Ruckus in B Minor

Album: A Better Tomorrow (2014)
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  • It's the ODB kid, once again coming through your area
    And I'm going to tell you one time, you gon' love this

    I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choice
    Die Hard's on the bars, 80's love in the voice
    Morphine flow, numbing your joints
    Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit
    Zombie life, World War Z
    Antidote to your virus, your highness, the world on me
    Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis
    So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy
    Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire
    Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer
    With the Son of Anarchy, I be Breaking Bad
    Walkin' Dead, day dreamin' of making a band
    Dancin' With the Stars, American Idol
    Meets the Mentalist with the Big Bang Theory

    Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
    Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

    The most duplicated, anticipated, validated
    Urban legends in the books with the ones who made it
    Highly celebrated, everything was work related
    Current top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business
    20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennant
    Monumental stance on the cover with my co-defendants
    Drop her sentence, in remembrance
    Construct these jewels so they can live through my descendants

    Youngin', I can see your draws, pull your pants up
    Can't even call yourself a man until you man up
    And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up
    This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up
    And I don't care run in the city when the summer come
    Yes, I'm a don, Wu forever, and we're still number one

    Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

    Picture a nigga on the strip gettin' rich off the drug shit
    Puttin' other niggas on, teachin' 'em thug shit
    Then they want stick 'em up, then they want slugs quick
    Hood type niggas always living that crime life
    Jealous ass grimy-ass niggas seein' the limelight
    Slimy old nigga like fucking your man's wife
    Full of shit, he use the word brother, he man dyke

    Yo, I spin my web all across New York
    Get it out out in all types of ice that you sport
    One chain, two chain, three chain, four
    Niggas mouth's drop like the leaves in the fall
    Tone got that WBC
    I take off heavy in air ballons and land in the Fiji's
    That's my bird and that's my word
    You faggots keep fuckin' around get curbed

    Forms circles like the rings of Saturn
    Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern
    Then this fascinating picture has emerged from surface
    A wonder of the young world with an urgent purpose
    A wild fire engulfing every home
    It's history, chiseled and carved in every stone
    A workshop where skills are learned
    Handcrafted and drafted, written works our main concern
    Urban center provided with a social structure
    And a curious culture full of superconductors
    Each stain is part of a scene with
    Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen
    Spell bounding, marvelous and it's surrounding
    Viewpoints remain the same, it's all astounding
    A place where the forgotten art is so powerful
    A striking image is something that's so valuable

    GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor
    Rae, all those bad times is behind us
    Ghost, put that mask on to remind us
    Method Man let 'em know who's New York's finest

    Youngin', I can see your draws, pull your pants up
    Can't even call yourself a man until you man up
    And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up
    This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up
    And I don't care run in the city when the summer come
    Yes, I'm a don, Wu forever, and we're still number one

    Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

    My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one
    My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture
    Rainman mathematician, this city slicker
    Finest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royalty
    Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders
    We live free and achieve more
    But first we gotta win with no stale mate
    The all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man

    All my trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth
    Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot
    My knowledge one twenty poof, let's tear the roof off
    Let's spray, NMSTA
    King I love, love club, pack stadium rock
    I hold the mic snug, split a slug
    Black ninja, mask and gloves

    Still number one, still number one Writer/s: ADRIAN GODFREY YOUNGE, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY TODD WOODS, DARRYL ROBERT HILL, ELGIN EVANDER TURNER, GARY E. GRICE, JASON S. HUNTER, LAMONT HAWKINS, ROBERT F. DIGGS
    Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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