style that I got will tax well Yo that just bomb, but I don't spend my time Focusin on mistakes, I feed breaks This is the way that we make, and sound
I don't care, no te ars for fears, give the kid another beer let him lose another year How can you do that, he knew that brew that, pursue that Walk down
keep me phat like that I exercise with fitness, to support my back It's going on black, and I'm out to get mines Bust in the place with a New York rhyme
in need And that's the truth if that fruit is wealthy Who cares if music's moving if the products unhealthy I'm looking at the crowd for that one who
, I drop it in ways that you never dreamed possible So lyrically, I personally figure That my Harvard style, is too deep for you nursery niggaz When I clutch the mic
better focus, cos it ain't no one can quote this paragraph that I gets ill with I got the lyrics that them fools can't deal with Cos I am, so so deffer
hands in the air, like you just don't care Wu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" [Inspectah Deck] Mic Capone, it's
Ms Minnie's Child of Gold Sho nuff Fly gon buck On every mic I clutch No matter when or where See Fly don't care too much I just don't give a fuck Expect
on top of water, I walk on thin air I ride around with a MAC10 squared Thats a pair of semi-automatic shootin everywhere I dont care if authority come
You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable One nation under God, indivisible With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches Thugs