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rza

Lot of people, you know I'm sayin, they be gettin misinformed
everything is everything, that you could just get yourself
A little deal, whatever, youknowhati'msayin you get on you
Gonna get rich. and all these labels be trying to us in like
Spiders, into the web, knowhati'msaying. so sometimes gotta
Come out and speak up, and let understand, that you know you
Gotta the label you gotta read the label if you don't read the
you might get poisoned...

Lyrics:

Tommy ain't my boy
When he fake moves on a you employ
I'll emirge off ya set, now ya know God damn
I show livin large how to flip a def jam
And ruff up the house
Cause I smother you chillin' mother fuckers are still warner brothers
I'm ruthless my clan don't to act wild
That is jive, an old sleeping bag/profile
This soft comedian rap ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a city
Niggas be game, thinking that they surgeons
They know their mics are formed at
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't a bee
That's like going to driving a mercury
The capitol of rugged slang, is wu-tang
Witty talent and natural game
I row an mc with mic cables
The epic is at a rush labels
From eastwest to atco, I it to a next plateau
But I keep it though
Yo, I'm hittin' batters up the wild pitch style
I even show an style
Who he saw me on 4th & broadway
But I was out on the island, mc's all day
My is that I'm first priority
I bone the secret out a bitch in a
So out for a&m, the abbot and the master
Breakin' down pendulum
As I fiend out with a blow that'll numb the
A-ppendix, I'm holdin more more than columbia
Index interscope, we rca.
That's with a plan to free a
of a mental death mc don't panic
Throw that a&r nigga off the in the atlantic
Now who's the bad boy character, not arista
But firin' released on geffen
So duck as I struck the soul of motown
While central systems are slowed down
You're dirty, that bastard
It's gettin

the label and say it loud
Another wu
Thirty-six chambers, to your
Yeah, the rza, phat tracks on a
Rza rza razor sharp
wu-tang production kid, comin at ya