you-could-you could just come over top of that shit. did i hear it?
it all starts wit the pad and pen
to burn bush in this rap session
on the run be the black stallion
now you fuckin wit ticallion
right up in their face till they faced it
hard to the dome like a chrome microphone
i'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone to the bone
that's my life and my song
hop along little doggies!
dark shade the window all sunny and black
pitch antenna back of the car
chauffeur in the front just to drive the lexus all around
come to the dirt dog as the tummy rise
yo yo my wu-tang cliff'll make your atom split
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
and your lies and approach you
and have my dogs come and ghost you
when it comes to the bread son
music makes me lose control
this is not just rock and roll
hip hop digs right to the soul
music makes me lose control
guaranteed to flip the show
rza beats is outta control
yo who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked
abducted from his doorstep
dufflebag his head for the price of nothin
what i'm manifestin each day is a lesson
came to the school of the 36 chambers
copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars
we trendsetters in wu leathers
trendsetters in wu leathers
music makes me lose control
this is not just rock and roll
hip hop digs right to the soul
music makes me lose control
music makes me lose control
guaranteed to rip the show
rza beats is outta control