Wu-tang Clan - Reunited (remix) lyrics

[Ol' Dirty ba*tard *singin* (RZA)] Reunited cuz it feels so good (Yo, yo, n***az ain't sh**) Reunited cuz we're understood (Your b**h ain't sh**) There's one perfect thing and (Your momma ain't sh**) children this one is it (Your daddy ain't sh**) We both we're so excited cuz (You ain't sh**) we're reunited, hey! hey! (n***az ain't sh** Your momma ain't sh** Your daddy ain't sh** You ain't sh**, you ain't sh** Yo, yo) [GZA] Reunited, double LP, world excited Struck a ma** to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked n***az come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-a** beats, them n***az rap happily Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor Casual dresser, you may dress fresher The way that I speak this sh** is energetic My physique of meat is quick atheletic Remove all MC's who disapprove that my funky fresh particle always have the groove You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite All negative on the mic, I dislike Try to rock the mic but only will reduce Try to get loose, you juice as a youth Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right Try to be talkative, there's no alternative Hide until I forgive, this motive I am unique with the perfected physique The objective of my rhyme is my own technique I maintain the paradise on this Earth with the shut the f** up style for what this sh** is worth Watch a n***a catch a purse Super-hero n***az die Do my dirt, get away and multiply You b**hes, ya nice guys Always want b**h, because ya need mine I pleased on how I get up on the stage and f** up the show Cuz nobody can't f** with me! You bootleggin buyin motherf**ers, don't do that with me with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money! Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin? When I was young, I was taught how to produce the science of babies gettin loose I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt We ain't sayin nuthin I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert Love potion, plenty bones I put up What!? What!? What!? What!? You know what time it is, mothef**ers! [Ol' Dirty ba*tard *singing* (Ms. Roxy)] Reunited and it feels so good (It's Wu mothef**ers) Reunited cuz we're understood (ah, Wu-Tang motherf**ers) There's one perfect thing and children this one is it We both we're so excited cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! (It's Wu motherf**ers ah, Wu-Tang motherf**ers It's Wu motherf**ers ah, Wu-Tang motherf**ers It's Wu motherf**ers ah, Wu-Tang motherf**ers) [Outro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan. We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin? I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down. Master P, you holdin it down. KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down. Give Snoop my love, E-40. MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond. This is family, I don't give a f**! Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, n***a! Y'all n***az know how the f** I get down! knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this sh**! KnowImean? I love y'all n***az! Motherf**er, my stomach hurts! b**h, I got to go! (ah, Wu-Tang motherf**ers...)