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letra de your on - wu-tang clan

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[intro: rza]
k!ll this sh-t, you’re on
you’re on, you’re on, you’re on
yo, rakeem, you’re on
to the brother shaquan, you’re on
yo, u-g, u-g, you’re on
tone it

[verse 1: shaquan]
shakuan is piza-pumpin’, i keep a party jumping
kick your head m-ffin, do the hustle and the bump in ’em
house are jumpin’, chumps that be frontin’
you boo, (boo), but you can’t boo be ’nuff
and i toss and turn ya, bake ya while i burn ya
‘throw you down a river’, like tina turner
cuz this time you learn, to respect what you can’t f-ck with
you’ll lose a nut, bang the top, if you’se’ll bust it
relax, jack, feel my sound as it goes up and down your back
drop on is a natural, that means i got the knack
smack, or you’ll be lost just like a tourist with no map
slap, smack, jab, and all of that
is what happen, when i start to rap and
i style is rare, like a burger, with the dap in ’em
i do damage, the biters try to slam it
today’s recipe, is a f-cking knuckle sandwich
i get wreck, on hip hop songs
so u! you’re on
[verse 2: u-god]
don’t like to lose, just like to gain
rhyme remains in your cell membrane
like the pain of a permament big stain
run mcs over like a forty ton train
when i rain, i pour, on they rhyme, i roar
into the blue yonder, i will sore
with poetry and words, flippin’ on birds
i’m all the things, i’m emotionally disturbed
because on paper, i develop small capers
that are made by who, the panty raiders
with mind in wish, i’ll have a rhyme evict
if you slip, your hit, i will call, the mile rip
in the chard, this word is bond, on the squad
your song will survive and the weak will depart
i have the boneless, funky rap song (rap song)
yo, ra, you’re on

[verse 3: rza]
those who try to oppose me, or even overthrow me
be taking more falls than wile e. coyote
you can’t snag me, rag-tag or bag me
i’d have your ass running like scooby-doo and sh-ggy
make decisions, to what, “catch that pigeon!”
but i escape, right from ya f-ckin’ vision
blasted, as i mastered, you b-st-rd
you try to get sl!ck like faster, d-ck dastard
i got the remedy, to k!ll off my enemy
carry two guns on my side like yosemite
sam, god d-mn, my style is mad slang
i slam, that’s the kind of man that i man
the black b-tterfly, who wet a guy, what a guy
rhymes and harmony like a soft lullaby
feel it there, keeps mcs in fear
irritate like a fly, buzzing in your ear
until your head is gettin’ warn
yo, shakuan… you’re on
[verse 4: shaquan]
i woke up on the wrong side of the bed, now i’m moody
brothers tryin’ to f-ck me, must think i’m booty
people causing static, as if i’m tryna have it
but like a .45, i flip, it’s automatic
it all dates back, to when i was a youngster
where if you didn’t fight back, then you were called a sucker
or got played, every time you walked a block
even little kids would come up and sn-tch your pops
i had to fight to maintain my self aggression
been good with my hands ever since my adolescence
f-ck with b-tches, even school teachers
smacking a girl that would dare suck her t–th, to
it’s buckwild, type juvenile delinquent
problem child, type of everyday stink kid
that’s how it is, when shaquan perform
yo u, you’re on

[verse 5: u-god]
ride to live, like an a-1 honcho
come equipped, with bombs, ready to launch those
give me the microphone and some paper
let my mind develop, a small caper
i only missed an mc by an abrasion
this only happens, solely on occassion
i rhyme, i fade, to, where i’mma play
not to no man, but to, your rhyming way
at a slow pace, but at a young young age
lettin’ loose, with an emotional rage
all out rapper, now to have that stemi’
but yo, gimme my, gimme my, gimme
young young ladies, lookin’ pretty in the ’60
kick off that glamour tip, and gimme gimme
mines, and you can’t go wrong
yo ra (yo, what’s up g?) you’re on
[verse 6: prince rakeem]
it seems nowadays that i live for the moment
to engage in warfare, with the next opponent
the microphone is grown, as i bloom it
from the first rhyme, your whole poose is wounded
ear drums get ripped up, lips get zipped up, tight
you play superman, i play the kryptonite
because i’m rugged, like luggage from samsonite
the girls love it, the ra’s quite handsome, right?
i could come rugged and move it, without a doubt
gun in my pocket, and mad choppers in my mouth
posse on the side, going out for the cause
girls that appear, layin’ up in their drawers
blunt between my lips, forty dogs in a grip
bullets in my clip, my gift left me deaf
that’s apparent, from my every day channel
just alone, that i’m known, the bone is gray flannel
not too weak and not too strong

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