Chords for Wu-Tang Clan - Reunited (Official HD Video)

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150 bpm
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Ab

Bbm

Bb

Eb

Db

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Wu-Tang Clan - Reunited (Official HD Video) chords
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[N] It's womb of the flesh, womb of the flesh.
[Ab] It's womb of the flesh, [Bbm] womb of the flesh.
It's womb of the flesh, womb of the flesh.
[Ab] It's womb of [Bbm] the flesh.
[Bb] Reunited, double LP, we're all invited.
Start the match to the underground, [Bbm] industry ignited.
From metaphorical power booms to [Ab] fertilize the earth.
Freakin' niggas come, tryna break a lot of turf.
Scattin' off [Bb] soft ass beats, them niggas rap rapidly.
Tragically, that style [Bbm] deteriorate rapidly.
Uncompleted missions, throwing your best on [Ab] composition.
You couldn't add it up if you master addition.
Where I [Eb] come from, getting visuals, [Bb] habitual.
More safe walking on hot coal [Bbm] and rituals.
I splashed paint on the wall, [Ab] formed a mural.
We took a look, saw the manifestation of [Bbm] it was plural.
Riding while I live here, [Bb] God hits your garment.
Here's your [Ebm] internal streamlined compartment.
[B] Considered [Ab] unparalleled advantage of a natural disaster that's [Bb] impossible to manage.
Good chance niggas count a fifth, but fuck.
I smoke the feet of the skunk, tree top of the trunk.
Moonshine drunk and drunk, [Ab] jack get drunk.
The drugs are stunk, I be fucking bitches [Bb] by the gun.
My name Black, you orange wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop, my mama served free lunch from the church.
I come like a thousand guns.
[Ab] Bitch, you quiet at the bus, making the buzz.
I got [Bb] self love, unclogged and used.
Watch a nigga glance, fuse.
Dirty asses are fused, heavy asses are boozed.
I don't walk like it's Harry.
[Db] Golden platinum, print beads on my wall.
[Bbm] I'm devine for leave and comely.
Are you a foe, you right brother.
[Bb] The Indian, this old man, hat, and from [Db] the white man, my grandfather.
Step up, [Ab] they cannot write the fuck out.
Come to the cookout, dirty bitch at [Bbm] the mouth.
You scared, run around like the painted by the grass.
I ain't [Bb] saying shit.
I'm saying [Ab] I love my back.
Yo, [Bb] yo, gorilla, honeybone, tickle off.
We colloquial, I'm bigger dick, sex enigma.
Pistol, brutalize your sigma.
[Bbm] Stinkbox, order from P-Dot.
[Ab] Seas get stuck on any block.
Airsoft, plug [Bbm] to the sink box.
Who take it, who up?
Take your brain on Facebook.
Talk strange like we walk.
Where hero Jim Doe up.
How can I put it?
Life is like video [Abm] footage.
Hot edit, directors, they never [Bbm] understood it.
Too impulsive, my [Bb] deadly corrosive.
Doses, attack when you least notice.
Stories, I don't play.
We rap souffle, [Abm] sauteed for the day.
Move the zigzag, thick A.
Leg, leg, long head, spread [E] like plague.
We drink [Bbm] Hennessy by the keg.
I got the golden egg plus the goose.
80 proof, absolute, make the grandbabies feel [Ab] juice.
Then sing boost, I got your neck [Bbm] in the nook.
Keep my money, Rinko.
The rap star, Twinkle, killer instinct.
16 ball, Nico, sell more copies than Kinko.
Grow like a fetus with no hands and [Ab] feet to compete us.
And we be turned like Jesus with the whole [Bb] world eating us.
Is it appetite for destruction?
Slap a murder rap on this [Eb] production.
I touch something, trust nothing.
[Bbm] Iron lung, twisted metal.
I [Ab] see him ducking my dart gun.
Busting from every angle.
[Eb] Worldwide, brutal carnage.
The stick is slow.
That be cold name, Agent Orange.
Killing you slow.
It's only [Bb] right you pay homage [Ab] to those that's about to blow like that shit up your nose.
[Bbm] Silence has a rock when I strike talking.
Herb Al, he's screaming on you like a drill [Eb] sergeant.
Herb Al, got me where I [Gb] wanna be right now.
Don't [Ab] know the time, check the hour on your sundown.
Watch [Bbm] me shine, jump off a cheap line.
Each line beyond point when I speak mine.
[Bb] On behalf of my crew,
get to [Ab] the room 364, deadly chambers [Bbm] for fake news.
It's boom mother fucker.
A whole tank mother fucker.
It's [Ab] boom mother fucker.
A whole tank [Bbm] mother fucker.
It's boom mother fucker.
A tank mother fucker.
It's boom [Ab] mother fucker.
A whole tank mother fucker.
It's boom mother fucker.
A whole tank mother fucker.
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Bbm
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Bb
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Eb
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Db
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Ab
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Bbm
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Bb
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[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ It's womb of the flesh, _ womb of the flesh.
_ [Ab] It's womb of the _ flesh, [Bbm] womb of the flesh.
_ It's womb of the flesh, womb of the flesh.
[Ab] _ It's womb of [Bbm] the flesh.
_ [Bb] Reunited, double LP, we're all invited.
Start the match to the underground, [Bbm] industry ignited.
From metaphorical power booms to [Ab] fertilize the earth.
Freakin' niggas come, tryna break a lot of turf.
Scattin' off [Bb] soft ass beats, them niggas rap rapidly. _
Tragically, that style [Bbm] deteriorate rapidly.
Uncompleted missions, throwing your best on [Ab] composition.
You couldn't add it up if you master addition.
Where I [Eb] come from, getting visuals, [Bb] habitual.
More safe walking on hot coal [Bbm] and rituals.
I splashed paint on the wall, [Ab] formed a mural.
We took a look, saw the manifestation of [Bbm] it was plural.
Riding while I live here, [Bb] God hits your garment.
Here's your [Ebm] internal streamlined compartment.
_ [B] _ Considered [Ab] unparalleled advantage of a natural disaster that's [Bb] impossible to manage.
Good chance niggas count a fifth, but fuck.
I smoke the feet of the skunk, tree top of the trunk.
Moonshine drunk and drunk, [Ab] jack get drunk.
The drugs are stunk, I be fucking bitches [Bb] by the gun.
My name Black, you orange wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop, my mama served free lunch from the church.
I come like a thousand guns.
[Ab] Bitch, you quiet at the bus, making the buzz.
I got [Bb] self love, unclogged and used.
Watch a nigga glance, fuse.
Dirty asses are fused, heavy asses are boozed.
I don't walk like it's Harry.
[Db] Golden platinum, print beads on my wall.
[Bbm] I'm devine for leave and comely.
Are you a foe, you right brother.
[Bb] The Indian, this old man, hat, and from [Db] the white man, my grandfather.
Step up, [Ab] they cannot write the fuck out.
Come to the cookout, dirty bitch at [Bbm] the mouth.
You scared, run around like the painted by the grass.
I ain't [Bb] saying shit. _
_ _ _ I'm saying [Ab] I love my back. _
_ _ Yo, [Bb] yo, gorilla, honeybone, tickle off.
We colloquial, I'm bigger dick, sex enigma.
Pistol, brutalize your sigma.
[Bbm] Stinkbox, order from P-Dot.
[Ab] Seas get stuck on any block.
Airsoft, plug [Bbm] to the sink box.
Who take it, who up?
Take your brain on Facebook.
Talk strange like we walk.
Where hero Jim Doe up.
How can I put it?
Life is like video [Abm] footage.
Hot edit, directors, they never [Bbm] understood it.
Too impulsive, my [Bb] deadly corrosive.
Doses, attack when you least notice.
Stories, I _ don't play.
We rap souffle, [Abm] sauteed for the day.
Move the zigzag, thick A.
Leg, leg, long head, spread [E] like plague.
We drink [Bbm] Hennessy by the keg.
I got the golden egg plus the goose.
80 proof, absolute, make the grandbabies feel [Ab] juice.
Then sing boost, I got your neck [Bbm] in the nook.
Keep my money, Rinko.
The rap star, Twinkle, killer instinct.
16 ball, Nico, sell more copies than Kinko.
Grow like a fetus with no hands and [Ab] feet to compete us.
And we be turned like Jesus with the whole [Bb] world eating us.
Is it appetite for destruction?
Slap a murder rap on this [Eb] production.
I touch something, trust nothing.
[Bbm] Iron lung, twisted metal.
I [Ab] see him ducking my dart gun.
Busting from every angle.
[Eb] Worldwide, brutal carnage.
The stick is slow.
That be cold name, Agent Orange.
Killing you slow.
It's only [Bb] right you pay homage [Ab] to those that's about to blow like that shit up your nose.
[Bbm] Silence has a rock when I strike talking.
Herb Al, he's screaming on you like a drill [Eb] sergeant.
Herb Al, got me where I [Gb] wanna be right now.
Don't [Ab] know the time, check the hour on your sundown.
Watch [Bbm] me shine, jump off a cheap line.
Each line beyond point when I speak mine.
[Bb] On behalf of my crew,
_ get to [Ab] the room _ 364, deadly chambers [Bbm] for fake news. _ _
It's boom mother fucker.
A whole tank mother fucker.
_ It's [Ab] boom mother fucker.
_ A whole tank [Bbm] mother fucker.
_ It's boom mother fucker.
_ A tank mother fucker. _
It's boom [Ab] mother fucker.
A whole tank mother fucker.
_ It's boom mother fucker.
_ A whole tank mother fucker.

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