• Letra Heaterz (feat. Cappadonna) de Wu-tang Clan Ranking:
  • featuring CappaDonna



    [Raekwon]

    Hang glide for my nigga Tical

    Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt)

    Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt)

    That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time

    Check the science of the black man

    Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here

    Yo Shorty cross your arms

    Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year



    Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer

    Rocky road roll dark greener

    Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema

    Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema

    Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers

    Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine

    The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her

    How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina

    Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina

    Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima

    We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe

    I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino

    Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me

    Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry

    It's time yo swerve like the Nike line

    Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her

    Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary

    Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch



    [Inspectah Deck]

    Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion

    Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients

    My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements

    are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement

    I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs

    Parasites, double edge dice your larynx

    My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox

    Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks

    you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail

    I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale

    Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes

    Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space

    Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum

    Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended


  • Designated hitter flows with the transistor

    Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina

    Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster

    Before and after, I be self lord and master



    [Ol Dirty Bastard]

    I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride

    Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide

    Shaolin hillside, full of homicides

    FUCK you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise



    [U-God]

    Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout

    Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out

    I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed

    Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh

    It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich

    You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched

    The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest

    Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus

    Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut

    A can of ass whoopin flurry shake, break you fucks

    Struck, love crooks, why for lyin hooks

    Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book

    This deathbent doctrine, paper for the youth

    what remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth



    [CappaDonna]

    Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights

    Fast life, females are trife, stay tight

    I detect that parasite, satellite

    RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows

    My slang sound write secretary type

    Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man

    workin hard for the grand, I understand clear

    Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours

    My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours

    Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street

    put my technology on the track, just then the core attack

    Wu article CappaFive, CD attack

    but my talk stage live killa beehive

    Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts

    Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts

    Check out my arts, when I release my smarts

    Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts Puntuación:
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