GZA/Genius
Beneath The Surface
Crash Your Crew
[GZA/Genius (The RZA)]
(Hey yo, turn my shit up son too)
You know exactly what you're talkin about (What up, yo)
You know?
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm gonna crash your crew (8x)
[GZA/Genius]
Let's drink wine from the purest grapevine and rhyme
Out my muthafuckin mind
Metal shine, light blind
Cut the mic line, catch juice from the lamppole
Fifteen twenty-inch woofers blow the manhole
Made the street crack, master feedback
Allah Math spin the beat back
The crowd look while the stage shook
Carpenters made errors
Craftsmen had his head severed
Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tons of snow
Broke this rhymin video
Verbal assassin, blastin
Exploit your breakthrough explosively
Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously
Game controlled, optimize the input channel
I set it relatively high for those on a panel
CD with the durable, long life cover
Very similar to no other
I seen a million try to set a flow, thousands that show
Observe with the patience of watchin a flower grow
But once individuals they forgot the fresh show
Now his pursuit is not without risk
A special note, thanks for being flank
While journalists stay runnin in front of tanks
Flew out first class, came back closed cask
Rough task, surfaces with no mask
Military campaign bust shots, cause inflamation of the brain
Beat Crazy Eddie insane
Feel the pain, niggaz reign
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm gonna crash your crew (19x)
You never use those troops
You can't have platinum and thought to inject me
Bitch I inject you with the shit that make you say
"Yo dirt dog, you, you..."
I'm gonna crash your crew
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