Wu Tang Forever (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, RZA, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, Cappadonna, Jackpot Scotty Wotty, U-God, Masta Killa & GZA) - Logic

Yo. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise (Wu-Tang Clan) I got my uzi back You dudes is wack Face it the Wu is back (Raekwon the Chef) Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggas, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass () (Ghostface Killah) Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin' Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles () (RZA) Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'? Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin' Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ". Any Means Necessary" (Method Man) John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot (Inspectah Deck) New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals (Masta Killa) This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see (GZA) From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets ()

All you hoes, be cryin' for these bitches All you niggaz, be cryin' for these hoes Both hands clusty, pullin' out gats Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda dusty We back don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah Comin' from the thirty-six chamber Math, let the plate spin Many brothers y'all be sparkin' Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu Who the fuck knocked our buildings down? Who the man behind the World Trade massacres Step up now Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch? Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits No disrespect, that's where I rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true Nigga my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war Yes yes y'all, the INS bless y'all Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball Role call where my niggaz that's one for all And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk Then smoke a ounce as we count mills Providin' you pure ecstasy without pills Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man How the fuck did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real We live from it, it's the God I-Reelz Yo' wonderful, spark the blillz Let me build with the people for the mills I'm rollin' with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill Peace to Brownsville Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin' snipers You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill How you livin' Street Life? I'm surrounded by criminals Serial killers tote guns without the serial High-tech, street intellect, all digital Project original, sheisty individual New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man How the fuck did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu Sendin' letters to China, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom At home, it's worth money, I adorns Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo We got the fit teds on, lookin' all fink Daddy everybody get money from now on Payday flash Visas livin' like, Easter e'ryday Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430 That shit that float through water, eyeball come up Drop birdies yo We can eat right, or we can clap these toys I'm with Street Life, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act like my shoe fittin' Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin' It's Hot Nixon, same team same position Battin' average three-five-seven and still hittin' Y'all still bitchin', still lame and still chicken I'm still here, one leg missin' and still kickin' 'Cause I'm hard, hard like a criminal Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck Comin' from the thirty-six chamber Bring it to 'em proper, potnah It's Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, crushin' the game Pretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, hand cuppin' they thang Who gets strange, gassed up playin' with flames Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man How the fuck did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu Nigga

Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin' Cruisin' through the universe in my spaceship 'Cause Earth girls nowadays too basic Face it, look in the mirror, embrace it You're a thot What up, what up? I've been in the cut I don't give a fuck what's up, I feel it in my gut (Yeah, ayy) Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, I don't give a damn Fuck the norm, liquor got me feelin' warm I'm headed to space with my team in a fleet of flyin' submarines Submerge a hundred years into the atlas, then we're clean When we surfaced, there was no need for money purchases But my Wiz still has Chanel purses I had a solid gold diamond encrusted book The sole purpose was to hold important verses Claustrophobic, they tried to bound me in COVID But my strand of DNA, it can not be decoded I told y'all this, put those laser guns away Before I black out and take your whole sun away My star cruiser with a flux motor, vodka with the club soda Ice in the cup holder, Bobby be that type of soldier That I wouldn't fuck over, turn to a supernova The rap Galactus, five emcees my daily quota My shuttle's a dream house, spa with a steam room Pool with a logo and backyard is a screenin' room Lookin' out my window, every view is a scenic view They say life's a dream, I say that you could dream it too Logic, Logic, yo They say life is but a dream, but I say that you could dream it too Yo, Logic, wake up What, what, what? Yo, it's like four o' clock We gotta go pick up Castro, you're performin' tonight Oh shit, alright, uh, but can we get some food first? I'm fuckin' hungry as shit Hell yeah, I'm starvin' Yo, throw me the keys Yo, Lenny, I just had the craziest dream, bro About what? Yo, I was on a song with the fuckin' RZA, man It was crazy and weird, I— I can't really remember it Oh shit, yo, I'll meet you in the car, I gotta piss first Oh, alright, cool Hey, you know what would be really crazy? If you got the whole Clan on a song one day Haha, yeah, right, Lenny Gotta get out this basement first

Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People calling me, asking me for money, man The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all Bumping Triple Six Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks Who the bitch riding with me? Man, the devil tryna get me Motivated, under-educated, and hated But finally getting cake like a happy belated Bitch I made it, we on Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it Feel like I've been waiting forever, forever to inherit This is war, I declare it Time is money, I can't spare it Futuristic, so simplistic Please decipher my linguistics Slow it down, Robitussin I'm the king, ain't no discussion And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion My consumption is the illest Section eight, I know you feel this On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds? EBT, that's the card I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard Work so fucking much my greates fear is imma die alone Every diamond in my chain yeah thats a milestone People calling me asking me for money man The only thing imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone God damn, god damn, we at it again Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up Fuck around and get messed up When I murder the rhyme, I'm living divine You know that I'm one of a kind Lemme get it right now, ho Draped up and I'm dripped out, right now, ho Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, so On the down low, haters drown slow On the down low, haters drown slow Oh God, my God, we got it all right Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right? These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut That's what's up All these bitches out here tryna gas it up This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough "Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be asking us White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough Now they know my name through the nation Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em And bitch I'm still the same Dash of auto tune so y'all can feel the pain Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury Work so fucking much my greates fear is imma die alone Every diamond in my chain yeah thats a milestone People calling me asking me for money man The only thing imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone (Hello, no one is available to take your call) I been working hard, I been searching for God I been working hard, I been searching for God (Please leave a message after the tone) Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I get you But I insist you call me back cause I miss you I wish you well, well, I wish you would call Cause lately you feel like I'm just not your sister at all, all I'm sorry for calling and balling, I'm all in And I feel like I'm falling lately, it feel like my children hate me You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me And lately I, I feel more like mommy, I know I'm me, but still You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone As as for he left and he ain't coming back I hate the man, if I see him I swear I tell him that No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting, selling that He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back I been working hard, I been searching for God I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be with me And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya Tried to call ya, where are ya? And Paris, what a beautiful destination And perish right by the Eiffel, come now, please don't be spiteful Of all my small talk, I think we're overdue a long talk When I see kids around the way I say "hey, I'm your dad" It gets me thinking of incredible moments we've had And on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug you But do you think you could stop rapping about my drug use? I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend Yeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19 And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're there And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care Of anything I need, of your family Can I have some tickets to your next show? Would you stand with me? Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine? I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom My mind going crazy, but I still look hella calm Maybe you could tell beep I've been feeling under pressure Hey, what's up, bro? I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on I know you're busy Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that Yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg But he been calling me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda's like "Damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" Cause you know we all talk to Debbie But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit so Just hit me back whenever you got the time, man I know there's more shit on your plate You ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it When you back, love you, do your thing Swag RattPack all day, boy Alright, nigga Yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent I know that you been insisting, I know that birthday I missed it I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place Thoughts often in another world, I started seeing another girl It fell through, man, what a world But I'm so focused on my craft, on employing my staff Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce Meanwhile people outside of my blood asking for favors I don't owe you a fucking thing, you best switch your behavior Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how your child? Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm calling you right now I heard that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vile How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I'm pursuing? I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined But sometimes I wake and wonder just what the fuck I'm doing They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth This is everything I love, this is everything I need Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart it bleed This is everything I love, everything I need Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleed Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting A friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then And then when I called you wouldn't even answer or whatever Just wondering how things are going Jenn and I aren't together anymore Living on my own, you know Anyway, the whole family, even the ones you don't know My sister, some of your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grinding, you know. And I don't wanna hear you joining the Illuminati. Then I gotta jail you out. I love you, son. So