《No Hook》歌词

[00:03:17] Rza:

[00:03:17] Spectacular cardiovascular attacker!

[00:03:17] Shaq's on the track with the blackular,

[00:03:17] Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzla,

[00:03:17] Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular

[00:03:17] Veins... Do it quick nicca bi**h, before your brain get drained...

[00:03:17] With the horror you now have become stained...

[00:03:17] Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter,

[00:03:17] The skill like a splinter! A decimal,

[00:03:17] Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we...

[00:03:17] (Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual,

[00:03:17] Styles break your mind!

[00:03:17] Shine, n***a, shine!

[00:03:17] All: We don't need no hooks!

[00:03:17] Shaq:

[00:03:17] The Shaq Attaq has risen,

[00:03:17] Au concrete pm this is twizm,

[00:03:17] Always & forever, forever always attack,

[00:03:17] I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack!

[00:03:17] Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic,

[00:03:17] Cd, #3 Static!

[00:03:17] You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin',

[00:03:17] Aeiou's a a**-whoopin'! You're tooken

[00:03:17] Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger,

[00:03:17] Quick to rearrange a... Outlook, so look out,

[00:03:17] So here me comes! Quick to beat you down,

[00:03:17] Like the rza on the drums!

[00:03:17] Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'.

[00:03:17] My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman

[00:03:17] Emblem! Marks, get set, go left,

[00:03:17] The Shaq, the rza, get ready for the Meth!

[00:03:17] All: We don't need no hooks!

[00:03:17] Method Man:

[00:03:17] Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome,

[00:03:17] Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down.

[00:03:17] I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here

[00:03:17] To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method.

[00:03:17] Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz,

[00:03:17] It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer:

[00:03:17] Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back

[00:03:17] To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track,

[00:03:17] Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it,

[00:03:17] The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted.

[00:03:17] My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin',

[00:03:17] Got your wholes block duckin'

[00:03:17] Down! The end is here, apocalypse now!

[00:03:17] Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out.

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