To the Rescue

Album cover art for "To the Rescue" by Wu-Tang Killa Beez & Lethaface

Wu-Tang Killa Beez & Lethaface - Rap

To the Rescue

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Duration: 4:01

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[Verse 1: U-God] Yo, yo, yo, yo Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin' One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons Burn, handgun herns, standin' firm Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic' Skull tactic, sporadic, Asiatic, long awaited Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated You hated us, 'cause we immortal on wax Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax Shillac 'em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin' [Chorus: U-God] Professional vets, now comin' through vexed I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress And Leathaface pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue [Verse 2: Lethaface] I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered By my block sponsors, monster Tonka truck ya The whole train conductor A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds Infrared, signin' on the Glock, splittin' ya head Drippin' wet from death threat messages I inject Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin' like incense Vets broken into the flesh, soakin' in ya own mess Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows Holdin' ya breath, gaggin' for a bit of oxygen Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document Lockin' position, envision, adapt critical condition Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin' Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin' you Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin' you Claim professional, but I never met you Son I never forget you I slaughter foes when my particles wet you To the Rescue [Chorus: U-God] Professional vets, now comin' through vexed I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue [Verse 3: U-God] Slash hope, raw burnin', freezin' thoughts are cold Ballistic missile lift off, now one behold My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume With grief fallin' on me in a breeze, the seas partin' It's two men awesome, uncanny The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw Menate the law, practice my ambition Understand determination, plus my burnin' condition Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic The floor panic when revolvin', Shaolin dodgin' Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem" Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse The crash course, the portions of my Porsche Divorce it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it Toss the smokin' corpse, seldom sing Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin' and swarmin' Vikin style, strikin' without warnin' a nation Standin' ovation, rap devastation New animation, the scandal Handle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you God damn you! To the rescue [Chorus: U-God] Professional vets, now comin' through vexed I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

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Credits

Writers
  • Lethaface
  • U-God