It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass culprits 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 darts, snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your dress Style, molest that Canal chain, nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that Yo, Saddam Hussain niggas Light the torch, we flamin niggas Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas (It's Yours!) The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!) Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday 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 bloom Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lye 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 Your's Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed 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 And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog 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 crystallize ya rhyme til you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye 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 C-4 (It's Yours!) The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!) Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight 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, Divine 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" and "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 (It's Yours!) The world in the palm of your hand (It's Yours!) Twenty-three million of useful land (It's Yours!) The seed and the black woman (It's Yours!) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It's Yours!)