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The Monument - Wu Tang Clan
Yeah, yeah yeah now,
What the fuck now?

Flipmode Wu-Tang shit,
What the fuck now?

Yeah yeah yeah

Historical and monumental shit

What the fuck now?

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight smack a nigga right
In the face like this was handball
Or make a mural out his
Face up on a damn wall
Niggas play hard and shit,
If you know what's best for you
Why y'all niggas better safeguard your shit
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
Fuck with street geniuses and
Bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
Street niggas now the corporate boss
Still go to why y'all restaurant for
Steamed fish and Irish moss
And why-yo, the way we do it
And you see how my shit bomb
Your whole show wack and
I'm a cancel your sitcom
Fuck a nigga broad 'til
Ahe tired and real calm
You ain't knowing my name tattooed
On your bitch arm
The way we blow shit is a shame
Casually bust my gun and celebrate busting
A cork on the champagne
Wrote you with a whole new approach
That lead a whole team of niggas
Why'all should know
I only ball like a coach, now!
Check out the light fixture,
Freak lines like white bitches
Let the mic lines hang
That slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords,
Big gun only fuck with sawed-offs
That's my specialty, more to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster lord
I analyze your work those
That got merked were not established
Texture look classy,
Arm baby 2000 raspberry
S-5, blowin through Asbury
Soon to own steakhouses,
Glowin like makeover thousand
Them them niggas, robbing from Pinkhouse's
Show and prove, knocking off cab drivers
God, sodomize money,
Ring two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
Baby, it's all designers,
Tailor-made Wu gooses
Limousine, automatic new Uzi's in 'em yo
Relax, cousin just cruise through,
Jewels with him

Move up the block,
Giant box blast my song
Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on
Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
Some assuming they paid dues
And joined the union
Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
Quick to crumble, type to be
On the stand and fumble
Divine Master, threw on the track
That made 'em bleed
He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant
Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
Starlight scope, with the night vision device
Splendid marksman,
That'll shoot the one off the dice
Split a grain of rice,
In one shot we kill 'em twice