get you popped, probably get your ass killed I see you little motherfuckers, up in it, can't chill I hear your heart pumpin brothers don't think it can
like rootbeer and she popped her gum and arched her back hell marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road some night my heart pounds just like
rap Bite it, stomp on a beat Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses [RZA] Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my
right by with the fly latin girl in my ride You gettin jealous? You shouldn't be jealous Let me ask the fellas - hey fellas why is he jealous, jockin me and my
s get hyper Flip this thing and sting like a viper Rollin' with the rhythm, I did it for my opponent If there was a crown to be taken, yea, I would own it Believe that my
I get you drunker than your bourbon, ale, liquor, malt, my assault learned it well Turn the tables of time with my perception Building staples of rhyme hear my
gonna get you popped, probably get your ass killed I see you little motherfuckers, up in it, can't chill I hear your heart pumpin brothers don't think
twist and turn with this beat that I kick it South River, Trax East Fuck with me you'll be deceased 6 foot underground is where you'll be to say the
a monkey suit with bloody execs and a L.I.R.R. Reached they last stop [Ill Bill] Last cop, beat by my my blueprints I'ma do shit if the shoe fits You
be here tomorrow yet still I'm gone today Slowly closing my eyes (I'll blind the things I need to see) Feel no more (I will not be) Hear my cries (Cry
really My home kept skep n my folks so eary So hardworkin that my bones still reary Fall in the club then the hoes start cheerin So hear me, hear me,
lyin the flow asscheeks Im on the beat like Contra bllaoow Steamroll over shit im in a tonka now This aint about radio see im beyond a thou But still
far you talk shit, now what you face'n Still ajascent, to my brother Jizz, who fucked dem niggaz who be hatin When I spit be like tornados, da last game
walk around the trap, bisect like a free mouse My Wu-Tang logo on the back of a kimono Beat played in the background, on the phono My Kung Fu, be the
nigga Iron Lung, ladies and gentlemen Welcome to my torture chamber, pit and the pendulum Foul play, T 2000 be "Judgement Day" Face millenium - hell to pay My
my Brownsville niggaz! {The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son? Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy! (Yeah, peace to the valley goat..) Peace to my
seasons, we soe and reap through I stand still in your presence, when I see you Son?s and daughters, we your people When I feel confused, let my heart be