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Wanna Kringle like Kris?\nMelodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish\nYou fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo\nSelect the wrong apartment and niggaz pulled up your dress\nStyle molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at\nFlex'll make me wanna bless that, yo\nSaddam Hussein niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz\nAutograph that, flatten all the main niggaz\n\n(All) It's Yourz!\n(RZA) The world in the palm of your hand\n(All) It's Yourz!\n(RZA) Twenty-three million of useful land\n(All) It's Yourz!\n(RZA) The seed and the black wo-man\n(All) It's Yourz!\n(RZA) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan\n(All) It's Yourz! Two: U-God\n\nYo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq\nBaby love the ganja leaf everday of the week\nSuper friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats\nThe night is right, I might find me a suite\nIt's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon\nWell groomed, dance hall packed, full room\nLady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom\nKeep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom\nFeel the fumes, consume toxic tunes\nHell bound, species forty ounce typhoon\nThe ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch\nThe totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush\nBeams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's hunting season\nHoney eye-ballin down for no reason\nGrab her close, play post, wind and wax floors\nNever mind the laws, cause tonight\n(All) It's Yourz\n\nThree: RZA\n\nStop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp\nThem can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam\nAt full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle\nCrack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models\nYou fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt\nYou couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag\nWith scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA\nI stand close to walls, like Number Four the Lizard\nEnchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles\nRap vandals, stomp your ass like Yahoo McDaniels\nYou cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog\nPut your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog\n\nFour: Inspectah Deck\n\nIt's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you\nThe impact'll blow trees back and crack statues\nMillion dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit\nExplicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it\nWe live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I\nNo surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high\nRebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw\nBlow the door off this shit, like bricks of C4\n\nFive: Ghostface Killah\n\nCheck out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe\nSeems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight\nWe hold a belt Son, that's my word\nSpot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it\nI think like the man behind a register\nEvergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer\nWith third down, six to go flash his strobe lights\nI'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him\nWith root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court\nFor your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade\nAvenging eagle crooks rock the \"W\" in Spiegel books\nAnheuser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks\nSpitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes\nPainful like hearing the news, like when your man go\nEnds blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl\nLove to sit out this song, now watch your water break\n\nLatter 1/2","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] One: Raekwon the Chef\n[00:03.26] Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back\n[00:05.61] Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback\n[00:08.28] See through yellow lines\n[00:09.37] Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God\n[00:11.59] Magic marker rap, bleed benadine\n[00:13.31] Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope\n[00:16.00] And snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off\n[00:18.62] Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion\n[00:21.29] Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean\n[00:23.66] What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?\n[00:25.52] Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish\n[00:28.03] You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo\n[00:31.05] Select the wrong apartment and niggaz pulled up your dress\n[00:34.10] Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at\n[00:37.21] Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo\n[00:39.04] Saddam Hussein niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz\n[00:42.00] Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz\n[00:44.34] (All) It's Yourz!\n[00:45.22] (RZA) The world in the palm of your hand\n[00:46.97] (All) It's Yourz!\n[00:48.01] (RZA) Twenty-three million of useful land\n[00:49.53] (All) It's Yourz!\n[00:50.42] (RZA) The seed and the black wo-man\n[00:52.03] (All) It's Yourz!\n[00:52.91] (RZA) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan\n[00:54.54] (All) It's Yourz! 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