Daytona 500
Wu‐Tang Clan Lyrics
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And we came to rock, the spot
Like Ironman Starks
They be the illest MC's, in the world today
Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down your beers
Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Bees
Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street astrologists
Light up the mic God, knowledge this
Fly joints that carried your points
Corolla Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Rapel on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck your union
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style
On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, busting these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We losing em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
Abusing em, rocking his jewels like we using 'em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star
All these MC's start realizing
That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest
But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us
Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat
Doing forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes
Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble
Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings
Body chemical cream, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
I slap box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
Zooming like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy
True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing
Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians
All these MC's start realizing
That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest
But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us
Give me the the fifty thou, small bills
My gold plate, my slang kills
My Benz spills, what up Lils
Murder one Dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons
Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, pull up the grill
Check out the mad skills
Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang
Sweep it out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter
Spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot
Get yourself shot
All these MC's start realizing
That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest
But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us
The lyrics to Wu-Tang Clan’s “Daytona 500” feature a mix of braggadocio, wordplay, and pop culture references. The opening lines announce the arrival of the Wu-Tang Clan, proclaiming themselves the “G.O.D.s” and “Killer Bees.” The song proceeds with individual verses from several members of the Wu, including Raekwon, Cappa, and RZA. The lyrics are heavy on slang and street smarts, making it clear that this is rap music for the streets.
Throughout the song, the Wu-Tang Clan members take turns showcasing their lyrical prowess, with each verse packed with intricate wordplay and internal rhyme schemes. There are references to everything from Iron Man to baseball hats to soda cans, with the rappers weaving their rhymes around these images in fascinating ways. The emotional tone of the song is hard-edged and confrontational, reflecting the raw energy of the Wu-Tang Clan’s early work.
Line by Line Meaning
We are the G, O-D's
Wu-Tang Clan are the greatest of all time
And we came to rock, the spot
Wu-Tang Clan is here to perform and thrill their audience
Like Ironman Starks
Wu-Tang Clan is as invincible as superhero Iron Man
They be the illest MC's, in the world today
Wu-Tang members, Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A, are the best rappers in the world
Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A
Wu-Tang members Raekwon and RZA
So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Listen carefully to their music and place your speakers close to your ear
Light your blunts and down your beers
Smoke cannabis and drink alcohol
Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Bees
No one can match Wu-Tang Clan's music
Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
Respect to the people who have knowledge
Knowledgists, street astrologists
People who have deep knowledge of astrology and street smart intelligence
Light up the mic God, knowledge this
Start rapping about your knowledge and experience
Fly joints that carried your points
Slang for smoking weed that helps ease the pressure and distress of their daily lives
Corolla Motorola holder
Carries a cell phone that is stored in the pocket of his pants
Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
DJ or MC carries their equipment over their shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Chromed-out motorcycles and cars like the American Yankees
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Wu-Tang's success benefits many people
Rapel on fakes like reflectors
Overcoming imposters with ease
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
He had been deceived by superficial promises before
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
They have the strength to overpower him
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
Break into his house, get what they want and then leave
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
Leave to the most luxurious state and rest
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
Slang for breaking down weed, waiting and then smoking it
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
While others are busy creating chaos, Wu-Tang Clan are calmly sailing
Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck your union
Others can imitate, but they cannot replicate
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style
Their style is always the same and RZA's skills are improving
On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
Someone attempted to go against Wu-Tang Clan and failed
Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
An aluminum bat was involved in an altercation
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
Take it easy, the illegal business they are running is profitable
The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
The Mac-10 submachine gun deals with obstacles like Windex cleans windows
Index finger be sore, busting these fly scripts
The rappers' index fingers get tired from writing so many great rhymes
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Wu-Tang members can earn a lot of money from their illegal plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
Hanging out with friends and girls in luxury cars
We losing em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
They are losing their enemies and leaving to a safe place
Abusing em, rocking his jewels like we using 'em
Using or stealing his jewelry
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Low profile leather shoes wear with seven stylish waves hairstyle
Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star
Wu-Tang Clan members roll with experienced rappers, and teach younger ones
All these MC's start realizing
They start to see that...
That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
Ghostface Killah has the music that will make you feel the beat
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest
Wu-Tang Clan's music is the best in hip-hop, similar to Shaolin martial arts
But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us
If you can't handle their music, then you can't compete
Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
Mercury refers to one's voice. Rough Mercury raps makes the god (listener) be shocked on every verse (like soldiers tapping ammo)
Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat
Wearing white and red sneakers that match his clothes, bending his baseball cap brim
Doing forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes
Doing forever shit like peeing out of the car window on long highways
Robbin niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes
Stealing leather jackets from people, escaping on fast-moving dirt bikes
Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble
The rapper's voice is sharp and hard
Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ
They are killing the game, even taking out talented competitors
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
The one who destroys competitors with his writing
Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
They are killing all the people who claim to be from other countries, but are faking
In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings
Going to the Philippines to get high-quality coffee beans and smoking high quality weed
Body chemical cream, we burn kerosene
Body lotion is preferred but kerosene would work too (for setting themselves on fire?)
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
The message on his music is strong, and influential; comparable to Richard Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Possibly referring to the illuminati, where three sixes represent the devil
Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
Showing some sort of reverence for the pyramid and conducting scientific experiments using explosives
I slap box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
He is such a good fighter that he could fight against Jesus and he shoots other fighters
Zooming like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
His rapping is so fast and accurate that it's like using binoculars
Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
He has lots of money, wears a Rolex watch with added diamond sparkles and his specially customized car has no stains or blemishes on it
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy
He is invincible and won't accept low wages, but would rather get paid what he thinks he is worth
True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
His secrets are revealed only through anonymous interviews
Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
He is so incredibly strong that he carries oxygen and oxen effortlessly
The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
The music beat is so powerful that it's like a very large speaker system
Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing
He's better than everyone else while his friend Little J owns a store
Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians
Drinking a Jamaican elixir out of New York deli cups
Give me the the fifty thou, small bills
Give the money in small bills
My gold plate, my slang kills
Slang is so valuable that it could be sold like gold
My Benz spills, what up Lils
My Benz car leaks oil, what's up?
Murder one Dunn
The song's subject is killing people
Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son
Wu-Tang Clan is back and they are a force to be reckoned with
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
The slang that he uses has earned attention and he's part of the third unit
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
Drinking Cristal champagne, explosive materials, and fashion clothes
The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons
He's a great rapper with strong lyrics, so his enemies should watch out
Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Bringing in drugs inside women's bodies
Let the Gods build, pull up the grill
Higher beings should construct good and righteous things and everyone should join
Check out the mad skills
Take a look at their impressive abilities
Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
Their skills are too advanced to understand
And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang
Keeping their catchy, fast-paced, and witty style of rap
Sweep it out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter
He is too fast-paced for the tape recorder to keep up and capture all his lyrics
Spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
He is so amazing that he can't be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked
His rapping skills are high-quality and have neat finishing touches
Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot
Even though it's the year 1996, his music is still amazing
Get yourself shot
The listener is warned that they'll likely get shot if they mess with Wu-Tang Clan
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, MEMORY LANE MUSIC GROUP
Written by: COREY WOODS, DARRYL ROBERT HILL, DENNIS DAVID COLES, ROBERT F. DIGGS, ROBERT M. JAMES
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@waynee5603
For those that missed the Wu Era of 92-97, we feel for you.
@codeboy_henry
Best sound to ever hit hip-hop
@codeboy_henry
Best sound to ever hit anything
@juneack5848
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@marcusthompson168
Wu-Tang Forever
@vantrosereeves9740
Frfr Because the Wu represented for them all of the Black Babies even if they wasn't born yet .🙏🏿✊🏿
@bobmoe5934
Props to Bob James’ “Nautilus” for providing the loop for this record. One of the most sampled records ever.
@kevinforeman4485
He also made Mardi Gras.
@socrates39
👊🏿💯
@MrSnappyJones
Can’t go wrong with Bob James