Wu-tang Clan - I Can't Go to Sleep lyrics

Your technique is ill son, watch how I spill one

Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L and Big Pun

Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches

House niggas, children watches, they produce the same pattern and

Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies

Hit us with the cracks and guns, in the early 80's

For those that murder me, shall stand before God

To fall at the hands of faith and out comes the Lord

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

What the fuck is going on? I Can't Go To Sleep

Feds jumpin out they jeeps, I Can't Go To Sleep

Babies with flies on they cheeks, It's hard to Go To Sleep

Ish bowled, two sixes, twice, how could we Go To Sleep?

Aiyo we deep in the stands, we carry can guns

Whippy got, hit him with the big shit, bong-bong

Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot

Don't pass ya niggas again, you took a cheap shot

Not know with fuckin wit me, you get your meat chop

You thought we feel on your face, you think the beef stop

Call on chariots, call on the ambulance

You better smile my nigga, you on Candid Cam

Gangster broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls

Nigga muthafuckin you that heighten, take what's with yours

I'm the nigga that made you man

When your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand

[Isaac Hayes]

Don't kill your brother, learn to love each other

Don't get mad, cuz it ain't that bad

Just be who your are, you've come so far

It's in your head, just be a man

Get the jelly out ya spine, cobwebs hidin mine

[RZA]

I Can't Go To Sleep, I can't shut my eyes

They shot the Father in his moms buildin seven times

And shot Malcolm in the chest, front of his little seeds

Jessie watched as they shot King on the balcony

They spat at Marcus, Garvey cuz he tried to spark us

With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers

Oh Jacqueline, you heard the rifle shots cracklin

Her husband head in her hand, you tried to put it back in

America's watchin, blood stains, inks blotches

Medgar took one to the skull for intergratin college

What's the science, somebody, this is trick knowledge

And try to keep us enslaved, and still scrape for dollars

Walkin thru Park Hill drunk as a fuck

Lookin around like -- these Devils so many to break this world down

They got me trapped up in the metal gate

Ya stressed out with hate and this gives me no time to relax

And use my mind to meditate, what should I do?

Grab a blunt or a brew, grab a two-two and run out there

Put this fuckin violence to you

I Can't Go To Sleep, I can't shut 'em son, I--

[Isaac Hayes] *starts on RZA's fourth to last line*

Don't let the game, make you lose ya head

You should be callin the shots instead

The power is in your head, stop all this cryin and be a man