Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Wu Tang Clan - The monument ------------------------------------------ [Busta Rhymes] 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 Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what´s best for you y´all niggaz better safeguard your shit Even though we rep brass knuckle rap Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggaz now the corporate boss Still go to y´all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb Your whole show wack and I´ma cancel your sitcom Fuck a nigga broad ´til she tired and real calm You ain´t knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm The way we blow SHIT is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz Y´all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW! [Raekwon the Chef] 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 niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse´s Show and prove, knockin 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 [GZA] 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 assumin 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 [*GUNBLAST*]