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Fast Shadow
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Wu-Tang Clan
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U-God
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Masta Killa
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RZA
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Jose Reynoso
Jose Reynoso
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Nolan Moffitte
Nolan Moffitte
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I'm sayin', you could, you could Just come over top of that shit Did I hear it? Nigga an' bang your head, punk Suck a dick, suck a dick Suck a dick an' suck a dick Suck a dick, suck a dick Suck my dick It all starts wit the pad an' pen, shall we begin To burn bush in this rap session, once again On the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'ma get you none, accept challenge Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it Placed it, right up in their face 'til they faced it Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone Danger zone, that's my life an' my song Keep it movin', hop along, little doggies Fuck you, drive The Mack Cadillac Dark shade, the window all sunny an' black Pitch antenna, back of the car Inside is a TV, even a bar Bulletproof down, safe an' sound Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice an' warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise, enter Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang cliff'll make yo' atom split The power of my brain, you can't fathom it Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain Don't ever say thy God name in vain My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe Can record your words an' your lies an' approach you An' have my Dogs come an' Ghost you When it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you Music makes me lose control This is not just rock 'n' roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control Outta control now here we go Yo, who got that nigga gassed like he can't get ski masked? Abducted from his doorstep Duffle bag his head for the price of nothin' He's a glutton, what I'm manifestin' each day is a lesson Y'all fagots came to the School of the 36 Chambers Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars We trend setters in Wu leathers Trend setters in Wu leathers, whatever Music makes me lose control This is not just rock 'n' roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Music makes me lose control Music makes me lose control Music makes me lose control This is not just rock 'n' roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control Outta control, now here we go
Writer(s): Jason S. Hunter, Gary E. Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Russell T. Jones, Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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