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Wu-Tang Clan( Wu Tang Clan )
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It's Yourz
Lyricist:Dennis David Coles, Mitchell Diggs, Robert F. Diggs, Oli Grant, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Corey Woods
Yo, yo, machine gun rap, all my niggaz in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines, rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin' at cha crab ass cope Snatch ya ice off, chillin' in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, feelin' like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress
Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hu-sane, niggaz light the torch, we flamin' niggaz Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz
It's yourz The world in the palm of your hand It's yourz Twenty-three million of useful land It's yourz The seed and the black woman It's yourz Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's yourz, it's yourz
Super freak physique like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah, smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch Totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin' season Honey eye-ballin' down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, 'cause tonight it's yourz
Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blame At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle I crack your soul like bottles, I leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag With scissors in your hands, bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls like number four, the lizard
Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman candles Rap vandals, I'll stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs can't fuck Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit Explicit, I crystallize the rhyme so you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked I No surprise, verbal stick up, put 'em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4
It's yourz The world in the palm of your hand It's yourz Twenty-three million of useful land It's yourz The seed and the black woman It's yourz Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan It's yourz, it's yourz
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