rug Throw your deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug And throw the deuce up in the sky just for
MC's like Mephistopheles, bringin' swords of Damocles Secret Service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy Abstract raps simple with a street format Gaze into the sky
, blowin up your stadiums My milky styles flows Canals like Panama So get your camera, SNAP, swing back like Reggie Jax Hoooaaa, HAH, nigga look up in the sky
biscuits too fluffy? Is the chicken too fried? Is the gravy too thick? Are the Peas too Black-Eyed? Is the iced tea too sweet? Does it have too much Tang
battlefield Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven Rockets on the battlefield Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven Tango
told him bye, My gift from god, Fallen star from the sky, Fell in love the first
But farewell, Angelina, the sky's changing color and I must leave fast King Kong, little elves on the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos while
the Astral plane Sculpting her features in flesh Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene And rose on the veiny snake train And prayed to his bastille sky
blast "Oh, farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colors and I must leave fast" King Kong, little elves, on the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos
children come into the light There will be Rock a bye baby from the rooftop When the guns blow your cradle gets hot When the earth quakes and the sky
too fluffy, is the chicken too fried? Is the gravy too thick, are the peas too black eyed? Is the iced tea too sweet, does it have too much tang? Are
It's Maryland Virginia, bold and clear The way the leaves on those trees in the streets would fall in the fall, all to paint my golden years and yeah Chorus: X2 When the Sky
some motherfucking (Knoc-Turn' al) Hennesy [Verse 1: Knoc] Wu-Tang got mansions in the hills Hoe squat thick, hoe squat paying bills Red & Meth on hot wheels bumping down Sunset La Maridia, sky
the rap drug traffickin' Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan For rappin', big Ghost steps off laffin' Were you just using The Wu-Tang school method
Supreme Clientele [Chorus: Thea Van Seijen (RZA)] Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack) No, can't get it near, I quit (my Wu-Tang
The sky fell over cheap Korean monster-movie scenery And spilled into the mezzanine of the crushed capsule hotel Between the Disney abattoir and the chemical
*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the background* (this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation) [
