Текст песни Wu Tang Forever (Method Man) с переводом

En garde, I’ll let you try my Wu-Tang style

I’d like to try your Wu-Tang style, let’s begin, then

Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style

If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous

Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Ayo, ayo, Wu-Tang forever, who rhyme better?

We too clever, the boom bap’s back, harder than ever

R.I.P. O.D.B, comin' through like Killa Bee

Ever since I heard Enter the 36 in '93

You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style, I leave 'em all dismembered

Fuck a mumble rap, that shit won’t never be remembered

Not even a contender, no, pretender, best surrender

My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra)

Yeah, we live and thorough

Assassinatin' every single muthafuckin' borough

From Staten to Brooklyn to Queens, the Bronx and Harlem

All the way to Maryland, yeah, we comin' for all 'em

Bobby Tarantino to the Digital

My shit is pivotal, smokin' chronic, no medicinal

Who you know assemble the Clan like Voltron?

The one and only Logic, the God, the don, I’m gone

Ay-yo, Logic, what up?

We gon' let these muthafuckas try this Wu-Tang style

Yo, yo, yo, yo, kaboom!

Guess who stepped in the room

It’s Ghostface, gold plates, old truths, more cake

Intelligent brothers with nine hoods, movin' snowflakes

Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase

Push weight, this Colgate, tre-eights and old gates

Exfoliate those we most hate, we don’t associate

We wear robes that you can’t even pronunciate

We eat foods where you can’t even pronounce you ate

Cribs where the floor just rises up and rotates

Locations low-key, can’t even locate

Twin nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmates

Team makin' us so much cream, we bought gold plates

Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades

It gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge

57 MB, yo, metallic green, seats is piped off

Seize 'em old tracks, unite through 'em

The kitchen is my palace, get your dance on

While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on

I’m known to wil' out, put the cams on

Jewels down, the sets dip, my gems got grams on

A specialist when I’m bakin'

Rhymes be comin' out, we makin'

We challengin' these chumps for lumps

Here’s the statement—stop hatin'

The crew is all about gettin' this cake in

You know about me, you relatin'

The enigma, the stigmas that the RZA and the GZA

Both lyrical prolific, fixtures of rap scriptures

Mixtures of hipsters, weed smokers, and beer drinkers

Prince and the Pauper, spiritual clear-thinkers

Cake in the oven, Superbad like McLovin

Huggin' all four boroughs, puffin' herb with my cousin

Academically speaking, rap vocabulary’s weakenin'

I felt it comin' like The Weeknd when these starboys start tweakin'

Sporadic pill-poppin' of OxyContin

III-gotten sexual intercourse make shorty wop feel rotten

The travesty-tapestry of microphone mastery has been refuted

Diluted, broken down to a catastrophe

But cats still get the trophy, hit y’all with that «Okie-dokie»

Burt Reynolds, Bandit, goddamnit

Where the fuck is Smokey Bear when you need one?

I got a light-beam gun

I’ll blast a hole in your chest that you can’t bleed from

But you’ll die through iniquity, plus stupidity of that trickery

My verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity

You can never get rid of me, step back and consider me

Wu Killa Bee, but I’m not big on bigotry

Old school on this track, I feel invincible

This new school ain’t really got rules and lack the principles

Got more clowns than the Motown, they puttin' critical

The gun, Smokey Robinson, you need a Miracle

Go back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical

When nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminals

The stats, homie, all these killas usin' subliminals

Y’all don’t even smile in your pictures, you dudes is miserable

Witty unpredictable torture over your physical

Struggle bar, used to pour water over the cereal

Another bar, reppin' my squad, not individual

But one Nation under God, that’s indivisible

My time critical, hands off I’m digital

Me and my Ladybug, back when the planet was Digable

I’m cool like that, my cash rule like that

I’m classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that, come on

It’s only Logic, we got 'em mobbin' in the mosh pit

Fifth Brother, INS hotter than the tropics

The hot shit I drop quick

Major player, watch my stock lift

Razor-blade sharpness regardless to whom or what

Sound boy, turn that music up

Naysayer, you ain’t even got a clue what’s up

Deadly melody, the sickness, the remedy

Everything circulate back around eventually

Witty unpredictable, talent all-natural

Gain, Wu-Tang pumpin' through your veins

Twenty-five years, still more of the same

The flow like water with the boilin' flame

INS, your highness, they callin' my name

Boy, I wet the scene similar to fallin' rain

In our own lane, y’all soundin' all the same

Tell 'em Wu-Tang is on your brain

Survival of the fittest be cold days with no money

They don’t want me with stacks, they better take it from me

You know the currency gone soon as you break a twenty

So I ain’t down if you ain’t talkin' that band language

Dear Lord, I’m tryna buy me a train with it

An airplane, see me flyin' to Spain with it

But money don’t make me, and I ain’t gonna change with it

I’m in the hood, lookin' good, the way I came with it

Do it for the Cs, they understood the game with it

We gave birth when we understood the pain with it

When we create wars, everybody is a gangbanger

We killin' each other, but we all got the same anger

Never go against the grain, homie, that’s hateful

Another day in the life for us to be grateful

Spread love, homie, yeah, get a plateful

It’s better to stay full, so let’s make moves

I know your momma told you that I was a great dude

These dirty-ass cops, they kill and rape you

On some Jason shit, might Crystal in the Lake you

What? What, what? They might Crystal in the Lake you

Boom bap blast’ll blow your sleeves off

Our Flashback Jacks are somethin' to feed off

Smoke and roast ya, the No. 9 Potion

Pull that shit, son, we open the ocean

Who gives a fuck who’s snortin' and drinkin' and smokin'?

You get killed for jokin', everybody’s hopin'

That’s another level of emotion

Food stamps niggas doin' grocery

Police wanna grope me

Perp walk, then nigga street-talk

We bury niggas in sea salt

I carry the torch where I leave off

I’m givin' bitches somethin' to breathe on

I rip off a shoulder to lean on

It’s fair game, it’s two in a lane, she took two trains

And none of my rhymes are two and the same

Nigga get cooked on a open flame

I’m a hillbilly, Park Hill-trained

My rhyme starts riots in the mountains

Thirty-six million and countin'

The harder they come, the harder I go

Loosen up my arms, can I get comfortable?

Stay on my tip-toes, old-school Wu beat

This is a flip-phone, dude, your slips showin'

Where I come from it stays snowin'

The grammar is raw, I’m slammin' the door

Beez bang bong in your jaw

I hit 'em in the head with the hammer of Thor

Stars and bars, makes me a general

Anything less, makes me a criminal

Gotta dig deep for these Wu-Tang minerals

G.O.D., shadowbox with the L.O.G.I.C

On the count of three, Wu-Tang

First, master your breathin'

I’m mental ass-whoopin', I’m teachin' when I’m speakin'

I’m a champion from Brooklyn

I’m movin' super-ninjas and Shaolin executioners

Avenger, a righteous defender

Grandmaster from the 36th Chamber

Toad style is mentally strong, so strengthen your arms

To hold my microphone you need iron palms

Remain calm, Jamel Irief

Wise chief, Wu-Tang poison clansman from the east, yeah

Enter a world of a universal mind of one kind

A thick swarm of words that’s expressed in one rhyme

Food for thought, impossible sliders with the seasoning Regardless,

I speak logic—clear reasoning

The uncivilized, get the mineral lines, quartz

Self-directed, calculated, controlled thoughts

A point-of-view of the thinkers

Monumental architecture, amazing as the Incas

(Sinatra) (Wu-Tang)

W.T.C., ah-ha

The faculty

Ain’t nothin' goin' on, don’t nothin' move

Nobody slide, nobody get hurt

En garde, I’ll let you try my Wu tang style

I’d like to try your Wu tang style, let’s begin, then

Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu tang sword style

If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous

Do you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me?