Letras
Minds start to freeze at ease
It's the Wu-Tang, Killa Bees (on and on, nigga, oh)
Brooklyn Zoo, Manchus (yeah)
Coming at your avenue
36 chambers that are fitted in you
When you thought it couldn't happen
We gonna take you to a new level of hip-hop
Wu, gots like come on through
Su, that's the call for the Wu (yeah)
Zu, gots like come on through
Su, that's the call for the Zu
If you're from the East Coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, that's the call for your crew
If you're from the West Coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, that's the call for your crew (ah, Miser)
They call me Heat Miser, blue in my top, you're not wiser
The lyrical rhymer, I burn that ass like lava (espionage)
Magma, plus you can't bust my crust
They call me Road Runner, I leave that ass in the dust (aight)
I drink the heat from beneath the Earth's core (yeah)
Six million and fifty degrees, maybe more
Overground mounds, metallic minerals
I melt flesh, leaving motherfuckers in the mess
My crustal plate, you can't separate
My colossal force, blast, you're off course
Dry molten rock, I can flow non-stop
Condense with seawater, watch me spin like a top
For miles and miles deep, you can't endure the heat
Be the first to run or the last nigga sleep
I saw with the glasses, thick like molasses
Now I breathe and exhale the poison gasses
Wu, gots like come on through
Su, that's the call for the Wu (yeah)
Zu, gots like come on through
Su, that's the call for the Zu
Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon fist
Got the funk for your mind leaving niggas in bliss
I look deep into your eyes, digging in your soul
Pulling out the inner thoughts, read minds behold (uh)
I know exactly what you're thinking, I wait for you to blink (Drunken Dragon)
And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking (Drunken Dragon)
I send your wack ass back to class, learn something