Duck Seazon (Explicit) - Wu-Tang Clan/Raekwon/RZA/Method Man

Scrape y'all motherf**kers

This is my word when you see us

When you see us flashing and shining

And building and adding on

Y'all niggaz just watch it hear me

Only ones that who we got respect for

Is them niggaz that we say peace to

Hear me pay attention put your shoes on

Yo my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again

Pirahna niggaz bite dick yo Son it's on again

What up he made a move try to assist it

Listen kid yo you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop

Back to the novel you Son it's logical

How you figure God what flow on the track flip the obstacle

Now my proposal rips the global

From California to courts it's over God so taste the soul food

Remember baggy jeans the Timberlands in November

Shorty called me Santa in December

But guess what my Wally's got messed up

Autograph pressed up what blessed enough to blow your rest up

We scrape that Land O' Lake that

My dolo rapper get you sent back

Represent the gentlemens who bent that

Flash medallions like Italians la costra nostra

We movin' through your hood like we supposed ta flexin'

Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement

So keep the bust the gun Boo

Like that bad a** b**ch in Dead Presidents

Add on the billboard sloan

Check it now you get the gold dick award

It's like jail and it's the sixth floor

Test me floating in the S E now let's see

Half of y'all niggaz built your vine from my stress tree

Faggots homos yo my flavor liver than a dobo

Stay militant kid twist ya like bolo

You f**king idiot playing with my Clan but you be fearin' it

Fake one I'm guaranteed to make you take one

Please y'all niggaz money's gettin' low

But could you come back though

Set up shop and get the fat glow

Tired of y'all mostly inspired by y'all

So what the deal now link up with us or put your shield down

Faggot you f**k around punk

We battle for cream ni**a

You want a pound crab Nah let his hand swing

I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy a** rings

No more said knew your chump a** was dead

When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead

It's Wu-Tang ni**a ain't nuttin' changed ni**a

Still shame on a ni**a who tried to run game

Your version of perversion f**kin' b**ches on Persian rugs

Washin' niggaz like detergent it's the surgeon

Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge

Front page "Daily Chronicle" reads

"Hell up in Gotham take heed and protect yo' seeds"

You fall like autumn leaves you lack tranquility

In your rap utilities to f**k with the abilities

Race like a sperm cell to the ovary

Microphone post tone like a rotary phone

Ancient poems and poetry old sloans

Explosive head bullets black hooded

Timberland footed ninjas who full metal jacket clips

And know how to put it in you

Surrender your goods and your merchandise

For no purchase price I'm certainly a heist

For your ice and curtains and vice

Come quietly Wu-Tang Clan rules society

Because of variety so maintain your high anxiety

And lead them to defy me diary ya Irie

I need 18 points for my next joint this high annointed king

To make a deal I be the one to appoint

Steve Rifkind must have been sniffin'

To catch somethin' so d**e it left Monica Lynch p**sy drippin'

I f**k hundreds of b**ches and split millions of dollars

And built with thousands of scholars

My life saga from the hill to the harbor

Legal kid brown in Nicaragua

Gave birth to MC's thieves and bank robbers

We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips

And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips

Fancy delicatessens and the world's best refreshment

But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons

Or my queen and my seeds in the home that I rest in

Enter my zone get blown to 99 sections

This rhyme has no limitations this time there's no hesitation

Collecting minds at the door you want it niggaz it's yours

The flavors raw what the f**k you think I'm flowing for

It's rhyme and reason bite the bullet

Niggaz is foul and it's duck season

We at odds 'til we even motherf**ker

Bad asses high times lower classes

Taste mine straight shots in dirty glasses

Bring it to him room service under pressure

And mad nervy wavin' guns at the clergy

Ticallion we ain't worried

Keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty

Picture this watch the birdy

These bastards is Ol' and Dirty

With sharp pins that be stabbing you

Pins and needles needles and pins

'Nuff said dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled'

As I race track with thoroughbreds duckin' the feds

Yo my ice look fly up on the keyboard son

Niggaz ran up on me law praising what we do by the lords

That's right exile the fake hit them niggaz like weight

Feed 'em food let the fake evaporate

Reconstruction that's the whole science on my production

Y'all niggas guess who stuck son left his nuts hungs

Switch finger itch starin at you like a b**ch

Maybe y'all niggaz snitched

Youse a loner Adidas shell top while I

Sip a Corona read the Robb Report then bone her

Buy you some jewels here's some food

Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo check out the analoo

We in the mushrooms chased the high neck in the custom

Baggy jeans thick ropes God sliding through customs

Chill y'all niggaz know what time it is

James Bond Beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon

Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan he caught a slug for lyin'

Yeah you was lyin' where's the cash cryin'

Militia rollin' in position Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian

Lex retali' back whistlin' fake f**ks