Wu-Tang Clan, Kool G Rap - Rivers of Blood

The chinese have a saying Dangerous men gonna meet in our streets Thats who I was, war raised between the clans And that meant pressure on me to make more weapons And this word of the gold ship is spread Strangers, suddenly appeared and Machete still stainless, the archbishop run from the narks A crisscuit, plus play the harp risk glissen Goon captain, catch me in Afrika, Black down before 5 somalians black tense Rubbers so wonder woman bangers and blue coupe Im usually up on the roof counting mad lu Ru beard reefer, t frame, doing me 1 2 Smoking with a plane jane trooper Excellent with rifles, out in Japan In a flight goose, switch blade I poke out the night booth Flusted on the bullet train with chains on Get my chain on, get my train on Thunder money make bread, brainstorm All this is made for the forbes list, Laws get pissed, hey yo, he fucked me out his draws, he diss me All of this is calculated The batman of the black can Mafia money, killers and rock ten X 2 Bone crushing, smooth, kicks, blades, Shopping, 2 bricks, master of the weaponry, Sell to both clicks Blacksmith with the iron fists Rigo mortis, I watch that body rot to the bone structure Sweep out your brains, watch your eye balls rapture Black magic leave your fucking skull in the soup pot Machiavelli, they moves like 2Pac, suicidal tendencies Down to white hennesey, Look in the book, Im the definition of menace be Choking niggas out for no reason, its duck season Im cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing Stay dead rockets stripe shirt like Freddie Kruger Yous a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas 7: 30, Im more like 6 oclock, Straight up and down, beat niggas till theres blood in the socks Ox and duffle, stuff men, black bags Without getting no blood on my fresh race, ruthless Out of the storm, going no emotions I piss out poisonous potion X 2 Bone crushing, smooth, kicks, blades, Shopping, 2 bricks, master of the weaponry, Sell to both clicks Blacksmith with the iron fists Its the 3 delli, venoms with weapons in the denims Such shit that will shake windows and break lake tennis Come left field, aint crooking straight blaze in them How you niggas is straight laze with a fake leg in them Wolf in sheeps clothing, I scope in the tender land Spend you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance T more dress code got suspender clams Russian roulette money bag go and spin your chance You little fleas, to kill a bees and army in Hollow flow to your collar bone Sound like the first key on the xylophone Grown men discus the death Gi quick, the smelly face turns solid stone Gold facebe the wilest known We straight street, but we keep a seat in the palace throne X 2 Bone crushing, smooth, kicks, blades, Shopping, 2 bricks, master of the weaponry, Sell to both clicks Blacksmith with the iron fists.