That's a good question, but yes, production has to be on point tooAlso wondering; do you guys think it would be possible to drop the "greatest" verse on the wackest beat??
Or is this somehow always related ?
Just because I'm absent minded doesn't mean I have to find it
It's my pity-party darling please don't act invited
I sip Bacardi just to pass the time when
It gets me started for the clash of titans just past my eyelids
I'm not a downer in the kill the party market
But I swallowed all my pride and yet I'm still a starving artist
And still I'm finding parts of all my silly life departures
Parts of darkness are so thrilling but it's filling my apartment
So please for forgive me if I overstep my boundaries
I keep forgetting that there's no one left to count on me
At least I'm living on my own and get a founder's fee
I'm out to see and drifting off that melatonin sound asleep
Wait up all alone just to dream away the time
Weight upon my collarbones don't seem to pay no mind
The day the world died I didn't even say goodbye
I left a love letter in a secret place to hide that said
I'd give concern but I'm a disconcerted immature kid
Insecure when I am quickly searching for a bridge to burn it
If I twist and turn until the blisters hurt it isn't worth it
If it's served with sense of urgency to see me binge and purge it
I've lived and learned and learned to live to misinterpret nervous twitches
Pistons turning hurt to bliss it's picture perfect
And since I've learned a circus trick of inadvertent perfect-pitch
To skim a surface worse than this I'm in to get deserted, when I ask
Also wondering; do you guys think it would be possible to drop the "greatest" verse on the wackest beat??
Or is this somehow always related ?
The way these bitches on my cock
You'd swear it was 1985
and Teen Wolf just dropped
And my name was Michael J. Fox
But no bitch it's Danny Brown I got some weed up in my sock
So bitch get high with ya
The sack I got is looking some green caterpillars
But it smell like a skunk that's oh so defensive
These bitches suck my dick like it was moral incentive
I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks
From where these little s try to shoot you off that new Chucks
A little dark like wet Nubuck
Describes my state of mind is inside the tomb of King Tut
Murders all the time is all I see
Detroit 187 on you s TV
And I can first agree this beat kill a no charges
Fuck a female MC and a pop artist
Oh baby, I like it raw
And my dick so big left stretch marks on her jaw
Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G stee twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For half, half of his s'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and it don't mean shit-ta
Villain: a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic, it's like the place get like: "Aw yeah!"
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like "Aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy clapping if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Giving y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playing yourself like accordion
When he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, won't need Bowflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex
With a bat
Go dangerous on that cat
Go Traxman, hit it from the back
DJ Assault, bitch, let me bang
Bruiser Brigade, we run that train
Put that thang in her caboose
Only way you hang is with a noose
Beef with us, it ain't no truce
Y'all s lame, y'all ain't like us
Hanging with the devil off angel dust
For that money, in God we trust
All fall victim for greed and lust
Who you 'pose to trust when guns gone bust?
Living every day like it's the end
Just waking up, feelin' like a sin
Gotta keep a eye on your friends
'Cause everybody hungry in them streets
rob ya grandma for something to eat
Know it's fucked up, that's how it be
Growing up living everyday in the D
And it don't seem like shit gon' change
No time soon in the City of Boom
Doomed from the time we emerged from the womb
So to cope, drugs we consume
Here we go, now, here we go
Ain't no water, how a flower gon' grow?
Ain't no change, then how we gon' change?
No umbrella, we stuck in the rain
Dark clouds hanging all over our head
No sunshine and them showers be lead
Lighting up squares and them dots be red
Now ya best friend gets shot in the head, damn
Everyone loves that Deck at the start of a song, but I'm all about that Ghostface. He just rides this beat perfectly.Inspectah Deck on Wu-Tang Clan’s “Triumph”
"I bomb atomically Socrates' philosophies/And hypothesis can't define how I be dropping these/Mockeries lyrically perform armed robbery"
GZA so underratedTommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy
When you fake moves on a you employ
We'll all emerge off your set, now you know God damn
I show living large s how to flip a def jam
And rough up the motherfuckin' house cause I smother
You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a brother
I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act wild
That shit is jive, an old sleeping bag profile
The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a tough city
s be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons
They know they microphone's a virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
That's like going to Venus driving a mercury
The capitol of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang
Witty unpredictable talent and natural game
I death row an mc with mic cables
The epic is that I rush associated labels
From east west to atco, I bring it to a next plateau
But I keep it phat though, yo
I'm hitting batters up with the wild pitch style
I even show an Uptown MC a style
Who thought he saw me on 4th & Broadway
But I was out on the island, bombing MC's all day
My priority is that I'm first priority
I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority
So look out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master
Breaking down your pendulum
As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the
Appendix, I'm holding more more weight than Colombia
Index Interscope, we RCA, clan
That's coming with a plan to free a
Slave of a mental death MC don't panic
Throw that A&R off the boat in the Atlantic
Now who's the bad boy character, not from Arista
But firing weapons released on Geffen
So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown
My central broadcasting systems is low down
And dirty, like that bastard
It's getting drastic
Everyone loves that Deck at the start of a song, but I'm all about that Ghostface. He just rides this beat perfectly.
Everyone loves that Deck at the start of a song, but I'm all about that Ghostface. He just rides this beat perfectly.
I still can't decide if Liquid Swords or Cuban Linx is my favorite Wu Tang album.GZA so underrated
Liquid Swords is such a classic album
It’s close. I think ghost and rae winI still can't decide if Liquid Swords or Cuban Linx is my favorite Wu Tang album.
Gza just makes me sit up and listen when he talks, the dude has an awesome voice and is clearly an extremely intelligent man
Cuban Linx is straight hype and East Coast gangster though
Hard to argue against 36 Chambers, certainly one of the most important albums ever madeIt’s close. I think ghost and rae win
The best Wu album of all time is still 36 chambers IMO
Protect ya neck still sends shivers TO THIS DAY lol