execution in autumn
wu-tang clan
you stepped in the pit of the flame
you're lost on beat street
i'mma throw spit on your name
hit it raw when they mention the name
with like two seconds left in the game
can't get with them dames
so how you gon' get him to change
but i'm smooth like the groove to the listener brain
and you only understand it
if you been through my pain
icey whites fitteds and frames
bet my seeds gon' get it the same
running up on the dice game
plastic bags laying in the floor way
where my dope and marijuanas got bought in
this the only way the yae grows
more sevens riding around with legends
we be up in new york reppin'
strive police 2.5 mil a year on cap
put the crease on your back
be the captain and lieutenant
to make the beats that's ascended to
the whole sphere of music
like foreman in the congo
night vision in the stronghold
smell snakes with a strong nose
every time the horn blows
the wu's signal's back on
pack form a whole another platform
honey didn't know my dick this big
you get kicked in the ribs