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    "It's Yourz" Lyrics

    Wu-Tang Clan

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    Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

    Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
    Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback
    See through yellow lines
    Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
    Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton
    Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope
    and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
    Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
    Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
    What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
    Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish
    You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo
    Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress
    Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at
    Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo
    Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz
    Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz


    [All] It's Yourz!
    [RZA] The world in the palm of your hand
    [All] It's Yourz!
    [RZA] Twenty-three million of useful land
    [All] It's Yourz!
    [RZA] The seed and the black wo-man
    [All] It's Yourz!
    [RZA] Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
    [All] It's Yourz! (2X)

    Verse Two: U-God

    Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq
    Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week
    Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
    The night is right, I might find me a suite
    It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
    Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
    Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
    Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom
    Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
    Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
    The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
    The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
    Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season
    Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
    Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
    Never mind the laws, cause tonight
    [All] It's Yourz

    Verse Three: RZA

    Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp
    Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam
    at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
    Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
    You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt
    You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
    with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA
    I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard
    Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
    Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Yahoo McDaniels
    You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
    Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog

    Verse Four: Inspectah Deck

    It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
    The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
    Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
    explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
    We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I
    No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high
    Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
    Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C4


    Verse Five: Ghostface Killah

    Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe
    Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight
    We hold a belt Son, that's my word
    Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it
    I think like the man behind a register
    Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer
    With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
    I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
    With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
    for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
    Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" in Spiegel books
    Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
    Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
    Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go
    Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
    Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break

    Chorus: latter 1/2
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Jason Hunter, Juergen S. Koduletsch, Lamont Hawkins, Mats Bjoerklyn, Robert F. Diggs, Thoris Baldursson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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