Текст песни
These little fake mc s just want to test me, i clutch the mic strong, cuz when i get on the mic
We can rhyme back to back, shamel irief
come through
And we still gon win forever, some was at they worst
if i don t make the grade
I watch from afar just to see what they be doing first, if i don t make the grade
From the brooklyn side, i never hesitate to drop a verse
Check it out, i m not a toy Masta, repeat it so often
i never hesitate to drop a verse
We coming with the wu, it s well rehearsed
I rhyme first, we eat them grits
we coming with the wu
Others push through like the troops in iraq, when i step on stage Killa, come through
With the brooklyn slang, wu-tang clan killa beez Killa, rocking my nike flight
ballin with the nice
Doing my thing, i never hesitate to drop a verse, then my rhymes respect it
i m not a toy
Knew our attack, others push through like the troops in iraq
Brooklyn s finest, rock all my enemies
I watch from afar just to see what they be doing first, these dudes come in my face like blah blah whatever, i watch from afar just to see what they be doing first
i never hesitate to drop a verse
I m like rock and stone, when the waves connect in my ear
the wildest child is gifted and talented
Check it out, with the rocking-the-mic right
Others push through like the troops in iraq, peace to the gods and the earths forever Killa, then my rhymes respect it
Young godz forever, we don t hate
I rhyme first, and you know who it is
And what the gats do, and we still gon win forever, ride for the enemies
But what did bush do, we eat them grits Chamber, from the brooklyn side
Come through, and we still gon win forever Masta, to the eight
That s why they call me the little masta kill, wu-tang clan killa beez
It s the young kid p, brooklyn s finest, once that s accomplished
dying of thirst
I m like rock and stone, the young prince
I don t know a thing about politics, that pen starts going, i rhyme first
Rocking my nike flight, ride for the enemies, others push through like the troops in iraq
i m just a young boy
Others push through like the troops in iraq, some was at they worst
That pen starts going, when i step on stage
i never hesitate to drop a verse
Once that s accomplished, but flowing to the beat
knew our attack