Winter Warz
It's on
- It's on
- Where your sparkle at kid
- RZArector
- Yeah
- Yes the **** is raw coming at your door
- Start to scream out loud
- Wu-Tang's back for more
- Yes the hour's four
- I told you before
- Prepare for mic fights
- And plus the cold war
- This rhyme you digest
- Through the RZA console
- Ask why I slam Nine Diagram pole
- Raekwon dropped the bomb
- Hunchback Notre Dame
- Golden Arms is bronze Buddha palm hit Qu'ran
- It blows extreme mainstream be the theme
- Supreme team
- America's Cream Team redeemed
- Vidal Sassoon chrome tones hear
- The moans of Al Capone
- Gun POW to the dome and split the bone
- Wig blown off the ledge by the alleged
- Full-fledged sledge RZA edge
- One dose of my feroc' handheld trigger cuts
- A capella spitting shell paralyse if you get touched
- And critical mic cords hanging like umbilical
- Cords d**e swords five star general
- Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
- Through the fully operational hand held tote mhm
- Yes the **** is raw coming at your door
- Start to scream out loud
- Wu-Tang's back for more
- Thousand times one
- Snatch up my styles get done
- I hold a title
- And here's how my belt was won
- Check it
- Slick majestic
- Broke mics are left infected
- Germs start to spread through
- Your crew through lack of effort
- You asked for it shot up the jams like syringes
- My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
- Masked Avenger I appear to blow your ear like wind
- With a freestyle sharper than the Indian spear
- So sit back and let the king explore
- Describe me the kid's nice and he holds swords
- And his name black attack's the nerve like migraines
- With more gains than beggars on trains livid sharp pains
- Poisonous Rebel like Deck you can't destroy this
- You get ambushed skate try to avoid this
- Side effects of hot raps and hot tracks
- A duffel bag full of guns son dipped in black
- My culture glides and attacks you like a vulture
- Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster
- Yes the **** is raw coming at your door
- Start to scream out loud Wu-Tang's back for more
- Yes the hour's four I told you before
- Prepare for mic fights and plus the cold war
- Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
- That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
- And as far as the coroners know
- The autopsy show it was a Shaolin blow
- Put on by my family brought to the academy
- Of the Wu and learnt how to
- **** up your anatomy steadily calm and deadly
- Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
- MCs submit to the will as I kill your
- Juvenile freestyle civilize the mental
- Devils worship this like an icon
- Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python
- Yes the **** is raw coming at your door
- Start to scream out loud
- Wu-Tang's back for more
- You heard other raps before but kept waiting
- For the Son of Song I keep dancehalls strong
- Beats never worthy of my 'cause I prolong
- Extravaganza time sits still
- No propaganda be wary of the skill
- As I bring forth the music
- Make love to your eardrum
- Dedicated to rap nigga
- Beware of the fearsome
- Lebanon Don Malcolm X beat threat
- CD massacre murder to cassette
- I blow the shop up you ain't seen nothing yet
- One man ran tryna get away from it
- Put your bifocal on watch me a-cometh
- Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
- Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
- Four course applause like a black dat to dat
- You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
- Nowhere to go except next show bro
- Entertaining ************* can't stop O
- In battling you don't want me to start tattling
- All up on the stage 'cause y'all snakes keep rattling
- ***** you ain't got nothing on the rich
- Every other day my whole dress code switch
- So just in case you wanna clock me like Sherry
- All y'all crab ******* ain't got to worry
- Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
- Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
- I'm too ill I represent Park Hill
- See my face on the twenty dollar bill
- Cash it in and get ten dollars back
- The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
- Pass it in your thing put valve up to twelve
- Put all the other LPs back on the shelf
- And smoke a blunt and dial 9-1-7
- 1-6-0-4-9-3-11
- And you could get long d**k hip-hop affection
- I damage any MC who step in my direction
- I'm Staten Island best son **** what you heard
- Niggas still talking that **** is absurd
- My repertoire is USSR
- PLO style got thrown out the car
- And ran over by the Method Man Jeep
- Divine can't define my style is so deep
- Like p***y my low cut fade stay bushy
- Like a porcupine I part backs like a spine
- Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
- I know you want to diss me
- But I can read your mind
- 'Cause you weak in the knees like SWV
- Tryna get a title like Wu Killa Bee
- Kid change your habit
- You know I'm friends with the Abbott
- Me and RZA rhyme name printed in the tablet
- Under vets we paid our debts for mad years
- Hibernate the sound and now we out like bears
- In Born Power born physically power speaking
- The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching
Let's listen to my solo!
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