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[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the backStadium packed, linebacker nigga flashbackSee through yellow linesRock a fly jersey in the summertime GodMagic marker rap, bleed BenattonRelaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass copeand snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights offWaves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motionThick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the oceanWhat's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fishYou fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yoSelect the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dressStyle molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest atFlex'll make me wanna bless that, yoSaddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggazAutograph that, flatten all the main niggazChorus:[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 SaadiqBaby love the ganja leaf, everday of the weekSuper friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beatsThe night is right, I might find me a suiteIt's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoonWell groomed, dance hall packed, full roomLady move, peep my glide, peep my zoomKeep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boomFeel the fumes, consume toxic tunesHell bound, species forty ounce typhoonThe ultra-violet scream machine move your body touchThe totem pole wobble Ark builders God rushBeams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin seasonHoney eye-ballin down for no reasonGrab her close, play post, wind and wax floorsNever mind the laws, cause tonight[All] It's Yourz[Verse Three: RZA]Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-ampThem can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blamat full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzleCrack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as modelsYou fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my bluntYou couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bagwith scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZAI stand close to walls, like number four the lizardEnchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman CandlesRap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDanielYou cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalogPut your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog[Verse Four: Inspectah Deck]It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at youThe impact'll blow trees back and crack statuesMillion dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shitexplicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff itWe live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked INo surprise, verbal stick up -- put em highRebel I, outlaw, split second on the drawBlow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4Chorus[Verse Five: Ghostface]Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safeSeems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weightWe hold a belt Son, that's my wordSpot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check itI think like the man behind a registerEvergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurerWith third down, six to go flash his strobe lightsI'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love himWith root beer thoughts, here's a tennis courtfor your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with SadeAvenging eagle crooks rock the "W" and "Spiegel" booksAnnheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooksSpitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoesPainful like hearin the news, like when your man goEnds blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girlLove to sit out this song, now watch your water breakChorus: latter 1/2more