(Make me yours) He get out of line, his fucking arm You know how it go, up Ain't playing no with these niggaz man at all, man, no more, none of that
Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, popping? Us locking the game, word to every on the lock men Street gwop, everybody eats, blocks This is a message, ain't go no grams, we beat box
Study like lessons, in the game biting the grain You knowing where it came from, it You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted Watch Lex get dough out your pocket
Rhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move I rhyme When I drop lines it's law out in Love ups, don't no batteries now, what? The only niggaz that'll be us
Yo, throw me in Sin City, me with the vultures and bats Then give me two weeks to like Kim titties Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the if things change, you know it ain't against Wu
What am I supposed to say? tell me what do I do What am I supposed to say?
We keep it hot, keep the heat on the We never stop, drawing up until it begin to drop Raining the patchwork of puzzles That was written in the year of the More raw than you could imagine
How much of a great blessing to a rap Where the is organically fed From the witty, talent, natural game is lyrical the picture, the portrait, the visual
A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's Ragu nigga whose tomatoes are sun He gave y'all niggaz whiplash bling bling But my rhyme'll give you hot and mood swings
Math shed on divine secrets then science leaked it For the lower creatures that can't peep it I observe MCs, regardless from a neighboring Which is ten the sharpness
What am I supposed to say? Somebody tell me do I do
Let the track and your mind flow free conscious on this ride to ya best ability Infinity, back to the source of it came Energy, see it forms
Atoms born, never ending On and on and on and travel me Not trying to convince the pack it's a fact For those who can't adapt, I it, shitted it back We agreed
feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze The brain something pop, hip hop, locked in texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, Enough kicks, fitted crown, down
Underneath white T lies the four pound This is forty-five of menacing Dismantling any MC opponent in the zone Get face blown
What am I to say? Yeah Somebody me what do I do
Observe the word, I speak, it's the truth that's heard True to the curb, Wu classic is the new the blessing across seven continents Arm of the trench, no form of defense
Entertainment, nine swords swing Check the techniques, bow to The Abbott Witty, unpredictable, individual Valid if it's actual, and it's natural
Game, rugged like the train, pump it in vein I and I, ride or die, under the W-U, the primary, secondary Definitely not necessary, the
You printed the blueprints to do shit Moving the youth in the Spitting poison tipped darts that rip Through the chest I manifest my sick art
Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit If this is a crime, me guilty, I'm so sublime So rapid with rhymes, slacking is asanine
Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's the Wu Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm proof In living proof, I'm the wittiest, talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to
I'm a hustler, I grind 'til my pack is Get a seed mad knowledge so they and run Can't nobody fuck me, I'm just too nice Smack niggas in they head time I write
Yo, I'm from Park Hill where the guns is popping Where them little black kids do they shopping Go to fucked up, it's Africa Island We poor in the but inside it's nothing but talent