--Official Stats--
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Song: "Impossible"
Album: Wu-Tang Forever
Release Date: June 3, 1997
Things are not working out for me right now. I was just coming off a LOL high, you know? I was in a great mood. Then Iremembered that I had to do more of this U-God nonsense that nobody wants to read anywa. Plus I'm really not in a mood to hear "Wu-Tang Forever" right now* but I will anyway. Do you know why? Well becasue our readers have a certain expectation of awful reviews for songs that nobody cares about. That's why. Another bad review time: let's go!
*I like this album fine, but it's a bit tedious.
"Impossible"
Well I hate this track. I hate the beat. I hate Tekitha in it. I hate EVERYONE'S verse. RZA and Ghost test me here and Ghost drops such an ill verse, I mean one of the best of his career and I respect him for it, but I still hate this track. I think it's the beat. Ghost must have known that he needed to hit a grand slam here to salvage the track (and he does). Even elements that I would normally enjoy (like the production skips) are just irritating here. I don't know what it is, it's just a bad song.
So according to ancient tradition I have to post up U-God's lyrics...
United Nations. Gun fire style patient
Formulatin' rap plural A Cappella occupation
Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest
We want sanitary food, planetary conquest
Thug peoples on some hard cold body shit
Get your shit together 'fore the fuckin' Illuminati hit
Dreams is free in escape of sleep
For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time
The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind
The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate
the whole Babylon, times up, move on
Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes
opposed through the gate, case closed
Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones
were holding guns, we take flight with no fright
and attack, never fear cuz our words is clear
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
Divine minds bind, we unified as one
Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit
Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt
Formulatin' rap plural A Cappella occupation
Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest
We want sanitary food, planetary conquest
Thug peoples on some hard cold body shit
Get your shit together 'fore the fuckin' Illuminati hit
Dreams is free in escape of sleep
For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time
The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind
The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate
the whole Babylon, times up, move on
Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes
opposed through the gate, case closed
Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones
were holding guns, we take flight with no fright
and attack, never fear cuz our words is clear
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
Divine minds bind, we unified as one
Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit
Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt
Track Score: 1/10
U-God’s Score: 1/10
Impact on Rep (+,-,=): Harms
Next Week: Moving on with "Wu-Tang Forever" we find U-God spitting darts in Deadly Melody
A Cappella occupation |
About this series: “U-God’s Resume" is a series of posts which looks at each line of U-God’s entire career to determine if his status as ‘wack’ is justified (as labeled by internet morons). I think it is not. U-God is dope. We'll prove it. Leave it to the Tort Team.
Come ON, son!!! Uey did the subject matter justice with this verse here.
ReplyDeleteNot enough to beat Ghost's verse, though.