Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Cappadonna, Curse Album: n/a Song: Careful (Alles Real Remix) Typed by: Tha Masta, Cno Evil, WMK791@hotmail.com, MC-Schmoerig@gmx.de [Curse] Yo, yo, es macht keinen sinn mir mit Streit zu beginnen denn ich fühl mich so wie's Mike Tyson ging ich hab nichts zu verlieren und beiß dich ins Fleisch im Ring ich scheiss auf MCs die nur Battle-Vergleiche bringen ich zerreiss euch Kaspar durch Rhymes die gewichtig wie Eisen sind wenn ich rappen muss rap ich auch wenn ich heftig auf heiser bin ich bin heiß auf den Scheiss entreiss' euch das Mic in Gesangskabinen auch weiterhin verbreit ich was ich nur schreib was hin was ich wichtig find ganz egal, ob du's cool oder scheisse find's und da's so scheint als wenn es hat ne Bedeutung Leistung zu bringen er schreibt Rhymes mit Sinn die voller Weisheit sind, meistens wie Geisterstimmen auch wenn's keiner peilt, es ist halb so schlimm bald beginnt meine Zeit bestimmt schreib bis mein Stift den Geist aufgibt es gibt kein Verschleiß der's mit meinem aufnimmt Kulis und Bleistift sind wie mein Schweiss der auf Seiten rinnt bis der scheiss ertrinkt bin ich Geistesblitz reichlich, nicht weichlich Kind ich rap jetzt langsam, weil schnell rappen meistens nur Zeit gewinnt und ich mehr sein will als der BESTE! ich will daß euch der scheiss was bringt. [RZA] Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son? Damn nigga got fuck shit, huh? The God stack, watch nigga run Seven in the center of your eight point sun Old type grip on the Guard U, Now you best be Careful, can't dodge two Self-heats aimed at your dome piece Father U C King police [U-God] Somethin in the slum went rum pu-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum pu-pum-pum [Masta Killa] Yo Rae it's been a long time son Since we bust gun, clap Glaciers Ran the world and snatched paper Return to the 36th Chamber Proceed with caution as you Enter We have an APB on an emcee Killa Looks like the work of a Masta [Cappadonna] Somethin in the street went bang, bang Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang Somethin in the street went bang, bang Up in the force game, wildin money for grabs I ain't fuckin with crabs, outta state Cop two labs, hop two cabs, back on the Av. Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dopey head Tryin to re-up, keep my feet up, snake niggas in the cut Hold the pride up, your time is up No love, heat start to bust, niggas you can't trust Deal with lust, seen him at the ball games with James Somethin in the street went bang, bang Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang Somethin in the street went bang, bang Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang [Ghostface Killah] Somethin in the hood went click, click The box cutter went click, click Somethin in the hood went click, click The box cutter went click, click These are the bones, bones from the grave Yo, Hoodini, G-Dini, rhymes only, Noodles sprinkle throw yo Embry Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats to Israel Slid through Bethlehem, bong on one wheel Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the sixties Granddaddy Caddy, was coppin six g's B'Gosh all that, Oshkosh jumpers Pink Champele, brown paper bag, wall to wall pumpin [U-God] Beats in the camera guys, cause terror in ya eyes Sweat on the hammer fly, Ways of the Samurai News flash bulletin, Gods on the prowl We full again, rough men, scuffed Timb's Sonic bionic lens, RZA console Is it Bush or is it Dole?, front row at the Super Bowl Black gold in my soul, on the whole, stroll Don't go boy, you on parole, you don't know? [Inspectah Deck] Someone in the back went clack, clack Money is stacked, now bust ya gun clack, clack Someone in the back went clack, clack Money is stacked, now bust ya gun clack, clack Made 'em throw they hands up and then lay flat Rap pack, eat up, the average alley cat Prepare for the impact, when we contact Known to drop facts that crack your hard hat Must I Show N Prove? Trust I, bust I Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the Buggy Eye Benz, who contends? Wu like the Super Friends Who's Your Rhymin Hero? Wu-Tang rules again Someone in the back went clack, clack Money to stack, now bust ya gun clack, clack Someone in the back went clack, clack Money to stack, now bust ya gun clack, clack [Cappadonna] Somethin in the street went bang, bang Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang Somethin in the street went bang, bang [Ghostface Killah] Somethin in the hood went click, click The box cutter went click, click Somethin in the hood went click, click The box cutter went click, click [U-God] Somethin in the slum went rum pu-pum-pum Somethin in the slum went rum pu-pum-pum [sample] Careful, Careful, Careful, Careful