[RZA]
Eh yo...
Turn my sh** up son too
Yo
[GZA]
You know exactly what I'm talking about,
Y'know?
[Ol' Dirty ba*tard]
I'm gonna crash your crew [x8]
[GZA]
Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine
An' rhyme out the mutherf**ing mind
Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line
Catch juice from the(land fo[?])
15 twenty inch woofers blow the manhole
Made the street crack, master feedback
(Allah masters the beat back[?])
The crowd look, while the stage shook
Carpenters made errors
Craftsmen had his head severed
Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tonnes of snow
Broke this rhymin' video
Verbal a**a**in, blastin
Exploit your break through explosively
Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously
Game controlled, optimize the input channel
I set it relatively high for those on a panel
CD with the durable, long-life cover
Very similar to no other
I seen a million tryin' to set a flow
Thousands that show
Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow
But one individual thing forgot the(fri show[?])
Now his pursuit is not for digress
A special note, thanks for being flank
While journalist's stay runnin' in front of tanks
Blew out first cla**, came back close cash
Ruff cla**, surfaces with no math
Military campaign, while shots cause information of the brain
Beat Crazy Eddie insane
(cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra...)
Filled with pain -- n***az reign
[ODB]
I'm gonna crash your crew [x16]
I'm gonna crash your crew
I'm gonna crash your crew
"You never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me,
b**h I inject you, with the sh** that made you say, yo dirt doggchew-chew-chew...."
I'm gonna crash your crew