Wu-Tang Clan - I Get Down For My Crown (Shaquan, Baby-U, Prince Rakeem & Inspectah Deck) | Текст песни

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• I Get Down For My Crown (Shaquan, Baby-U, Prince Rakeem & Inspectah Deck)

[Intro: sample]
Ladies and gentlemen, if you were fortunate enough to be around
During the time, this group started
You will see why they're still hangin' in there today
And still one of the most imitated groups of all time
Most imitated groups of all time, most imitated groups of all time
Most imitated --

[Chorus: Method Man]
I get down for my crown
I-I get down for my, I get down for my
I get down for my crown
I-I get down for my crown

[Method Man]
Brothers try to pass me, but none can match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Crafty and wicked, sexually explicit
My mic's a ho when I D.M. Dick it
I can't be touched by crack, corns, or duck
Call me E. Miser, I'm just too much
I'll toast and roast, an M.C. that gloats
The wine touch in, and you wit no win
But then again, I'm cold like the wind
Step to the pole, and I'll freeze you friend
Bomb ya, bomb ya, body slam and stomp ya
Treat you like a toilet -- and sit upon ya
M.C.'s don't dare step in the square
Like a hooker in a lounger, your cootie in the chair
I don't care, no man makes me scared
I rip and tear with a twist in my hair
Rump-pump-pump, on my Dick 'Em Down drum
Lyrics hit your head, by the pound and the ton
Run, run, run, as fast as you can
You still can't catch, who? The Pantyraid Man
So baked, and, hot damn, and then scram
Then I smoke the mic with a bone in my hand
Lump-pump-pump, cornballs had enough
I make like an angel, and leave 'em in the dust
Just you can trust, the funky nut buster
Make your girl cum, and don't even touch her
Now she loves her, get with her sister
And admit I'm wild, he hungry, I can whip her
In the shit, you can't escape my body
I relief my teeth, and pump her like a party

[Chorus]

[Chorus: U-God]

[U-God]
I get down, down for my crown
Pound the pound, with the funky rap sound
Hunting hoes down tight, for lyrics I'm busting
I get dirty, damn near disgusting
I can get ill, iller than ill
Cuz my skill, is one in a mill
Funk of force of six sectstill
Slippery quick, like a slippery eel
Music in your grill, is real deal
Everyone mourn now, here's the refill
Miracle reigns, the cliche's I invent
Havoc rhyme, wreckless endangerement
Take one, give one, run through your ear drum
Cuz I'm fearsome, M.C.'s, I pierce 'em
Hold 'em here, I rapidly non-stop
Pop ya leg, in a figure-four leg-lock

[Chorus: U-God]

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

[Inspectah Deck]
Conflicted dedication to the crew with a Suee
From Deck, Shakuan, Rakeem and Baby-U
Concern the apostles, I gots to get hostile
And get into my team, like one, who sings gospel
Who, with the crew, cuz my style's no joke
Roping rappers like cattle, when it's time to battle
Put ya hand on your hip and let your back bone stretch
Like a fish out of water, I want to flip
Time to get funky, funky, funky
Feel with the skill that's ill like Drunken Monkey
I get crafty, no one can match me
Creating magic, like the Great Gatsby
Rolling with a strong pack, so where's the combat
Blow ya strongest strong, and I stomp that
Take the witch's brew, let it drink inside you
Let your feet glide through the stride I provide you
I get nice cuz I got that old spice
I'mma sick spray, funky lyric device
Get up, get down, to the sound of the Decksta
I kick jams that slam like Clyde Drexler
Pzza-pzza-pumping, yo ain't that something?
Cuz I'm the Drunken, that's how I sunk this
My, my, my, rhymes I design, designed to satisfy
Rapped in vibe, I got your perscription
A triple dose of this confrentation
Taking daily will kill your sickness
And like Al Baneli, you'll dance to this
I gets down for my crown...

[Choruses]

[Outro: Method Man (Inspectah Deck) {U-God} [RZA]]
Yo, I'd like to give a special shout-out to the D.M.D. Brothers
Once a militant, death to the pit, ran, scram....
(One-two, I'd like to give a shout out to the whole Staten Island Posse
Youknowhatimsaying? Especially the Killa Hill and D.M.D. R.E.C.
Deck's in effect...) {Peace it's the brother Baby-U
Youknowhatimsaying? I'd like to give a shout out to the D.M.D. P-osse
Youknowhatimsaying? The Killa Hill... D.M.D., youknowhatimsaying?
The God Rakeem..., youknowhatimsaying?} [Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, on the cut for a minute, what up Decksta...
Rakeem... strikes again, never hang below the belt, knowwhatimsaying
F.O.I. type shit... slamming beat, knowwhatimsaying?
You can sweat it...]

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