文本歌词

Wu-Tang Clan - Tar pit
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
(1 2 3 4)
Blood money mercenaries think you can muscle Wu
It's a foot race who can out-hustle who
Hip hop junkie flunky monkey see monkey do
Great minds connect like mobster rings
Sit back let me do my Sinatra thing
I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame
On the wall is the plaques
Old ball and chain I named her Madam X
She love big cannons sex unprotected
You better respect it kid we 'bout to set trip
You get ya neck ripped eyeballs are scoping
I don't sell crack I sell dopium
Catch him at the podium nah
He moving too fast
Professor X behind the bulletproof glass
You need a Wu pass a bag of that high
Easy with the flicks baby I'm camera shy
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
(1 2 3 4)
We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's
We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese
Got our face on the front of CD's we off the hook
W T C y'all soft and shook
Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM
And back heads down every time we sing
Give us a hundred grand for a show let us rock
For more money more chicks more private stock
They call me Streetlife slap the taste
Out ya mug know ya place you ain't thug
Fix ya face
Throw a slug catch a case
Meanwhile beat trial back on that cash cow
Getting CREAM however
A street brother know how
Point blank I'm pulling rank calling shot
I got bank
Pass the rock my hand's hot
Hit 'em with the showshotter
Peace to my ala mater Wu Tang block scholars
Never settle for less promoters pay us top dollar
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
Get that money God keep your sword sharp
The Clan'll talk Calabama niggaz all'll quit
Talking that short d**k sh*t
We was s'posed to be cool
Only the clue's on the other end of the stick
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock
Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock
Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed
When she cry tears roll down her back
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
This sh*t is strong god damn
What you got in there
Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed
When she cry tears roll down her back
Calabama niggaz all'll quit
Talking that short d**k sh*t
Speak up no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud
Venacular a** kicking truth got there in crowd
Sh*t they call me the lethal lip
The linguistic full metal jacket of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the mouth without Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothaf**ka I didn't flunk diaper rash
I'm verbally toxic metal-piercing
Forked hollow point tongue
Dum dum pow shot from gattling gums
Hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary
Malicious with malice and mayhem
F**k a dictionary give me the mic and I'll slay
Them and literally poetic symptoms
Pissing me the f**k off missing me with that sh*t
I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya a**
You won't be able to pass verbal gas
So far in ya a** that one of my knees
Will rise so far above ya head
And you drown of a poetic a** kicking
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs
From a verbal hangnail
That hung on my big toe as I flow upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum you wanna hear some
Tap dance on ya tonsils
Leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
Cavity in ya best rhyme
And I'm the access on the rest
Call me the proverbial verbal menacing dentist
With the drill I got lyrical skills
I could perform oral root canals
It's unwise to f**k with me
Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat
Leaving you to choke
On where it hurts unspoken vocals
Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
With toe jamming and ya mothaf**king hemmoroids
F**k the dumb sh*t