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Put Your Hammer Down

Album cover art for "Put Your Hammer Down" by U-God & Wu-Tang Clan

U-God & Wu-Tang Clan - Rap, In English

Put Your Hammer Down

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August 11, 1998.

Lyrics

[Hook: Ghostface Killah & (Method Man)] Lay ya hammer! (Lay ya hammer!) Lay ya hammer, kid! (Lay ya hammer, kid!) (They want the drama? Bring it to 'em, fuck it!) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] All rise, meet the preacher This pro dueler been diagnosed Diabetic cleptic, I'm your host Lock the vanilla suede British Staten Island mall menace Otherwise, posin' as a dentist in my lenses Pinball machine gun rap, spoke to Arafat Laundromat lady can't blow in this hat What?! [Verse 2: Method Man] Is it raw now? Change it around It's war now, the final countdown commences The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper Breakin' down your defenseless senseless nature Pain stings with 'Ma Baker Twin towerin', I skyscrape ya Kingdom come, meet your maker [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Yo! Another sound boy's dyin' Crowd noise multiplyin' Don't let the fuzz slide in, bust out the sirens Sure win, lure 'em in like exotic women I smile with the sinister grin and finish 'em You're fuckin' with hoods, get ya goods pushed back Ya fraud! Pull the wool off your Hollywood act [Verse 4: U-God] Yo, the track melts in half, [?] have this brave meanin' Supreme bein', bein' all that I can be and Picture wavy beavers meat-cleavin' your receiver Fly Sonny Cheeba, leather buckets, dirty reefer Fast floatin' grill, residential honey hill Stainless steel rashes, sheisty catch a money bill [Verse 5: Raekwon] It's all gravy, we floatin' through like the British navy Fresh design, lady love the fade, keep it wavy The mix drink, throw the dick in the drink Play it, baby girl, caught ya! Exotic album Cuban Link Custom AV's, beige panties, who could front on these? Please, y'all niggas broke so much, your uncle sells trees [Verse 6: GZA] Yo, high-ranked officials in armed tanks and missiles, blood drizzle Simple fact — you slept on the issue That before he started jerkin' off joysticks and Sega I make tapes, a hundred watt amps that's Cerwin-Vega's RZA — fine-tune it, shipped a mill units MC's ask who be those rhyme killers in masks? No doubt, difficult task to last in the square Beware — infinite amount of darts is in the air I'm victorious, no opponents and blast through components And microphones, watch the whole world live the moment Anythin' anti that came approachin' this Incapable lust, speech remains motionless [Hook: Ghostface Killah & (Method Man)] Lay ya hammer! (Lay ya hammer!) Lay ya hammer, kid! (Lay ya hammer, kid!) Lay ya hammer! (Lay ya hammer!)

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Credits

Writers
  • GZA
  • Raekwon
  • U-God
  • Inspectah Deck
  • Method Man
  • Ghostface Killah