U‐God Rumble Lyrics

Golden Arms Redemption Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Enter U-God
  • 2 Turbulence
  • 3 Glide
  • 4 Dat's Gangsta
  • 5 Soul Dazzle
  • 6 Bizarre
  • 7 Rumble
  • 8 Pleasure or Pain
  • 9 Stay in Your Lane
  • 10 Shell Shock
  • 11 Lay Down
  • 12 Hungry
  • 13 Turbo Charge
  • 14 Knockin' At Your Door
  • 15 Night the City Cried
  • [U-God]
    Countdown...
    Are you ready? Are you mad inside?
    Got you strapped down to your seats
    Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
    God speed, approach follow my lead
    Firewinds gust, empire crush
    Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush
    Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul
    Soundwaves slay out the back, ?cave? smoke
    My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
    Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
    Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
    All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
    No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
    In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
    Nightwatch, pad mark
    Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
    Gimmie what it takes NOW!!

    Chorus [U-God] 2x
    RAGE ROCK ROLL FIGHT
    BRAWL FALL RUMBLLLLLLEEE!!!

    [Letha Face]
    The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
    Wit the possibility to stop your walkin ability
    God forgive me, spark enemies wit pistol grips
    The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you **** through your ****
    Official scripts strikes when physical hits
    You physical *****, watch for the imperial blitz, serious ****
    Submit, subject to the wreck wartone, and thought poems
    Liver than WWF Warzone
    Walk upon ? tracks, bodies collapse
    Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
    Logical facts from the terror dome
    Spill from the guts, trail to you ?puss? from where you bust
    In God you now entrust
    Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck
    Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut
    While crowd round up

    Chorus 2x

    [Inspectah Deck]
    Aiyyo yo
    I spit bars
    Travellin tremendous speed measurin far
    Been bustin satellites circlin Mars
    Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
    Of a hundred wild *****s piled in a Trojan Horse
    Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
    Professional neck ****, left foes beheaded
    This music, is mind control like computer chips
    Been doin this for numerous years, refuse to lose it
    Wit turbo tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier
    Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over
    Ayatollah, high roller nine totter
    Mind controller, 2009 time folder
    My coalition, bring the demolition
    Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no intermission
    Spittin hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks
    Makin million men march

    Chorus 2x

    [Method Man]
    Yo, who got next? Meth got next
    I chin check, all these MC's line em up god, I go ? hard
    Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
    Police squads tryin to bogard, we rip and rob
    The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
    In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death, but scared to live
    So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
    Rusty-*** .38 Special, *****s owe me
    Slowly I turn, face the one and only
    Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
    Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a ***** I keeps a *****
    36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk
    Take that watch off and tuck your necklace
    City never sleeps, streets is restless
    Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it
    Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless
    Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
    I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy

    Chorus 2x

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