Versuri 08. Box in Hand

Wu Tang will survive, no no, you no now 
Wu Tang will survive 'cause everytime they flip a party 
You know the party screams and shouts 
'Cause you, damn aw, TC that was the bomb 
Get all my peoples, get all my peoples headphones 
All of 'em and lay 'em a death warrant 
Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what 
Let 'em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo 
 
Blend wine, who want to win mine 
Shorty get a ten-round for floatin' with the richest, huh 
Flexed out, Flinstone style 
Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the 
 
Mosyin', posin' for them niggaz up in Poland 
Rollin' wax style museum, G 'em 
Them richest niggaz bless this like Russian cut V.V.S's 
Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this 
 
Them niggaz over there know, Gazelle goggles 
And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles 
Scenario rap, rap imperial material 
Murderin' cats is like that real 
 
Yo come do me somethin' word to Michelob peep the Land Rov' 
Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove 
It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, Granola Rap 
Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in Photomat 
 
Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown 
Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town 
We love horse races shakin' Jakes and high-speed chases 
Porno stations, drinkin' violations, God relations 
 
90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks 
Bangin' earaches, lay my verse down in two takes 
The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen 
Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin', woofer hissin' 
 
Yo, he's strong armin', manipulatin' niggaz, scrapin' niggaz 
Takin' play from niggaz, hate fakin' niggaz, yo you hear me? 
The whole shit's like wrestling 
What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin' 
 
This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned 
Pull your plug, now you can't function 
There's no total or sum to this equation, you frozen 
Many may come but few are chosen 
 
Pretty niggaz want to play the war po-sin 
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen 
Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man 
Holding court from my Wu, indivisible clan 
 
I see your thoughts and your hand reachin' 
It's getting deep in this mud, cats heat seekin', for one blood 
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin' at these stank bitches 
Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches 
 
From the lamp I grant three wishes 
Johnny be parlayin', I Blaze britches, then I roll 
One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body 
One hundred percent soul, individual 
 
Assholes tend to run 
From this PLO extortion to the one 
The next chamber, you fuckin' with the Star Spangler 
To the dawn's early light with this head-banger 
 
Boogie, represent this shit fully 
Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully 
Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly 
Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Free Willy 
 
We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine 
Niggaz wastin' time worryin' about me and mine 
Get your own shit