U‐God Shell Shock 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

  • [Leatha Face]
    To my hard rocks, locked in cell blocks, never shell shock
    Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box
    My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs
    You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud
    Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs
    Strapped for what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up
    Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut
    Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked, intense cut
    >From Leatha and Uey, verbal gymnast
    Volvo, physical fitness, over tracks leave statistics
    Tripped into the realm with chrome shines like sunlight
    Half of my life is right, the other half is a gun fight
    Uptight jake harassin for college satisfaction
    101 question askin in back of the paddy wagon

    [U-God]
    Sadly, tragedy happen
    Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin
    Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal
    Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno
    Crack my fingers on pianos
    I torture you with orchestra tackle on your back, the jackel
    No time to react, combat, flyin scrap metal
    Kamikaze degrees, cherry instant fire, live wire
    Dunn, rock it til your knees drop, over tree tops
    Collosal current enforcin, outer bridge crossin
    One foot first, is the rebirth, the crime arson
    Caution, furnace flyin, deserters try to black ball us
    Over the face of the Earth's surface
    The heat is heatin up, demon from the east wing
    Hitman's bullet, leave you barely breathin and barely seein
    A critically blaze, biblical plague in amaze
    Riddle the box, smmothered in cops
    Sky hugger, Space Jam, slam in the blizzard of rocks
    A space invader, laced with lazers and with omega weapons
    Magnificent 7, this cannibal mouth, gangsta spectrum
    Form an animal house, fume at 11

    [Chorus x2: Leatha Face - Shaolin Soldiers]
    We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a meltin pot
    Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop
    We dwell on blocks, while you cats held my the cops
    Blow fire from you tops, your expired by the shots
    Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya
    War displayed by the real niggaz

    [Raekwon]
    On his wrist saw the spiral, glass hand
    Last man to eat tracks like you straight up, hit up a white dude
    Jean jacket, Austrailian gats, Mediterainian raps
    Play the back with the joint on his neck
    Who feelin this? Thugs love this, we way above sea level, love
    Check out the glove, stay bloodied up, plug this
    Verbal hygiene, the Golden Arm, plus niggaz stay warm
    See ya out in Mexico, we implantin The Swarm
    All niggaz snatch money, watch the sweater, criticize my Fila
    Sneakers cost cheddar, with the heat out
    Brolic, extra large, dynamic, crack your ceramic in half
    Go against The Grain, we feedin you math
    What up? Niggaz call it high-tech, big shank reign
    Straight out the kitchenette, jums in the set
    Before I go, analyze all money go
    Yeah, you seen him, a 6 double O, rockin bummy clothes

    [Hell Razah]
    Bloody Red Hook, money and crooks
    Get out my face with them funny looks, ya better off studyin books
    Let the weed burn, they brain dead, I feed em the worms
    Y'all be actin up and showin off, in needin to learn
    You know the sun shines as the Earth turns
    Nowadays is the ghetto germ, knockin off whoever concerned
    I dip your brain in the blood of fire, prophecize like Jeremmiah
    Turn a crowd to a choir, hot wired space ships
    Fed niggaz who I hate with, I be Apocalyspe, Tales of the Crypt
    Raise the dead out the realm with a 6
    Overwhelmed by the smell of the clips, gun smoke, shots hit
    We surrounded by Hell and politics, bulletproof or hollow tips
    I'm the silencer on the loudest clip
    The widow maker, Heaven Razah, put of curse on whoever major
    Snatch the belt off the heavy weighter
    I be a Swarm alligator, slap niggaz way across equators
    When the dare try to flaunt they paper

    [Chorus x1.5]

    * Various talk in club with Poppa Wu sample in background *

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