Lyrical Breakdown of Executioners from Shaolin (feat. Inspectah Deck, GZA & Cappadonna) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wu-Tang Clan weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Executioners from Shaolin (feat. Inspectah Deck, GZA & Cappadonna)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Wu-Tang Clan employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Right then, let's just get right to it You're ruthless, you're despicable, you're nothing but killers I'm a professional I do what I'm trained to do So you killed them? Not my fault, they should have trained harder Now, if you excuse me, I have more men to kill Damn you, bastard, I despise you (the law mad, foot on the gas) This slap like nana when you talk back Fall back, you want smoke? Feel the contact Kill a small chap, put it in the contract I really work, lunchbox with the hard hat Coast to coast, LA to Chicago Cross the North to South to Key Largo Pronto, aim it and blow, leave a John Doe Folks so amazed at the flow, it's encanto Toast to the greatest alive Stay sane in the world where they built more faith than the chains Get sent back the way that you came I'm out to control the universe Lames tryna make it rain, but I ain't hating on 'em, I'm just skating on 'em Like waking in Jamaica in the morning I was born with it, I'ma take it to the coffin Take it to the limit, then take it to the auction We baked those local spots when we turned the mics on Rolling with the talent, the beats, and rap verse Said he had to lick a shot for a top-notch clan Multiple swordsman, blade sharp Ripped through your heart, MCs want no part Any type of conflict or nonsense Then we be swamped quick, get thick Problem goes beyond sick (g-g-goes beyond sick) Catch you coming out the gate, I'm swinging my sword I cut rappers in half, choke 'em with the cord They'll never try to step to my written dimension I'll smash your whole set, kick your head in the trenches You know I'm fit, nigga, I slapped it out your flip-flops Your flow on the ground, I dragged you for six blocks You can't escape from the king of this hip-hop Rappers can't avoid my spit, they just get chopped 36 chambers, killing the vampires Niggas suck dick, your whole camp is liars Fake-ass nigga, your beard is fake You wear tight clothes, wear a skirt for the devil You don't know where I'm at, you search for my level Stupid motherfucker, you ain't nothing but an idiot Cartoon character, all your shit illiterate Should've stomped you before, but I was considerate Instead, me and my alligator jumped your homeboy Violate niggas, smack 'em with the chrome toy Keep talking, put the hammer on your teeth Pit bulls eating your balls, you little thief Can't fuck around, niggas'll get slumped Throw you off the roof, hit your dog with the pump Your little posse, just a room full of roaches Your leader a bitch, he just food for my vultures Soon as you come out the building, you're dead meat Drown in the water, niggas is lead feet I ain't finished with you, I'm just getting started Your mother a tomboy, your father's retarded Your big brother, he always wear Pamper Your little sister got her head in my hamper I'm the king in this shit, don't you ever try and spit I heard you do it before, you sound like shit, nigga You dare enter the sacred temple? Why wouldn't I? Who's gonna stop me?