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from Wu-Tang Forever

"Reunited" is track #17 on the album Wu-Tang Forever. It was written by Diggs, Robert F. / Grice, Gary E. / Jones, Russell T. / Smith, Clifford.
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Everybody it's Wu motherfuckers, Wu Tang motherfuckers
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu Tang motherfuckers
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu Tang motherfuckers
It's Wu motherfuckers

Reunited double LP we're all excited
Struck a match to the underground industry ignited
From metaphorical parables to fertilize the earth
Wicked niggaz come try to burglarize the turf
Scattin' off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style, deteroiate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions to best known competitions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition

Where I come from, gettin' visual is habitual
Demonstrate walkin' on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall formed the mural
Took a look shot the manifestation of it was plural
Rhymin' while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
With all D P that's impossible to manage

Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
I smoke the bead and the skunk tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk you get shrunk
The touch of skunk I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch she's crazy at the bus makin' the fun I gots tough love

Unglove the news watch a niggaz transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse heavy at the booze
I don't walk I get carried
Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall lookin' properly
I do it for you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the man
My grandfather step up and get knocked right the fuck out
Come to the cook out dirty bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

Wu Tang motherfuckers
Wu Tang motherfuckers
Wu Tang motherfuckers

The riddler funny bone tickler freak Caligula
Bigger dick sex enigma, fertilize your stigma
Stink box order from pink dot
MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sink box
Wu Tang in corp your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange like Bjork great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? It's like my video footage
Hard to edit my niggaz that never understood it

I'm too impulsive my dosage it's hard for you nigga to notice
I come through your postage
I don't play the rap souflee for the day
Ruler zig-zag-zig a, leg leg arm head
Spread like plague we drink Hennessee by the keg
I got the golden egg plus the goose
Eighty proof absolute CC mixed with fruit juice, motherfucker
I got yo' neck in a noose

It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu Tang motherfuckers
It's The Wu motherfuckers, Wu Tang motherfuckers

Songwriters
DIGGS, ROBERT F. / GRICE, GARY E. / JONES, RUSSELL T. / SMITH, CLIFFORD

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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