(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, none of
Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, heavy, what's popping? Us locking the game, to every hand on the lock men Street gwop, everybody eats, blocks is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beat box
Study like lessons, in the game biting the grain You knowing it came from, stop it You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted Watch Lex get dough out your pocket
all 'pallegic can't nothing move when I rhyme When I lines it's law out in Egypt Love ups, don't no batteries now, what? The only niggaz that'll be us
Yo, me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim 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 to say? Yeah Somebody me what do I do am I supposed to say? Yeah
We keep it hot, the heat on the block We stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop Raining the patchwork of puzzles was written in the year of the dragon More raw than you ever imagine
How much of a blessing to a rap city Where the is organically fed From the witty, unpredictable talent, natural game is Analyze the picture, the portrait, the
A Cuban Link Chef spaghetti that's untied Ragu nigga whose tomatoes are sun He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling But my rhyme'll give you hot flash and mood
Math shed light on divine secrets science leaked it For the lower level creatures can't peep it I observe MCs, regardless from a world Which is ten the sharpness
What am I supposed to say? tell me what do I do
Let the track wind and your mind flow Remain conscious on this ride to ya best Infinity, back to the of which it came Energy, see it changed
Atoms born, never ending On and on and on and with me Not trying to convince the that it's a fact For those who can't adapt, I it, shitted it back We agreed
You'll feel the impact of the truth when squeeze The brain feels something pop, hip hop, in texts Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned
Underneath your white T lies the four This is minutes of menacing Dismantling any MC opponent stepping in the Get face blown
am I supposed 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 seven continents Arm of the trench, there's no form of
Entertainment, nine swords swing Check the techniques, bow to The Abbott Witty, unpredictable, gritty 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, your Definitely not necessary, the
You printed the to do this shit the youth in the bricks Spitting poison tipped darts rip hearts the chest when 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 is a crime, find 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, armored, I'm killa proof In proof, I'm the wittiest, unpredictable 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 nobody fuck with me, I'm just too niggas in they head every time I write
Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the is popping Where them little black kids do they shopping Go to school fucked up, Africa Island We poor in the bricks but inside it's but talent