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    Rza Bobby Digital Lab Drunk текст песни

    Lab Drunk

    [Intro: RZA]
    Wu Tang worldwide Wu Tang Bobby Digital worldwide
    Wordlwide word up all y’all crab MC’s out there
    Let me spark y’all like this one time

    [RZA]
    Yo I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles chrome bowls
    Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles
    To ya head you’ll be spread across the floor
    And ain’t headed for a bead of roses
    Needle threaded one jaw have said it
    By the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship
    Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can’t stay a-float
    You sink to the brink of extincted animals
    While I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals
    Steal stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences
    Quick to detect your intentions, if they’re wicked
    Meditate, build the house on the next dimension
    My flow is co-hension, you’ll be startled

    Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
    Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
    Smellin like I ran over I skunk
    Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
    But fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung

    Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk
    Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
    Smellin like I ran over I skunk
    Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
    But fuck it, I got to spit this verse, yo

    Pound drop your head to the canvas
    It’s like you got no fuckin manners
    You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin banners
    Touchin amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers
    Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the cannister
    You can’t compare to an atom of my hair
    While my verbal shot be drillin through the cave of your ear
    Recochet to the ceilin, the desert eagle hemisphere
    Deflect off your medula, exit off to the rear
    MCin is easier to me than breathin
    And makin beats to me is easier than bein
    Killin vibes is easier than seein
    I be geein, and fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin
    Bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez
    Plot by rocks, wildily ghost, still needle flyin trees
    My mind sees all of the unusual energies
    Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze?

    Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
    Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
    Smellin like I ran over I skunk
    Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
    But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung

    Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk
    Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
    Smellin like I ran over I skunk
    Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
    But fuck it, I got to spit it

    Yo, your floweress is powerless against me
    Your cowardess attack can master track alchemist raps
    Rap Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, lex bullet 4
    Millenium falcon, just to protect the Wu-Tang’s sacred valium
    Chased by jake’s planes, I race state’s police
    We slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts
    Unpredictable pain is inflictable
    Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you
    1.9 level meter, son, you just skipped on my class
    Is here to rap camera classes, hi-jack these bus passes
    This system was symphonic, jacked with no masses
    Sound systems blast-es, rhyme system was writin, well-casted
    Strong as safari hunter, calm in black mongo
    Un-plug the dynamic mic cord and hung you
    From a towerin speaker, I tape your ear to the tweater
    My mental idea’s are more severe than your heater
    Innocent drive-bys, 85′ers shoot try to over throw us
    They love us like babies, once they get to know us
    Your floweress is powerless against me

    Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
    Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts



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