Semi-Automatic: Full Rap Metal Jacket Wu-Tang Clan (Ft. Streetlife)
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[Chorus: U-God]
You can’t hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
You can’t hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
[Verse 1: U-God]
I made mean lean when I pump my spunk
And here's the chump of Machine Gun Funk
I bliss, like the fist of the mantis
Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas
With rigormor’, I hit you in the core and
Pop your legs well in the figure four
You can’t stop the force when the blood is coursin’
Extortion, I’m comin’ like the headless horseman
Enforcin’, torturous slang from a fortune
Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins
Don’t pop Glocks at me then cops a plea
A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea
Deep depths make rappers salted
Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, often
Lay down them lines with them hard hits
And I’m harmin’, bombin’ with heavy bombardments
Pushin’ poetry like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad RZA track, lay it down
I’m hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement
Knock you in the head, you wonder where the days went
It’s golden bangles, microphone gettin’ strangled
Five-star general, scars you want to angle
Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer
Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbing
Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings
You can’t hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
You can’t hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
[Verse 1: U-God]
I made mean lean when I pump my spunk
And here's the chump of Machine Gun Funk
I bliss, like the fist of the mantis
Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas
With rigormor’, I hit you in the core and
Pop your legs well in the figure four
You can’t stop the force when the blood is coursin’
Extortion, I’m comin’ like the headless horseman
Enforcin’, torturous slang from a fortune
Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins
Don’t pop Glocks at me then cops a plea
A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea
Deep depths make rappers salted
Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, often
Lay down them lines with them hard hits
And I’m harmin’, bombin’ with heavy bombardments
Pushin’ poetry like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad RZA track, lay it down
I’m hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement
Knock you in the head, you wonder where the days went
It’s golden bangles, microphone gettin’ strangled
Five-star general, scars you want to angle
Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer
Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbing
Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings
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