God damn man these radio station be buggin
Man it's three o'clock in the mornin, damn
This hip-hop shit just keep
Damn we got to slow this shit down man, ya know what I mean?Fiends were never waiting in the hill
They ran one step ahead
But the jiggy was always thereUpon the project pavement
There was death, enslavement of the mind
Single mothers are filled with stressAs I lay there with my baby
We would look, from the window, and cry
Then suddenly in the skyBetween the new world ages
We were blessed, and Wu-Tang fills the ear
With the melody of a train (Lord is suddenly here!)False MC's are melting
In the dark, all the weak LP's are
going downGod released the tape out, early May
And, I don't think the world can take it
Cause it took so long to make it
And the hip-hop game'll never be the sameWu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-TangUpon the project pavement
There was death, enslavement of the mind
Single mothers are filled with stressBetween the new world ages
We were blessed, and Wu-Tang fills the air
With the knowledge that God possessAs I lay there with my baby
We would look, from the window, and cry
Then the Wu-Tang sign appears, in the skyBillboards started melting
In the dark, all the weak MC's are
Going downGod released the tape of, Earthly painAnd, I don't think the world can take it
Cause it took so long to make it
And the hip-hop game'll never be the sameAnd I don't think the world can take it
Cause it took so long to make it
And the hip-hop game'll never be the sameWu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-TangWu-Tang
Songwriters
WEBB, JIMMY / DIGGS, ROBERT F.Published by
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