Wu-Tang Clan - Six Directions of Boxing (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Wu-Tang Clan - Six Directions of Boxing (Lyrics - Paroles)

Wu-Tang Clan - Six Directions of Boxing (Lyrics - Paroles)
[Verse 1: U-God]
When I'm locked down I use Tim's as my shower slippers
I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers
In the basement, hard-body power lifters
I crush sour, ? see how I lift her?
Universal dart, I stay scientific
The kid with the golden arms, iron fisted
Stay asiatic, so cinematic
Noise in the attic, bang out with the automatics
It's hood politics that bring the hunger back
I'm straight choppin' wood, call me the lumberjack
Check the catalog, put out a hundred packs

I'm straight thunder clap, the funky drummer's back
It's pure dopium, give him a heart attack
I stay stackin' plaques, like ancient artifacts
Joe Namath in the game, I'm the quarterback

[Verse 2: Ghostface]
Eight balls of coke, blunt to the greenery
Pounds in the trunk get you a concrete scenery
Handmade ox'll get you dumped in the mess hall
Snitch niggas run to C.O.'s to confess all
This is street knowledge, nah said screw college
Like a speech from the GZA, sharp like the RZA
Don't run with the scissor, nigga the truth is a
Truth is I'm a drop a few jewels in the booth
Used to move crack, stuff it inside a tennis ball
Throw it when they rushin' the block, trust no cops
Drivin' around with two mitts in my socks
Cook coke gon' get you in more trouble than money
Don't crawl through dust juice, the pigs is hungry
You think they ain't watchin'?
They watchin' while you uptown coppin'
Back home, while you're cookin' and choppin'
They schemin' the block, waitin' to get it poppin'

[Verse 3: GZA]
He had a sword and an axe with cuts
Under a road that was woven from silver and gold, waxed it up
His army was so great to quarranty
His crops & livestock boost the economy
Many would travel by boat to see 'em
His image is doing most schools and Colosseum
A merchant, hustle those silk and velvets
Portrait illuminated when the torch is well-lit
Picture so beautiful painting
That one thought it would breathe or move
Cause it would leave a mood or energy
You see his wife cracked his Yoga
Made herbal enhancements that have saved the soldiers
Guard them treasures, and the chambers, halls and vaults
Well-prepared for all assault, heavy guarded village
Armed with the sharpest weapons designed to pierce and cause blood spillage

[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
From a young team, a murder team, inspired by crime
See Allah Just granted permission for my position
So now I'm writin' rhymes, escapin' this repetitive cycle
Slingin' dimes, losin' time, I'm doin' hard time

The epitome of what you wanna be - emcee
My semi-auto gun ran a ? at the sound clash
Mic touched, dance mashed up, pounds of the best
Green glass, bottles of don, I sip the liquour slow
Flow so devastating when I go solo
When I'm dolo, pretty gun I'm holdin'
Head swollen of the solid gold, so iron mic po'
Beat your face like you stole something, trust me
Living life royalty, all wise and healthy

Never stopping my projectory, I'm galactic

[Verse 5: Cappadonna]
Yo, peace to all of the gods and all of the earths
We been buildin' like this ever since the first day of birth
The more I start to build, the better I feel
Keep ignorant niggas from me, use dummies for shield
You know I guard bodies son, you just garbage and real snotty
? your head, ? still stuck in the lobby
This the first ? born, son I'm blessed with mad lessons
Conquer crazy devils, my mind as a weapon
You can't fast with me and avoid the swine
You degenerate emcee, I'm the best of mankind
Allahu Akbar stay Jews and real stars
I'm down with the RZA, got help with the widow's son
Pop off on you, you ain't nothin' to be - DUN DUN
?, Holy water, Visine
Designated wordplay, God respect my Deen
Shine on little stars and respect the queen

[Verse 6: Inspectah Deck]
New York giant, call me Deck Umenyiora
Fresh with the water connect, two and a quarter
Deal with the dealer, don't trust the transporter
My job is done once I get it to the border
? coke game is ? needles and
Hypedermic needle to ? for dos veines
Overdose ya, you know the product is rural? right
Lines take you there like I wrote it with off-white
Got him bent up, hands lookin' like a tin cup
Sorry no cosignment get your ends up
Move from the gate now, he on his way, straight to Jake now
I'm on the hush, but my weight loud
Got the shakes now, how they want it? Bad
Five or six heads chippin' in for a bag
I got the works, like a burger deluxe
Get your fix while I'm servin' it up, word to us

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