The Stomp

I'll be next shit Party, party along with me Sing the song, sing the song with me Lelele lady, tell me why, tell me so I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the shit Taste it again, I like it I'm the original G O D Making young ladies scream's my specialty When I go dun dun dun duh, girls get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow Not sayin' ason, duck duck disco Or disco duck, strictly hip hop Baby, baby, I can't stop Wu, gots ta like come on through Soo, that's the call for the Wu I came here to rectify Brooklyn Zoo, terrify Why niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap Man fuck that, shit that I make it's the skit I wanna see ya hands in the air can ya dig it, let's sing the song Come on party people all in together now sing along Have you ever, ever, ever In your long legged life Had a bald headed bitch For your bald headed wife Gimme dat Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town And also representer of the Wu Tang sound If you wanna get up and get fucked up Last nigga got up and got shot up But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya Fuck with the Wu Tanger, I'll bang ya You'll get shanked and spanked and alley ooped I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop Chamber number 9, verse 32 Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo That a true nigga shall come through No one is available to be compatible Yo, this is chamber number 9, verse 32 Is what we call The Stomp Stomp The stomp is down Stomp Get down for your crown Stomp Keep up Stomp Down for you crown Stomp, go, go Stomp Brothas always playin' with the microphone When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone You couldn't touch, this style is too much It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch About any nigga or niggerette Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette Straight up and down, I get dirty to the ground Rhymin' gets me paid madd bread by the pound Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all Go by the name Big A, from the shelter