(Make me yours) He get out of line, break his arm You know how it go, up playing no games with these niggaz man None at all, man, no more, of that
Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's Us locking the game, word to every hand on the men Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep This is a message, ain't go no grams, we beat box
Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the You knowing it came from, stop it You we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again Lex get that dough out your pocket
Rhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move when I When I drop it's law out in Egypt Love ups, don't no batteries now, what? The niggaz that'll glow'll be us
Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me the vultures and bats Then give me two weeks to bubble Kim titties Dirt Dog, we you, now it's time to murder the game 'Cuz if things change, you 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 water up until it to drop Raining with the of puzzles That was written in the year of the raw than you could ever imagine
How much of a great blessing to a rap Where the youth is fed From the witty, talent, natural game is lyrical Analyze the picture, the portrait, the
A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti untied Ragu nigga tomatoes are sun dried He gave y'all whiplash from bling bling But my rhyme'll give you hot and mood swings
Math shed light on divine secrets science leaked it For the lower creatures that can't peep it I observe MCs, from a neighboring world Which is ten times the
What am I supposed to Yeah Somebody me what do I do
Let the track wind and your mind flow Remain on this ride to ya best ability Infinity, back to the of which it came Energy, see it changed
being born, never ending On and on and on and with me Not trying to convince the pack that a fact For those who adapt, I lived it, shitted it back We have
You'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll The brain feels something pop, hip hop, in texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned
Underneath white T lies the four pound is forty-five minutes of menacing Dismantling any MC stepping in the zone Get your face
am I supposed to say? Yeah Somebody me what do I do
Observe the word, when I speak, the truth that's heard True to the curb, Wu is the new birth Spreading the blessing seven continents Arm of the trench, there's no of defense
Entertainment, nine swords swing Check the techniques, bow to The Abbott Witty, unpredictable, individual Valid if it's actual, talent and it's
Game, rugged the train, pump it in your vein I and I, ride or die, under the W-U, the primary, your not necessary, the legendary
You the blueprints to do this shit Moving the in the bricks poison tipped darts that rip hearts Through the chest when I manifest my art
Speaking my mind, fall in line I spit mine Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it time If this is a crime, me guilty, I'm so sublime So rapid with rhymes, slacking is asanine
the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm killa In living proof, I'm the wittiest, talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to
I'm a hustler, I grind my pack is done Get a seed mad knowledge so crack and run Can't fuck with me, I'm just too nice niggas in they head every time I write
Yo, I'm from Park Hill where the guns is popping Where them little black do they grocery shopping Go to school fucked up, Africa Island We poor in the bricks but it's nothing but talent