Gza (formerly Known As The Genius) - Labels lyrics

[Intro: RZA] Lot of people, you know what I'm sayin, they be gettin misinformed Thinkin everything is everything, that you could just get yourself A little deal, whatever, youknowhati'msayin you gonna get on you Gonna get rich. and all these labels be trying to lure us in like Spiders, into the web, knowhati'msaying. so sometimes people gotta Come out and speak up, and let people understand, that you know you Gotta read the label you gotta read the label if you don't read the Label you might get poisoned... [Genius:] Tommy ain't my motherf**in' boy When he fake moves on a n***a you employ Well I'll emirge off ya set, now ya know God damn I show livin large n***az how to flip a def jam And ruff up the motherf**in' house Cause I smother you cold chillin' mother f**ers are still warner brothers I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act wild That sh** is jive, an old sleeping bag/profile This soft comedian rap sh** ain't the rough witty On the reel to reel it wasn't from a tuff city n***as be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons They know their mics are formed at virgin And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee That's like going to venus driving a mercury The capitol of this rugged slang, is wu-tang Witty unpredictable talent and natural game I d**h row an mc with mic cables The epic is at a rush a**ociated labels From eastwest to atco, I bring it to a next plateau But I keep it phat though Yo, I'm hittin' batters up with the wild pitch style I even show an uptown/mca style Who thought he saw me on 4th & broadway But I was out on the island, bombing mc's all day My priority is that I'm first priority I bone the secret out a b**h in a sorority So look out for a&m, the abbot and the master Breakin' down your pendulum As I fiend mc's out with a blow that'll numb the A-ppendix, I'm holdin more more weight than columbia Index interscope, we rca. clan That's comin' with a plan to free a Slave of a mental d**h mc don't panic Throw that a&r n***a off the boat in the atlantic Now who's the bad boy character, not from arista But firin' weapons released on geffen So duck as I struck with the soul of motown While central broadcasting systems are slowed down You're dirty, like that ba*tard It's gettin drastic Read the label and say it loud Another wu banger Thirty-six chambers, to your area Yeah, the rza, phat tracks on a disc Rza razor rza razor sharp Another wu-tang production kid, comin at ya