Severe Punishment Lyrics - Wu-tang Forever - Wu-tang Clan

I despise your killing and raping 

You're despicable are you, my judge? 

It's just you should be punished 

I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready? 

Yo, yeah, yo, yo, yo, yeah 

Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish 

Party robust, rec room style for you brothers 

Time's ticking, eruptments conduct 

Entering one funk before the drum dry up 

Dial, style, jab vocab slow 

Alphabet run, construction voice might blow 

Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model 

For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle 

Cut down, come with something that's round and profound 

Blood brothers people of colors we get down 

Watch this fly, force feed things being said 

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Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his 

Mic half a dangle, seriously man 

My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan 

Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner 

Night champion, old villain style seem a 

kiss of spider, to God saga why bother 

Godfather talk drama, fly swatters 

Number two, Chao San Poi 

This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown 

Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome 

Pro tools editing tracks that's rough 

'Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough 

So we attack this and grab all within' reach 

Throw a scrap back to niggaz perfect your own speech 

Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands 

Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands 

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Niggaz look on and get hooked on this mic line 

Real thin and shift through the pipeline 

LP's delivered with style and potential 

Niggaz flowin' smoothly in a sequential 

Order, revealin' hidden tape recorders 

Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura 

Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up 

Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up 

Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this 

Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger 

Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open 

With the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on 

Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur 

Slang sou fleer home decorator, player 

Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance 

Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is nasty 

Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo 

He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me 

Yo MC's wonder what's hip hop thunder 

Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove 

Gettin' down for the funk of it like Fred Sanford in the biz 

Yo one held his paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia 

Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya 

'Bout the group recruit we scoop up cream like Breyer's 

Then spread across the globe like telephone wires 

Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported 

Chambers been recorded, you're fuckin' with the loops 

Time for royalty audit 

Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian 

Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian 

Then grew to a physical body with five meridians 

As the pendulum swings closer to the millennium 

Two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen 

I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle 

And politic with Leo and Russell 

When niggaz is still rushin' we'll brush you 

He's a womanizer 

But he's an expert at throwing knives 

Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain 

Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian heights 

As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the 

Deadly ground I hold down 

Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling 

Panic and confusion echoes through the building 

Continuing to build, I strive for perfection 

Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold 

Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams 

Look for means of survival and who's liable 

For this harrowing experience 

You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap 

And proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy 

To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery 

Number two, Chao San Poi 

Number two, Chao San Poi 

He's a womanizer 

But he's an expert at throwing knives 

Number one, Yen Chang Wa 

He's an adulterer, don't trust him 

Number two, Chao San Poi 

Number two, Chao San Poi 

He's a womanizer 

But he's an expert at throwing knives 

I despise your killing and raping 

You're despicable are you, my judge? 

It's just you should be punished 

I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready? 

I despise your killing and raping 

You're despicable are you, my judge? 

It's just you should be punished 

I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?