The Show - Wu-Tang Clan
Lyrics by：Wu-Tang Clan
Composed by：Wu-Tang Clan
For money I assassinate
Today I have an opponent that's worthy
Now killing me
You won't find that so easy
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Revolutionary gangster the will to kill
Everything up my roots is steel
Do it big time march through the desert and shine
Let the C's live free while we open the minds
Of every black man white man no color my writing hand
Is like dynamite I fight for land
Blood stains yo gettin' money affect the plan
We travel to Beijing and end up in Japan
Hoods everywhere bring the goods and gear
And teach them how to hold mics and grow them beards
Then stop check my brothers and my sisters in Africa
We know that's theirs yes we been actin' up
Bush f**ked the world up and left our soldiers
Out in Iraq bless them with roses
Foes try to approach we roast them goats
We terrorize the city while forgettin' the quotes
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They tryin' to take us back to Reaganomics with atomic bombs
On Islamic countries to stop them from being Islamic
But Islam is a way of life
Islam is the way of Christ
Islam means peace the beast must pay a price
For his wickedness politics is the trickiest
Business on this planet the bandits are the slipperiest
Snakes who ever slithered you ever stop to consider
Who's pulling these strings from Napoleon to Hitler
Is there an unseen hand with the unseen plan
The unclean man from the unclean land
Desire to kill the righteous dumbs down the brightest
Give his life in this world that seem so lifeless
Put a price on things that are priceless
The fierceness that meanness is stronger than the niceness
Who really has the power is is theirs is it ours
Is it a democracy or the morning prowlers
Do we have a press or President
Is it a test or a testament Pest or pestilence
Who got the evidence
Who got the common sense Stop all the negligence
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I oversee the world
You taught many of 'em many dudes
I'm moldin' rappers and showed 'em how to eat
Chef the senator of thoughts
Democratic gats
Saved by the judge
The flavor that was brought about that day
Steaks come out raw
Say oh clap your hands
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Let's go
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Say oh clap your hands
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C'mon c'mon
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