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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
Cappadonna
Cappadonna
Performer
GZA
GZA
Performer
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Performer
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Performer
Masta Killa
Masta Killa
Performer
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Raekwon
Raekwon
Performer
RZA
RZA
Keyboards
U-God
U-God
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Smith
C. Smith
Songwriter
D. Hill
D. Hill
Songwriter
L. Hawkins
L. Hawkins
Lyrics
Peter Lind Hayes
Peter Lind Hayes
Lyrics
R. Diggs
R. Diggs
Lyrics
Robert Allen
Robert Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Diggs
R. Diggs
Executive Producer
RZA
RZA
Producer
Mitchell Diggs
Mitchell Diggs
Executive Producer
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Joseph Colmenero
Joseph Colmenero
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Mathematics
Mathematics
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James Rabb
James Rabb
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Windshield, rappers are like gnats, they're gettin' splattered 'pon the windshield Fallin' down like London Bridge, my blade split your onion head Axe that like Paul Bunyan, Meth prefers the gun instead Bong bong, put a hole inside your head We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw How come the streets don't want me to live? Plus my niggas keep tellin' me fibs But the devil done poisoned my wiz I'm doin' this for my family and kids I'm tryna be wealthy, take my time right and stay healthy Said it before but I don't think nobody felt me Yo tried to understand this hand that this life dealt me I'm on the verge of a whole new makeover My fake friends, they can take it like a takeover I'm ready to eat, I'm ready to grip it Got enemies everywhere, I got chicks that's wicked Sick shit, niggas doin' wicked ass wig shit Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit Niggas be wantin' my leftovers I'm like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers I burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television Got that trey pound on you, run down on you Hard boiled nigga, Clan top soil My fam straight royal, I'ma die loyal When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag 'em I'm pure gun oil, let 'em see that hand cannon Foundation strong, never ride a bandwagon Andrew Jacksons, hand-to-hand transaction Cops jumped out, caught him with his pants saggin' Criminal individuals up in here Wild like the theme park ride called The Buccaneer Weed in the Tupperware, throw you off the upper tiers Suweeee, I got all my niggas up in here We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw Imagine the sound of your face scrapin' up against the gate Of a barbed wire fence, this is barbed iron fist Heartthrob, iron dick, hoes slob the nob quick This is odd, so throw it in your iPod quick [?] activity, constant movement Buyin' elasticity, such improvement [?] collapses inward Spillin' rhymes if it's [?] in vineyards RZA had a mixture, then he added sound to the picture Co-author rewrote the scripture Math worked from birth, doubled the net worth Amplified in the time machine of early Earth A two-way radio, simple yet complex Receivers, transmitters, interest to contacts The emergence of the earliest atoms Transform to a level extremely hard to fathom Same soup, different bowl, Wu ceramics Same group on them large-scale dynamics A wave triggered the burst, glass was shattered Galactic matter served on a graphic platter We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw Overachiever, power hungry overeater I95, whip fly like an overseer I'm overconfident but some might say I'm overeager Or overzealous, especially when it's over cheeba I got a soldier's features, I rock the coldest sneakers My sneakers' so cold, can't wear 'em 'less you hold the heater Can't push me over either, that go for dojas I ain't got no love for posers neither, keep my composure I'm focused, tryna roll the reefer, let's turn it up Forget the cope, I'm tryna blow the speaker, that's all he wrote One verse could turn your soul to ether It's time you gave me my respects like the [?] We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Gary Grice, Robert Diggs, Lamont Hawkins, Ronald Bean, Darryl R Hill, Peter Hayes Lind, Robert Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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