Paroles de Execution in autumn

Wu-tang Clan

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You stepped in the pit of the flame
You lost on beats street, comatose, spit on yo name
Hit it raw when they mention the name
It’s like mike when the score went like 2 seconds up in the game
Small change, don’t step on my reign
I rock too hard body
I click, bang, give em the pain
Nah man, can’t get with them caines
Your boy born with it
So how you gon get him the chance?
You in lane but you sit in the game
Piranha wanna see me in the state greens, imprison the change
But i’m smooth like the groove to the listener brain
And you only understand it if you’ve been through my pain
I see white spitters in frames
Hustle in my blood, bet my seed’s gonna get it the same
Yes indeed, i’m destined to reign
So ahead of the game
All aboard yall, get on the train

Banana clip, macaholic, i’ll slap your captain john
Go in the freezer, gotta sneeze the tits out the toilet
Niggas is norbits, runnin up on the dice game
Call it preacher suit or holdin a raw affair
Put that call in, it’s dough in the wall, stall him
Plastic bags laying in the floor with ya
It’s just dog’s day, reservoir out utah yo
Where my dope in marijuana’s got more than
Grip nights and for them, we pay to have a roast
Assassins is strapped, this the only way the yay grows
More leverage, more 7’s, ridin around with legends
Payin judges or we be up in new york reppin

Raise it on up
Bobby
Yo
Yea
Hine, yo

Miramax movie magic,
Cold beer on top, rumour has it
Wars put ideas on ideas on track
Footprints, i walk on earth and appear on maps
Star police, 2.5 mill a year on cap
Move weird on my cap, gandis on a lap
300 pushups a day, put the trees on yo bag
Beat the traffic, a lieutenant block man
Who invented chopping samples up
To make the beats that’s ascended to
Every genre of music, the whole spirit of music
I produce arrange, engineer the music

Yo, my ear candy been dope
My pen stroke like zoro
Hit the heavy the heavy bag like foreman in the congo
Mini transmitter, night vision in the stronghold
Rock long roads, smell snakes with a strong nose
Every time the horn blow the wolve signal’s back on
Transform, platform, a whole nother platform
We coming back for em to smash the spot
Kid, i’m only teen too, pass me to the rock
Til the casket drop, i’mma flip yo wit
Rip close, honey getting on my dick, this bitch
You get kicked in the ribs with 2 chrome gauge
They leavin em, i send em back to stone age

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