"You will be (Wu-Tang style) For all evil deeds (Wu-Tang style) Be warned, you suffer (Wu-Tang style) Justice" (Wu-Tang style)
on this hazardous enterprise Hit from the back, from a long range attack in self-captivity became months Those who were holdin' it they hold a pump
Do we delay the and prolong the suffer? Got a of starvin' niggaz wanna eat supper corruptions lead to abductions Creatin' wider of destructions
So we attack, the pen and blaze in From the terrifyin' to the Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to credit Full of hostile overtones mixed with edits
They heavily defended But they rot behind punctured steels I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice? Or that was my liquid of choice
Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine of steel pellet Powerful projection, is deafening Carrier groups, that's threatening Higher level
Plus the shipment in as 'Alarming', bells ring loud In the same manner But different
style, Wu-Tang style
Yeah, aiyyo once again, all again Yo the real remain silent, any of violence, I'm in Allah's helpful most, raps That brought through, shot out the belch too
We holdin', automatic semis with lines Run up, body niggaz, break shoddy niggaz so sharp, state of the art Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin'
Flowin' water, "Apocalypse Now" Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you us Runnin' through parkin' lots, get caught Let off, bark your shots, we here, off the blocks
It all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood Gotta a wolves waitin' in the woods For the Clan's I miss you in the game a summons
And fugitives of rap runnin', y'all get locked up Everything was wack 'til we up And got it on and poppin' Orville Redenbacher Patnah, you ain't got no in Mi Casa
Wu-Tang got ya, like every got a Tasha Request lines are now open, you see these MC's And thinkin', "What's that they be smokin'?" I'm so focused, chronic halitosis Keep my funky when I spit this braggadocious
Y'all niggaz got some nerve To critic I write, that's my muh'fuckin' word Blah blah, like N'Sync that ass "Bye bye bye" know what I'm sayin'? I ain't playin'
Many come, few chose to stay exact Track after track I'm for survival Before me I see hills and mountains they The word's gotta move and the crowd's the ocean
I walk water holdin' y'all suspended with the What's the total that came to see the gods? I thought talent, construct my best poetry Potentcy, content
effect may cause a tec to eject, many places All ages streets to cages, faces Shoutin' nuff love to the peeps from We live from Pulaski and spread
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