The Abduction lyrics

Artist  : Tony Touch Featuring Wu-Tang Clan 
Song : The Abduction
 


[GZA]
Okay.. the GZA
Tony Touch classic,
knowhatI'msayin?
We gonna bang y'all, in the
head one time
Blaze up on y'all one time real
fast (Do the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin,
word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do
yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on,
ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up, make it a record,
get down yo)

I take y'all niggas straight,
+Beneath the Surface+
to the core, if it ain't
raw its worthless
Pentab professional, hold
the ink
while river rats fall off the raft and
sink
Tony let a brother Touch, twenty bar
rush
The way we push through equivalent to
rocket thrust
Allah just, I lay it for the mix
tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound
came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by
cobwebs
Beat smooth enough to slide through
like bobsleds
On a cold white snow, plus with
the right flow
Wu-Tang niggaz they shine and
make the mic glow

[Masta Killa]
We
killin all gorillin with all that
screwfacin
Pacin back and forth looking
savage, stop it

[RZA aka Bobby
Digital]
Whether plugged in or plugged
out
Iron drill mugged or thugged out
Blood
in or blood out, son was bugged out
Might look
at you and slice you
Buck fifty face stupid and
say but run Nike swoop
Who the fuck you think
let y'all wild niggas in
Allowed you to put
down ya guns ,and raise ya pen
Ruler
Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig
We
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a
word to your wig
Murder rates increases,
bullet holes the size of fifty cent
pieces
Don't worry about the weed or pussy, I
read books
I'm liable to mate'cha king with
three rooks
You see the Wu W raised in black
fists
Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will
scratch this
The ice cube link you bough, from
the Jew for 80 G's
was only appraised at
fourty-two
Gazed upon by the eyes of
multitude
of people, who would trade gold for
food
I heard boar's head killed more than
nuclear's warhead
Or street serfs who walk
around dressed in all red
Bobby Digi said if
you ever encounter Allah beef
Break my sons
Doc Doom and Crisis wit a nice
piece

[Masta Killa]
Penetrate on mix
tape, with the legislation
Illustrate constant
elevation
Spark friction, Shawshank Golden Arm
Redemption
Endorsed my the Masta inscription
signature

[Inspecta Deck]
Off top my
unorthodox style of attack
is like Hannibal
rollin on elephant's backs
Pack a long barrel,
bustin off strong ammo
My light so vast I cast
twenty foot shadows
First family, fifth cappo,
micro to macro
Load it in ya head play it back
slow
Act like you know, this is no
drill
Murderous rap revealed goin for
kill
On these New York city sidewalks we
walk
Camoflauge, dodgin the eyes of the
hawk
Kani Sport, totin the fifth, slidin
off
My live source movin across with brute
force
Bloodsport, anymore heads face the
blade
Fakers must fade, the stakes are now
raised
Words of murder, suspense, and
intrigue
Make major league niggaz show signs
of fatigue
My Killer Bees span wider than
seven seas
Squeeze on MC's, with bullet train
speed
Tony's Touch create more gold than
Midas
Ya highness, all in ya head, like ya
hair stylus

[Ghostface Killa]
Frosty
mug, big ring leaders top secret thug
Lampin
in cheaters or in thaw with the murder
glove
Boat of the town, devilish grin look
peculiar
Swung on this faggot, knocked the
windows outta Silvia's
Timb's got scuffed up,
my ankles got sprained, that's my word
To ever
single seat I smack flames
Staten Island's
bayside of teachers of Elijah
Thrown out the
temple, non-calodic wit the father
Nickname's
Pudding, Clarence 13X before the Will
Smith's
and the limelights of Cuba
Gooding
Lost in the cosmos, explodin through a
quasar
Be duckin pulsars, organic stay still be
the Gods
Tony Touch, Tony Touch
Word
up
Big Face Ghost in effect