Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Glaciers of Ice’ by 62nd Assassin Of Sunz Of Man. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 62nd Assassin Of Sunz Of Man or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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Yo son you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yooo! Niggas don’t even know son
Yo check the joint, boom
Yo I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now
Check it out, boom, this is how you freak ’em, boom
You go get you go get the cream joints right? Boom
Now now, all you all you dye, is this shit right here, boom
And this, you know what I’m saying? Any color you want
But it’d be like, blue and cream, you know what I’m saying?
Shit like that, niggas don’t even know
But son word is bond I’mma rock niggas this summer
On the real, know what I’m saying?
Yo son, I had crazy visions
Check it out check it out check it out, boom
Just imagine if you buy, woo! Check it out
Just imagine you bought navy blue, right
A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom
Of this, of this shit, know what I’m saying?
But dyed get this dyed cream on top
Just imagine that color like
But you got it dripping like it’s marble cake like…
Stand on the block, Reebok, gun cocked
Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services
Chef break ’em, watch the alley cats bake ’em
Four-nine made ’em, drop grenades and take ’em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
Wu-Tang saga continue
Rap Meyer Lansky crash your fantasy
Getting high fellas stand by, here’s the plan, see
Sit back collecting Tecs and checks and
Blowing slow in a Montero flexing
Beats break heavily word to INS bless me
Blow me like three bags of cess
For real from the Killa Hill locked and caged in
We’re sworn representatives, reacting like made men
Strive for wives, nine lives and lies
Max sell and enjoy the highs, what
The treasure is the glaciers of ice, orginal man
Possess the power to hold G’s guns and grams
Baker baker, pull off a keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and watch me scrape her
Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of punishment increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords being swung
Slicing with a vocal, from the international vocalist
Your style is too local to f*ck with this
Offensive antagonist
No assistance, moving motionless
Mysterious swiftness
Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
Mental gives the signal to the physical
Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
Violent temperaments, left continents dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries start
The treasure is the glaciers of ice, orginal man
Possess the power to hold G’s guns and grams
Straight up and down it’s all good
Peace to them check cashing, chain snatching, gun flashing
Niggas in the hoods bubbling good
Analyze Starks, who be buying lion heads and Clarks
To all my house bitches, Starks’ll be home soon
I’m on tour chill, catch me ’96 in June
But until then my ten-man team be safe
Chill on the whips for seven months, we can all get laced
Take a boat cruise, sip daquiris and max
Swimming pools, fly jewels, Wally shoes, blow stacks
Relax kids, black kids got a craving for Cris
Until we get back and pack, leave the Mac with your Wis’
But whatever, I gotta hit other sides of the Earth
Spread Wu-ness, rule this, civilization’s cursed
But luckily I’m born to be wild and aure-al
Move crowds collect twenty thou and then be out
Heavy convoys my crew keep pretty boys paranoid
Blow like a steroid pat down Dan Aykroyd
My seeds, run with his seeds, marry his seeds
That’s how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family
The treasure is the glaciers of ice, orginal man
Possess the power to hold G’s guns and grams
Baker baker, pull off a keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and watch me scrape her
My seeds, run with his seeds, marry his seeds
That’s how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family
It’s been a long time since the father left in ’69
It’s been a long time since Wu Tang had the chance to shine
It’s been a long time since we had diamonds, gold and drink Cristal wine
It’s been a long time of walking around here dumb, deaf, and blind
It’s been a long time since you had the Son of Man chant like golden wine
It’s been a long time