Wu Tang Clan - Non-Album Songs Lyrics - Bells Of War lyrics

• [Verse One: U-God]
  
  Yeah, yo
  Give me the cue
  Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function
  The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed
  Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas
  Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling
  Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them
  Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm
  Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture
  Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures
  When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance
  Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance
  Words seem to zing on down to Bejing
  When we touch down you crown renowned kings