Lethaface - Rumble lyrics

[Intro: U-God] Countdown... [Verse 1: U-God] Are you ready? Are you mad inside? Got you strapped down to your seats Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip God speed, approach follow my lead Fire winds gust, empire crush Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul Sound waves slay out the bat cave smoke My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote Down slope, elegant as Fantasia k**er whale tale inhale, black male from Asia All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid In the shaft, shotty co*ked, hip hop to the limit Nightwatch, pad mark Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash Gimmie what it takes NOW!! Chorus [U-God] 2x RAGE ROCK ROLL FIGHT BRAWL FALL RUMBLLLLLLEEE!!! [Verse 2: Letha Face] The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City With the possibility to stop your walkin ability God forgive me, spark enemies with pistol grips The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you sh** through your dick Official scripts strikes when physical hits You physical b**h, watch for the imperial blitz, serious sh** Submit, subject to the wreck war tone, and thought poems Liver than WWF Warzone Walk upon them Gotti tracks, bodies collapse Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks Logical facts from the terror dome Spill from the guts, trail to you ?puss? from where you bust In God you now entrust Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut While crowd round up [Chorus] (x2) [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] A-yo, yo; I spit bars, travelling tremendous speed measuring far Been busting satellites circling Mars Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force Of a hundred wild n***as piled in a Trojan Horse Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic Professional neck sh**, left foes beheaded This music, is mind control like computer chips Been doing this for numerous years, refuse to lose it With turbo tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over Ayatollah, high roller nine totter Mind controller, 2009 time folder My coalition, bring the demolition Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no intermission Spitting hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks Makin million men march [Chorus] (x2) [Verse 4: Method Man] Yo, who got next? Meth got next I chin check, all these MC's line em up god, I go Jihad Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge Police squads trying to bogard, we rip and rob The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is In the ghetto, we ain't scared to d**h, but scared to live So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy Rusty-a** .38 Special, n***as owe me Slowly I turn, face the one and only Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a b**h I keeps a b**h 36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk Take that watch off and tuck your necklace City never sleeps, streets is restless Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy Chorus 2x