the punishment


In the light, eyes close, and accurate with the slice


Fightin fear, streets in here, clear


Speak and chi is deep, deep in a vagina


For attacks, gangstas backwards, so I creap up behind you


Like ass, MC's is gased off of diesel


So it's target practicin, with you fuckin weasels


Over the top, your only zone is to get dropped


Wesley Snipes, but I'm the sniper, thirty/thirty


And rust leaks is dirty, it's on my fuckin bullets


Now pull it!




[Buddha Monk]


Ahh.. watch out, here I come with my Deadly Venom


Shootin thru your town like that old Bruce Jenner


You're runnin, lookin for cover, but you discover


I kill like atom bombs, there's no need for deep cover


My missile rocks, flood watch, I missed spots


I'm sure off to return, like Backland suffered germs


many fall victim to the madness of my chemistry


Blink one time, and I'm bound to demolish thee


Ahh.. it's the killa straight from the villa


Riddler, peddler, mind cell dweller




[laughing]




[Outro: Buddha Monk]


So, as you enter the realms [echo] of Manchuz [echo]


There are too many chambers for you to enter without your crew


We lock down, states to states, nations to nations [echo]


cuz this is a Wu-Tang Killa Bees creation [echo]


and we out [echos]



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