Tang Clan - Bells of war

[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