America

[Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon]
  
  “Continous”
  “Yeah, youknowhatI’msayin?”
  “Wu-Tang”
  “Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I’ma shoot over here”
  “On that AIDS thing”
  “YouknowhatI’msayin? I’m gonna just slide in the studio quick”
  “Yo, yo”
  “And get this done”
  
  [Verse One: Killah Priest]
  
  When you’re sexually frustrated, plus waiting for a long time
  You both had strong minds
  Combined with feelings, she seems appealing
  for each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothers
  Smothered under deep covers
  Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
  Enough to make you hold hands
  And plus you a bold man
  You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow
  And bullshit ego, of fly negro
  Whole garden sour, polluted with a dead flower
  Months later, he’s layin on a respirator
  Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving
  And start losing sight in his right eye
  In weeks he might die
  
  [Verse Two: Raekwon]
  
  Yeah, uh-huh
  I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier
  Part-time shooter sharing needles in the stairs
  Wise guys disguised as a fly guy
  you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
  Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
  Begging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillis
  You know what you was gettin into
  Try to guess on what I’ve been through
  Fuck shorty raw then she scared you
  
  [Chorus: Raekwon]
  
  AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
  Coming from the Wu, it’s real
  AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
  Coming from my crew, it’s real
  
  [Verse Three: RZA]
  
  My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck
  Everything exotic bitches down to ugly ducks
  Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles
  so he put popsicles on her nipples to make her sex passion
  triple quadriple, until she bust
  Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him
  But nigga he forsake to grab the condom
  Fuck it, he said AIDS, was government made
  to keep niggaz afraid so they won’t get laid no babies be made
  And the black population will decrease within a decade
  German warfare product against the dark shade
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
  Coming from my crew, it’s real
  AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
  Coming from the Wu, it’s real
  
  [Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck]
  
  Caught by the gravitation earth rotation
  Six in the sex is deep, when you can’t see clear
  through the sheer brassiere, toke back
  Smoking a spliff, sippin cognac, God
  you know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks
  Got her fat ass layin flat on her back
  
  Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
  Alehze pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye
  What’s Going On? As she screams Sexual Healing
  Couldn’t fight the feeling her legs hit the ceiling
  Hittin all positions dipped in for quick love
  She’s professional she does this shit in strip clubs
  Flied in June until she Acquired Immune Deficiency
  Now misery is the Syndrome
  
  [Outro: Raekwon and others]
  
  Oh shit, God that’s wild
  Damn, that’s some cherry flavor shit going on though kid
  For real, knowhatI’msayin?
  What about the exotic type
  Caskets is waitin for brothers
  Word up slide on the joints baby
  Before you go to sex take protection
  Word up
  
  AIDS kills, word up respect this
  America Is Dying Slowly (4x)
  
  Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here
  I ain’t even playing that man, for real
  Dig it
  Respect how I’m living kid
  Here forever, word up
  Lubricated joints, ribbed joints is bangin
  But they still playing the hotel door man
  Word, you know how that be though, you know how that be
  Yo, just gettin to be too old
  Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher
  Over there
  Yeah
  America Is Dying Slowly
  Surely
  America Is Dying Slowly
  America Is Dying Slowly
  remember that! Syndrome, be the resident
  America Is Dying Slowly
  Wu-Tang, Syndrome, be the resident
  
  Noodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killer Priest
  Rolly Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, Maximillion
  Prodigal Sons, Anthony Starks, Hellrazor
  Prodigal Son, and in the place, Sixty Second
  Sunz of Man, Gambinos, forever…
  Keep it safe!
  Ol Dirt Schultz, word up baby
  Protect yourself!
  Keep it safe
  

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