Chorus- Rza
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You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
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fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box
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Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
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Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop
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Verse 1- Hell Razah
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Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
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Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
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Leave em paralyzed,they stolen every word i provide
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Without no clearence, i nurture this track like Amish parents
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Got requests from retail stores, for my appearence
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First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
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The hungry shark, contra hit, whoevers starting shit
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Got as many rap soldiers, for how much this record ships
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Fuck them niggaz you record with,I make them forfit
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Send a bomb rap fed ex into ya office, son we buil and deliver
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Came to build with the Gza,
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check the chorus from the Rza, the real album spitta
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Me and my street team be holding congress meetings
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Audio visual video treatments internationally speaking
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Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you
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Its the comming of the newest hip hop christ
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Pop you, try the BDS and soundskins from war fans
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Ya whole roster cant take on, one Sun of Man
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Get ya street team,get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
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Boost ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up!
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Chorus- Rza
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You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
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fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box
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Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
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Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop
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Verse 2- Gza
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Industrialize niggaz change soon as ya get in
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Throw em on a auction block, CEOs bidding
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Highest price paid, for them wack rhymes made
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It's over rated, cut off, never reinstated
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I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous tales
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Feed the hungry MCs and be starving as hell
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I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
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Who drank my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst
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Full tank, with the premium quallity raps
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Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
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Ya cottonelle kids from scottsdale cleanex
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Looking like rockwell wearing Vnecks
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Ya learn from this earn from this
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Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this, burned for this
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Extort from a thousands degrees of live MCs
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I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas
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Verse 3-Timbo King
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The microphonus, collect the bonus, aiyo we on this
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House niggaz verse the homeless
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Ten to one, Tim's the one
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Royal famous,the verbal painless
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The dark gallery, million dollar pictures
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Import from poor to riches, leanin on doors
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We move across the broklynn bridge doing 60
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Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn
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The Gza/Genius, Wu-tang we live long
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Verse 4- Dreddy Kruger
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True indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
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Persona, wack MCs do me notta
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King solomon the great,came to evaporate the fake
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Yeah you, you know your power-U
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Ya reconize the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
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Every dart i spit gets mastered and promoted
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ya just been demoted, cause ya sweet and sugar coated
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Ya folded, ya style is half stale and molded
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So mold it
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Chrous- Rza
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You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
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fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box
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Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
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Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop
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Hip Hop Fury
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Genius/GZA |