The Genius Gza - Labels lyrics

Tommy ain't my motherf**in' boy When you fake moves on a n***a you employ We'll all emerge off your set, now you know God damn I show living large n***as how to flip a def jam And rough up the motherf**in' house cause I smother You cold chillin' motherf**ers, I still warn a brother I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act wild That sh** is jive, an old sleeping bag profile The soft comedian rap sh** ain't the rough witty On the reel to reel it wasn't from a tough city n***as be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons They know they microphone's a 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 that I rush a**ociated labels From east west to atco, I bring it to a next plateau But I keep it phat though, yo I'm hitting batters up with the wild pitch style I even show an Uptown MC a 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 Breaking down your pendulum As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the Appendix, I'm holding more more weight than Colombia Index Interscope, we RCA, clan That's coming 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 firing weapons released on Geffen So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown My central broadcasting systems is low down And dirty, like that ba*tard It's getting drastic