RZA

RZA - Lab Drunk lyrics

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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
 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 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 the verse out my lung
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Publisher: Gee Street

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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