Wu-tang Clan - Dangerous Mindz lyrics

[Verse 1: Too Poetic/Grym reaper] Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo... Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists be poundin on your head like jackhammers You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out with just a few scars when the beating ends The streets [sniff] let ya breathe again But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this My sword hits the human orb until it orbits In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting Stop riding the dick, start writin your own sh** Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer Grym will mentally chop your career See sh** is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name you better duck fate, or catch a f**in face full of duct tape You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey [Verse 2: Prince Rakeem/Rzarector] Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible Water-walker, immune to all physical torture Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic The imperial - material's venerial MC's get murdered in serial, you can't f** with the material Unorthodox paradox, my sh** is seen wide-screen Magnavox Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus Cause war like the grandson of Kush I'm hangin devil's heads on a evergreen bush Sugar-frosted sorceresses b**hes get exhausted p**y lips be drippin, like leaky faucets Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers While I'm guzzlin Piper's, changin my son's sh**ty-a** diapers Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece You get stampeded by the wildabeast A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone Choked from my d**h, every time they break a wishbone Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me Potentially, I have the key to make G's MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the fruit with the trees k**a bees spread rapid like diseases See it's, like the second comin of Jesus, of Nazareth be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope n***az realize they just can't cope The hair, bustin out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc [Verse 3: Frukwan/Gatekeeper] I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish My science is divided deep into your central nervous Pervert area codes peep this murder I'm boxed-in, s**in hologram tits, inhalin oxygen Parallel world of crab n***as and sea shells mix I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm Physical existence is descendants of Allah I travel at high rates, Weaker men are primates That either migrate or get burnt to the stake I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetimene My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy Crazy el loco, gas n***az like Sunoco Flush em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah with traction, flashin a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus Turmoil boilin appointed, n***az rubbin off my style like a ointment Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara Rahh! Bearer, Digestin minerals in abundance Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons