Ode to Django (The D Is Silent) RZA
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[Intro: samples]
"Mr. Wilson!"
"Good morning innkeeper! Two beers for two weary travelers"
"I love you Django"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell you think you doing, boy?"
"I love you Django"
"Get that nigga out of here!"
"Where life has little value, prepare the death"
"I love you Django"
"Another day, another death"
"I love you Django"
"Another dollar"
[Verse 1: RZA]
He who go through snow, rain, mountain or ice
Nothing can block ya, this path of vengeance
There's no repenting, he came to deliver
Out the death sentence, on enemies
Blood stains on the cotton field by the cotton mill
Cold steel keep the body hot, they rot in hell
36 lashes on his back, left gashes
Every crack of the whip, he got mental flashes
They interrupt his baby making, and his lady's taken
To a far off place, more north and more forsaken
Lord help these fools, they be dead man
Bout to put a third hole in their Klan headbands
The good Dr. Schultz check their dental records
The slug make his whole mug disconnected
They learn to shoot, doing the dead man tango
He's wild like a wild durango
But the D is silent, Django
"Mr. Wilson!"
"Good morning innkeeper! Two beers for two weary travelers"
"I love you Django"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell you think you doing, boy?"
"I love you Django"
"Get that nigga out of here!"
"Where life has little value, prepare the death"
"I love you Django"
"Another day, another death"
"I love you Django"
"Another dollar"
[Verse 1: RZA]
He who go through snow, rain, mountain or ice
Nothing can block ya, this path of vengeance
There's no repenting, he came to deliver
Out the death sentence, on enemies
Blood stains on the cotton field by the cotton mill
Cold steel keep the body hot, they rot in hell
36 lashes on his back, left gashes
Every crack of the whip, he got mental flashes
They interrupt his baby making, and his lady's taken
To a far off place, more north and more forsaken
Lord help these fools, they be dead man
Bout to put a third hole in their Klan headbands
The good Dr. Schultz check their dental records
The slug make his whole mug disconnected
They learn to shoot, doing the dead man tango
He's wild like a wild durango
But the D is silent, Django
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