GZA/Genius
Beneath The Surface
Hip Hop Fury
[The RZA]
Chorus:
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck with the Wu, we bustin your whole snot box
Mail your right ear to your bitch up in a zip lock
We spazzola to this purest form of hip hop
[Hell Razah]
Here's something to advertise, promoter keep the fan satisfied
More data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide
Without no clearence, I nurture this track like I'm its parents
Got requestments from retail stores for my appearence
First we target it, then they market it to kill your artist with
My hundred shark contras hit, whoever's startin shit
Got as many rap soldiers for how much this record ships
Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make em forfit
Send a bomb rap to Fed Ex inside your office
Signed, revealed and delivered
Came to build with The GZA
You heard the chorus from The RZA
You ain't no real album spitta
Me and my street team be holding congress meetings
Audio visual video treatments internationally speakin
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you
It's the coming of that newest hip hop, christ apostile
Try your beady ass and soundscans from war fans
Your whole roster couldn't take on the one Sun of Man
Get your street team, get your stickers out, put your posters up
Boost your budget up, still Razah gonna fuck it up
[The RZA]
Chorus
[GZA/Genius]
Industrialized niggaz change soon as you get in
Throw em on a auction block, CEOs bidding
Highest price paid for those wack rhymes made
Was overrated, cut off never reinstated
I be fruitful and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed your hungry MCs who be starvin as hell
I laid the first verse to quench a dry ass nigga's thirst
Who drink my wisdom up like water til his stomach burst
Full tank with the premium quality raps
Mickey Mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
You cottonelle kids from Tottendale, you're cleanex
Looking like Rockwell wearin v-necks
You learn from this, earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned in this and burnt in this
Scorched at a thousand degrees from live MCs
I melt y'all niggaz down to the size of fleas
[Timbo King]
The microphoners collect the bonus, hey yo we own this
House niggaz versus the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one
Royal Famous, the verbal painters
Dart gallery, million dollar pictures
Imports from poor to riches, hmm thoughts
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 persona
Wack MCs do me notta
King solomon the great came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you know your power-u
You recognize the voice, it's the nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
You just been demoted cause you're sweet and sugar coated
You folded, your style is half stale half molded
Mold it
[The RZA]
Chorus
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