Lyrics
Yo, this ain’t a Wu-Tang type slang, know what I’m sayin?
I wanna just represent the whole Clan
You know what I’m sayin?
The GZA, Prince Rakeem, you know what I’m sayin?, Ghostface Killah
Shallah Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Baby-U, Method Man, 12 O’Clock
Dirty O', 62nd Assassinater, know what I’m sayin?, style is coming
Boom
This recorded and it’s dirty and it’s stinkin', funkier than regular
Abuse, so I was thinkin'- about, droppin’this single on the charts
Lettin ya know, hey! — the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
Dope, but in my last jam, didn’t slep on my notes
You thought that I was weak, huh?, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so listen mister
Don’t you ever forget the rhyme is dirty, you couldn’t even clean it
With Comet, for even more axe, some try Ajax
Only mix with the best, 48-tract-ya
I get down with the 8 sole sounds
Lyrics that be flowin’from miless around, so let the music
Shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut, now I make ya fall to ya rutt
Cabush!!!, can I get up? — Oof! — Crazy Stouf!
Mad chamerz comin’at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, strap into ya staminer
A hardcore freakin’avenor, tearin’up the vibe for set
Wit the mystery of Chess, -Boxin'at your mutherfuckin’text
Then ya slip, when I flip, only on that combatic shit
Rhymes comin straight from the fuckin’pits, so toggle up
Don’t puddle up, better yet just duck, I’m callin all earth-forms
Huh!, I don’t play games, I make pain, or migraines
Stick it to ya ass like pain’s, who in the hell did, ever drop shit
Ramminc1