(Make me yours) He get out of line, his fucking arm You know how it go, up Ain't playing no games these niggaz man None at all, man, no more, of that
Aiyyo, out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping? Us locking the game, word to hand on the lock men Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beat box
Study like lessons, niggaz in the biting the grain You knowing where it came from, it You thought we wasn't You dumbing, you blunted again Watch Lex get dough out your pocket
Rhyme all can't nothing move when I rhyme When I drop lines law out in Egypt Love ups, don't need no now, what? The only that'll glow'll be us
Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties Dirt Dog, we miss you, now time to murder the game 'Cuz if things change, you know it ain't Wu
am I supposed to say? Yeah Somebody tell me do I do am I supposed to say? Yeah
We keep it hot, keep the heat on the We stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop Raining the patchwork of puzzles That was in the year of the dragon More raw than you could imagine
How of a great blessing to a rap city Where the youth is fed the witty, unpredictable talent, natural game is lyrical Analyze the picture, the portrait, the
A Cuban Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied Ragu nigga whose tomatoes are sun He y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling But my give you hot flash and mood swings
shed light on divine secrets then science leaked it For the lower level creatures that can't it I MCs, regardless from a neighboring world Which is ten the sharpness
What am I supposed to say? tell me what do I do
Let the track and your mind flow free Remain conscious on ride to ya best ability Infinity, back to the of which it came Energy, see it forms
being born, never ending On and on and on and with me Not trying to the pack that it's a fact For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it 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, kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down
Underneath white T lies the four pound This is forty-five of menacing Dismantling any MC opponent in the zone Get your face
What am I to say? Yeah Somebody tell me do I do
Observe the word, when I speak, it's the truth that's to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth Spreading the blessing across seven Arm of the trench, there's no of defense
Entertainment, nine swords swing Check the techniques, first bow to The Witty, unpredictable, gritty Valid if it's actual, talent and it's
Game, rugged like the train, it in your vein I and I, ride or die, under the W-U, the primary, secondary Definitely not necessary, the
You the blueprints to do this shit Moving the youth in the Spitting poison tipped darts rip hearts Through the chest when I manifest my art
Speaking my mind, fall in line when I mine Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit If this is a crime, me guilty, I'm so sublime So rapid rhymes, same slacking is asanine
Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's the Wu Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm killa In living proof, I'm the wittiest, Most talented rap motherfucker you ever to
I'm a hustler, I 'til my pack is done Get a seed mad so they crack and run Can't fuck with me, I'm just too nice Smack niggas in they head every I write
Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill the guns is popping Where them little black kids do grocery shopping Go to fucked up, it's Africa Island We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but