Rza - The Abbott & The Masta lyrics

[Intro: RZA] Yo, Allah Mathematics, tight mixtape sh** Ya'll f*ggot n***as back the f** up Ya'll b**hes just back the f** up [RZA] It's Da Great Siege, k**a Beez in fatigue No time to bob and weave, your city's intrigued Pushing straight through in a navy-blue H2 Hummer We scrape you, it's a bummer, you dumber than dumber Shaolin Rooftop Talk, who shot hawk? Who got off? Bobby! Trapped in the Bing like my name was Crosby Gettin' them Bills like Cosby I'm up on Pickin b**h walked in, ordered veggie fried rice and a half a chicken Like it's finger-licking' my finger clickin' On some old finger-clickin', itchy trigger, n***a listen It's Da Great Siege, k**a Beez in fatigue You're gonna get intrigued Your city's caught, no chance to bob and weave BZA-Bobby, Shaolin Rooftop Talk, who shot hawk? Who got off? Pushing through in tha H2 navy-blue Hummer Bounce a n***a, we scrape you You lookin' dumber and dumber We turn winter into summer Can we bling bling, shine shine, all the time [Interlude: RZA (Masta k**a)] Yeah, bring it back.. huh huh (bring it back, from the back Bring it back, ahh, yo!) [Masta k**a] Seen thousand dollars nights, broke a** days Marvelous master haze, haggler, Isaac Yo... yeah.. yeah, but yo, Masta k**' stay milli' Known to rock a bu*ter soft leather when it's chilly Peace to Philly, Chicago the Windy City We rock goggle, bread with the mold Out-dated can goods, witty and it cold Behold the pale, Jonah escape the whale Free Dirty, we gotta be the God The Def Poet quotin', all side bets I'm takin' Put your plate up, Rae dropped the eight on the brake We on The Come Up, one up from takin' it all Up in the pool hall, n***as ain't tryin' to pay without a brawl Dusty, Two On Da Road, toad style Mic stab low, winds straight from the soul, Shaolin pole