U-God - Turbulence (Produced by True Master) video free download

Sick track off of "Golden Arms Redemption", the debut by Wu-Tang member U-God!!!

Lyrics:

Verse One:

Boldly go only to sew the block up,lock shit down,

Mama told me you's the giant

Pump out the nose cold,crimewave,host em, baratone

throne

So defiant, they stole the science from the o.g.

carbon copies,sloppy,trying

To muscle out the o.d. slapshot,can't get it past the

goalie mask

Stonefinger roam, royalty zone off, henn, gin rummy

stunts, cummin in sums, writing on ya tummy hun

Low stamina, still hungry some, asthma,

clogged up, Ramus smog, dialogue, dorm plasma, road

hog it all, hammers

No matter what, the track's right and exact,it

matters,the scanners listen

System jammer, right on ya rack, black panther on a

mission

Right back at you,ready to cook this shit!

Babylon apple, natu-wu (natural) habitat, stone

statues(planes crashin!)

Verse Two:

Robotron golden arms, pentagon brain cell, all to

gain, chained to the bumper.

Wolfgang hunters, field goal punters tone,steel toe

eruption, it's a gusher!

Tonecrusher smith,usher the style,stubborn born

criminals foul within the isle

Let off a signal with attitude,magnitude ,beat

through, me devil lies that's sized of cathedrals.

The track more lethal, came back to see you

Finish the job off proper, live wire shit, spit the

lava,the helicopter hit you, flyin saucers, of

course,may the force not be with you

These bengals that dangle, sinister phantom menace,

hansome are my lenses, all in the register, speakin my

spanish, clips like banana grips, bananza, dressed

fancy in the club, Halle Barry slowdance, we romance,

now gimme love

(more planes,and pilots panicing.)

Verse Three:

Jackie chan movements, hard to kill for real, drill

him some more with some

old fashion smooth shit, long winded, splendid the

bomb blow, on the whole

a ruthless, butter roll flow. Show improvement? This

shit is cool whip to me,

when i throw off the wool. This music with a mule

kick, eight ball in the side

pocket corner, one mark the chalk, gimme my poolstick,

smoked the dipped,

notes by the throat, full grip, scud puddy in my

hands, fans, read the blueprints,

the truth, the slang you bit? To form in a sentence,

the cold winters I spent with

splinters, the apprentice under Rza's training, he

sang, each aim's vintage,

aimin at you swine eater, wifebeater scoundrels,

stolen vowel theives, i'm swollen

now, Collen Powel relief, throw the towel in, tools

in, full spin, school em again,

show em that the wise could rejuvinize all these

hoodlums,don't sleep he could win.

Pull a pen, it's full again,celeb, all on the web on a

conquest, no disturbance,

address it to ya chest, you're in turbulance,mighty

men vitamin d. Rest in peace

to my nigga bigga b.love you g. (repeat)