Fast Shadow

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard] DJ, I'm sayin' You could– you could just come over top of that shit Did I hear it? Nigga and bang your head, punk! Suck the dick! Suck the dick! Suck the dick! Uh! And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't Suck the dick! Suck the dick! Suck the dick! It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop SUCK… MY… DIIIIIIICK!! [Verse 1: Method Man] It all starts with the pad and pen Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session? Once again, on the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin' wit' Ticallion, hmmm Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'ma get you none except challenge, arghh!! Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it Placed it right up in they face 'til they faced it Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone Danger zone — that's my life and my song Keep it movin', hop along, little doggies [Pre-Verse: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Uh! Uh! Uh! Fuck THAAAAT! [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Drive The Mack Cadillac Dark-shaded window, all sunny and black Space antenna back of the car Inside is a TV, even a bar Bulletproof down, safe and sound Chauffeur in the FRONT just to drive the Lexus all around Give ya.. give ya.. give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise! Ha-ha-ha! Enter.. [Verse 3: RZA] Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang clip will make your atom split The power of my brain, you can't fathom it Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain Don't EVER say thy God name in vain! My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral Observe and record your words, and your lies and approach you And have my Dogs come and Ghost you When it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you! [Chorus: U-God] Music makes me lose control This is not just rock 'n' roll Hip-hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang — now we on a roll On the rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control Outta control, now here we go [Verse 4: Masta Killa] Yo, who got that nigga gassed Like he can't get ski-mask abducted from his doorstep? Duffle bag his head for the price of nothin', he's a glutton What I'm manifestin', each day is a lesson Y'all faggots came to the school of the 36 Chambers Copied on papers of scholars to earn dollars We trendsetters in Wu leathers Trendsetters in Wu leathers, whatever! [Chorus: U-God] Music makes me lose control This is not just rock 'n' roll Hip-hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang — now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Music makes me lose control Music makes me lose control Music makes me lose control This is not just rock 'n' roll Hip-hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang — now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control Outta control, now here we go