《Rushing elephants》是Wu Tang Clan演唱的歌曲，由R Diggs、Elgin Turner、G Grice、J Hunter、C Woods、R. Diggs、G. Grice、J. Hunter、C. Woods作詞，收錄於《8 Diagrams》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Rushing elephants
- 所屬專輯：8 Diagrams
- 歌曲原唱：Wu Tang Clan
- 填詞：R Diggs、Elgin Turner、G Grice、J Hunter、C Woods、R. Diggs、G. Grice、J. Hunter、C. Woods
- 發行日期：2008年5月13日
歌曲歌詞
Yo yo yo
What up kid
Yo these niggaz is back son
Say work
For real
I'm telling you story don't stop me ni**a
I seen it like a Zenith man
You hear me man
Word up man
Ya'll know what it is
It's on again man for real man
Top gun what what
Aiyo we came through thumping like elephants
The new range is super charged I remains intelligent
Back to the formula Lord hard grammar
This is God school make sure
The lobby ain't jammed up
Excalibur swords
C rexes bibles of rhymes we in the lunchroom
W**d and veggies for breakfast
Polo campus sicker lances the crisp hundred dollar kick niggas
That be showing you hand steps
Back to the dormatory
Where niggas broke my forearm and index finger
Now you write glory
True holding my flag it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it you gon' say rae mad
Now it's 28 days later
Now wu's up do something you can't
It's blood in my eye I might get amped
To rip something down the billboard holders is back
So when you see me you gon' say he gets down
From darkness to DNA I move with my brother
And we resonate energy that shifts in colors
Bringing MC's punishment
Then I'm done with it
The meter leave way on the fast break I run with it
It was not a hobby but a childhood passion
That had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned
Every line to line bar for bar is clockwork
Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt
Check the total amount of MC's inflicted
With torture
From moving with work that's restricted
We criticize producers 'til they joints are right
Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light
Hitting them from well conceiled firing positions
With explosiveness
That'll make the deaf listen drastic pyroclastic
Connected with the same old down the dangerous slopes
Of an active volcano
Blitz like the green bay packers
Sack like the linebackers hang with niggas like redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of beck's like a vexed german
Duck low behind the car my tech burning
Neck burning from eight karats of sunlight
Absorbed in the grill big pun like
Lord of the wu tang sword know what that means
Like J R Tolkien it's the Lord of the rings
This is my man chef auto like grand theft auto
The 18th letter followed by the mark of Zorro
Plus a not for apple
But I pack an apple
Shorty try to buck back and knock me off the saddle
Caramel pecan sundae
Pregline
Plump breasts was filled with saline
Her big booty cousin nasty Nadine
Get you on the floor
Whore tried to double team
Is he still that nucca
Is he in the hood like that
Is he really strapped will he really split yo' sh*t
I thought you said he rap
Pull up in the yard ten sets
He ain't flexing
Microphone ripping heat holding
Who testing
Rope a d**e his black lotus can't quote this
Chat with the sword tongue
Duck when the axe is swinging
Wild apache drum crazy horse kicking his thoughts he won't quit
Can't tell 'em nothing he grown
Give the man room space was demanded
Beat banging through the speaker voice
Heat seek missle guided at the listener
Swing to the gospel catch up and wet at the Brothel
Unstoppable direction of my flow optional to the ear
Depending on the current of air the crowd's in
