Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Dennis David Coles, Mitchell Diggs, Robert F. Diggs, Oli Grant, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Corey Woods
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Wu-Tang ClanIt's Yourz Lyrics:
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
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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