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Beneath The SurfaceIntroAmplified SampleBeneath The SurfaceCrash Your CrewBreaker BreakerHigh Price Small RewardHip Hop Fury1112VictimPublicityFeel Like An EnemyStringplayMic TrippinOutroLiquid SwordzLiquid SwordzDuel of The Iron MicLivin in The World TodayGoldCold WorldLabels4th ChamberShadowboxinKillah Hills 10304Investigative ReportsSwordsmanI Gotcha BackBibleSinglesWhen The Fat Lady Sings|
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| Artist: GZA f/ Dreddy Kruger, Hell Razah, RZA, Timbo King Album: Beneath the Surface Song: Hip Hop Fury [Chorus: RZA] You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rocks Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin ya whole snot box Brilliant light enta ya bitch up in a ziploc Yo spazzola to this purest form of hip hop [Hell Razah] Here's somethin to advetise, promote and keep the fans satisfied More data for the disc-drive, ghetto city wide Leave em paralyzed, for stolen every word I provide With no clearance, I nurture this track like I'm its parents Got requestments from retail stores for my appearance First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist with A hundred sharp contras hit, whoever startin shit Got as many rap soldiers from how much this record ship Fuck them niggas you record wit, I make em forfeit Send a bomb rap through FedEX, inside ya office Signed to build and deliver, came to build with the GZA You heard the chorus from the RZA, no real album spitter Me and my street team be holdin cogress meetins Audio-visual video treatments, internationally speakin Got managers scared to shock you, ready to drop you It's the comin of that newest hip hop, christ apostles Try your BDS, and your sound scans for more fans Ya whole roster couldn't take on, not one Sun Of Man Get ya street team, get ya stickers out, put ya posters up Boost ya budget up, still Razah gon' fuck it up [Chorus] [GZA] Industrialized niggas change soon as you get in Throw em on a auction blok, CEO's biddin Highest price paid for the whack rhymes made, was overrated Cut off, never reinstated I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous tales Feed ya hungry MC's, who be starvin as hell I lay the first verse to quench a dry-ass niggas thirst Who drink my wisdom up like water, til his stomach burst Full tank, with the premium quality raps Mickey Mouse niggas get caught in a trap You cottonelle, kid from Tottenville, ya kleenex Lookin like Rockwell, wearin V-necks Ya learn from this, earn from this Niggas get tossed and turned in this, burnt in this Scorched at a thousand degrees from live MC's I melt y'all niggas down to the size of flees [Timbo King] The microphone is, collect the bonus, aiyyo we own this House niggas verse the homeless, 10 to 1 Tim's the 1, Royal famous, the verbal painters Dark gallery, million dollar pictures Imports from port of riches, move darts We cruise across the Brooklyn Bridge, doin 60 Illegal drivin, from dusk to red dawn The GZA/Genius, Wu-Tang we live long [Dreddy Kruger] True indeed, I hug tracks like my seed Fasada, whack MC's, do me nada King Soloman the great, came to evaporate the fake Yeah you, ya know ya power-U You recognize the voice, it's the nigga from the Wu Every dart I spit get mastered and promoted You just been demoted cuz ya sweet and sugar coated Ya folded, ya style is half stale, half molded [Chorus] |
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