Wu-Tang Clan - The best Quotes

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every cent

The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your f*ckin' chin

I give an order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin' star
'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar

First things first, man, you're f*ckin' with the worst
I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a f*ckin' nurse

Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
Blow up your project, then take all your assets

In particular my beats travel like a vortex
Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream

Light is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind

My deadly notes reign supreme, your thought is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought
I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies in his own iniquity?

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack
My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats

Here I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get this low
I'm cherry bombin' sh*ts… boom!
Just warmin' up a little bit, vroom vroom

I got beef with commercial-ass n*ggas with gold teeth
Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef
Straight up and down, don't even bother
I got 40 n*ggas up in here now who kill n*ggas' fathers

Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk
Phony n*ggas are outlined in chalk

Well, I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary and carry like Mariah

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation Proclamation

You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man

My Wu-Tang slang is mad f*ckin' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin' through your back
Givin' bystanders heart attacks

Purple Perc, sticky green mollies, sippy lean
Got the white that's sure to light the floor like in 'Billie Jean'

I smoke on the mic like 'Smokin' Joe' Frazier
The hell-raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor

You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris

Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept?

Watch these rap n*ggas get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up

By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans
Black Mrs. America, your name is Erica, right true
Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe

Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm runnin' with thugs that flood mugs
So, grab your eight plus one
Start flippin' and trippin', n*ggas is jettin', I'm lickin' off, son