U-god - Grand Prix lyrics

[Inspectah Deck] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the lyrical grand prix We have our drivers racin for a $3,000,000 purse Winner takes all, gentlemen start your engines... [Inspectah Deck] Give me room, hit the tune Feature presentation comin soon, early June k**a Bee platoon, well groomed Spells doom, raise the volume You react like a werewolf in a full moon With the force of a Trojan horse Pushin forward, have your seat belt fastened We blastin into orbit, Wu restore the new chamber Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and design Mastermind the plan took a matter of time From the confines of the cold world I shine It's amazin, the grace, changin in the place Blazin the brakes, invadin your space Which remains in the race, claimin first place Raisin the stakes, it's a game to disgrace I hold many j**els, drop more than I wear I come in peace, prepare for the warfare The invincible fold, when they're caught in the square And the talk mad sh** when the coast is clear Yes, ladies and gentlemen We've just completed the first lap [Street Life] Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap scholars Guns and wallets, prowess, Staten Island stylist 12 men roster, live long, prosper Street philosopher, you end up like Jimmy Hoffa Ain't a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range Strange universe, I was nursed to blow your mainframe Think first, convert, all verse live in concert Pull a skirt, burst, while y'all n***as star search Mind yours, why you eyein' mines for Posin like a Matten dog, I must got somethin you wanna die for Touch mine, reach him up, his headline, both grant 9 inch rusty splint push through your nose is vent Got my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet [Inspectah Deck] And a new driver has entered the contest Ladies and gentlemen, driver number 99 In the red car... [U-God] Fog lights beam, car 99 supreme A high-powered machine spits sparks of baroline The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd roars The rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my jaws Enforcin my laws, ramrod in my garage The grease lightnin, dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage Now duel of the iron, flyin fued for you writers The speed demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fighters Was tracked in the co*k pit, I'm writin exact I'm crushin corners, who that kid ridin the track With the Wu helmet, 6th n***a, 5 cars track The last but not least, I bliss through the scrimmage No brakes, I dart, I'm racin for the finish Understand my hunger for my land down under It's the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crush The purse snatchin pound, by all means snatch cream Tear your a** out of town [Inspectah Deck] As we near the final lap Team Wu-Tang seems to be buildin A sizeable lead on the competition Yo, I know how to fold 'em like Kenny Rogers Popular demand, overstand these pirahnas Movin on the track like a Monaco GT I stand out similar to 3D on your TV Easily breezin watchin the speed dial climb Style of rhyme, left the foes miles behind Leavin skid marks on the charts Aimed at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapes It's starts from the gate, darts penetrate Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the bait Holdin major weight, my Supreme Team dominates Circulatin, takin all bets you place In and out of state, twirlin L's on the freeway NY to SC, NC to VA, GA to MD, CA to KY FL to IL, TX to MI As we near the checkered flake, ladies and gentlemen Team Wu-Tang's holdin down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions And it looks like it's goin to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang As they take home another pot of gold with this $3,000,000 purse Rebel INS, U-God, Street Life Get the loot, get the loot Cash money y'all, cash money y'all, cash money y'all