Rza - Wake Up Show Freestyle lyrics

[Shyheim] This is on some Cash Rules Everything Around Me type thought Yo bust it yo, yo We was chillin on the ave, buggin out lookin dap And these four cold boys rolled up in a cab They pulled out a tool, said get against the wall F' that, I'd rather brawl than to go out at all My man pushed back *blaow* he pulled the trigger Nah G not on Sin, that's my main n***a His body hit the floor, blood covered the ground How that sound? I didn't even get my last pound The red glare with his tears made me shed Now I'm fed, my right hand man could be dead Hell no, I couldn't let em flee that ain't me Or how me and my crew lounge and be So we dash with a rugged child on his a** In the gra** his life is now come to pa** The fam made him trip, aww sh** the gun slip My man picked up the burner and emptied the clip In his back, no slack jack, with sound to retreat back Wipe the gat and pack it in a napsack Yo be out cause 5-0 is soon to come You get arrested and bagged for murder one I'm in the house with Bishop, The RZA, The GZA Represent kid you know how it goes dizza [Prince Rakeem/RZA] I'mma set it off for The GZA then GZA gonna finish his-a Set it right here from the beginning? Aiiight bet check it Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM get the money, dollar dollar bill y'all, check it I make a rugged bloody spectacle Technical feast where beats hits like a kick to your testicles n***as remind me of vegetables So I'mma stir fry your brain like the incredible edible Egg, I got mad CREAM between bread Rip it on, pa** the bone, let's get stoned like Fred Flintstone when I roam boy it's evident We only puff on the leafs with the ganja scent I be the mean black gugger bust a slug in your mug Watch the blood overflood your head like beer suds The temple that I am in I gots the mental rhymin While chumps try to pump the styles of Simple Simon I be The RZA, yo I gets bizza with my lizza Here be my nizza, The GZA Live in effect on KMEL boy [The Genius/GZA] Yeah, and you don't stop yo Callin all cars, callin all cars, lyrical psycho Armed and dangerous, leavin mad scars on those Who are found bound, gagged and shot While I blast the spot n***as took off like astronauts Difficult see even your best can't come on down You're the next contestant Get your non-lyrical rhymin a** a spankin I'm catchin wreck, gettin more respect than Aretha Franklin Avenue and Putnam, the rhyme wreckin center Bacardi and Rum through those cold days of winter I used to warm up the cipher with a rhyme that was hyper Than your average JFK sniper So yo yo, don't even start it I roll like Kaufmann, lay that a** out like carpet 25 rhymes a square yard I hit em so hard he wake up sayin "That wasn't even fair God" Stop the stutterin boy, save your place for the 5-0 Then praise the lord you're alive bro I release stacks, you premeditate the grab You couldn't catch it so you bounce back to your lab Just to look for what, wack rhymes you couldn't finish Yeah, I know forgot to eat your spinach Here's a can, for those who wanna sleep, pills Cold snorin while they slept on my deep sk**s That originated back in Shaolin, an endangered island Shorties losin blood by the gallons [Shyheim] Yo I gotta go after that boy After The GZA then we go to a commercial whatever y'all wanna do Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo You better look out kid cause I'm the Wu-Tang's smallest artist When I come through n***as be jettin like I'm narcotics I'm the shorty of the bus but yet I hit the hardest When I rolled upon your squad you showed me where your heart is You start to snitch like a b**h cold droppin dimes I cut that a** short like a tree of alpine But I'm a lumberjack black and a matter of fact I flip that track like 2 kilos of crack packs I lit up quick like a 4-fifth automatic Who got static, like Spike Lee I gotta have it I gave it to your a** raw like a proud f*ggot I keep it movin like I did on my first LP I stay true to the grain of G.P Word to my mother I can never be a s**er I die hard too, yippie-ki-yay muthaf**er