Wu-Tang Clan's official music video for 'C.R.E.A.M.'. Click to listen to Wu-Tang Clan on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/WTCSpotify?IQid=WTCCREAM As featured on The Essential. Click to buy the track or album via iTunes: http://smarturl.it/WTCEiTunes?IQid=WTCCREAM Google Play: http://smarturl.it/WTCCREAMplay?IQid=WTCCREAM Amazon: http://smarturl.it/WTCEaz?IQid=WTCCREAM More from Wu-Tang Clan Method Man: https://youtu.be/PEnwXYJcSZc Da Mystery Of Chessboxin': https://youtu.be/pJk0p-98Xzc Gravel Pit: https://youtu.be/Of-lpfsBR8U More great Classic R&B videos here: http://smarturl.it/ClassicRNB?IQid=WTCCREAM Follow Wu-Tang Clan Website: http://www.wutangclan.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wutangclan Twitter: https://twitter.com/wutangclan Instagram: https://instagram.com/wutangbrand/ Subscribe to Wu-Tang Clan on YouTube: http://smarturl.it/WTCSub?IQid=WTCCREAM --------- Lyrics: (Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get...) Yeah, check this ol fly s**t out Word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go (dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this s**t, yo! I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive Had second hands, moms bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to G' off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough off Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo brothas respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-POW! Move from the gate now
Lyrics of C.R.E.A.M.
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Song: Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) (1993) Label: Loud
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This video is streamed at 320kbps, the highest quality. This song is from the album "Wu-Tang Forever" by Wu-Tang Clan Download this bad boy: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/wu-tang-forever/id268503472 Lyrics: [Raekwon] Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt) Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt) That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time Check the science of the black man Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer Rocky road roll dark greener Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry It's time yo swerve like the Nike line Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch [Inspectah Deck] Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs Parasites, double edge dice your larynx My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended Designated hitter flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be self lord and master [Ol Dirty Bastard] I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide Shaolin hillside, full of homicides FUCK you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise [U-God] Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut A can of ass whoopin flurry shake, break you fucks Struck, love crooks, why for lyin hooks Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book This deathbent doctrine, paper for the youth what remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth [CappaDonna] Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights Fast life, females are trife, stay tight I detect that parasite, satellite RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows My slang sound write secretary type Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man workin hard for the grand, I understand clear Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street put my technology on the track, just then the core attack Wu article CappaFive, CD attack but my talk stage live killa beehive Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts Check out my arts, when I release my smarts Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts © 2011 Bakerrupt Music & Motion Picture Inc.
Back in 1997, Wu-Tang Clan dropped “Triumph” as the lead single for their sophomore album Wu-Tang Forever. The track features all nine members of Wu-Tang Clan plus Cappadonna, and it (along with its famous, Brett Ratner-directed video) remains a high point in the group’s catalog. The RZA-produced “Triumph” kicks off with an iconic verse from Inspectah Deck, featuring a complex rhyme scheme that is often cited as one of the best rap verses of all time. Check out Genius contributor @Flegmatik’s color-coded breakdown of Inspectah Deck’s rhyme scheme from the song’s first verse in the video above, and read all the lyrics to Wu-Tang Clan’s “Triumph” on Genius now. Read more on Genius: https://genius.com/a/check-the-rhyme-deconstructing-inspectah-deck-s-triumph-verse Read all the lyrics to "Triumph" on Genius: https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-triumph-lyrics Subscribe to Genius: http://bit.ly/2cNV6nz Genius on Twitter: https://twitter.com/Genius Genius on Instagram: http://instagram.com/genius Genius on Facebook: https://facebook.com/Geniusdotcom http://genius.com