tar pit

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get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

blood money mercenaries

think you can muscle wu?

it's a foot race

who can out-hustle who?

hip hop junkie flunky

monkey see

monkey do

great minds connect like mobster rings

sit back

let me do my

sinatra thing

i'm in the hip hop hall of fame

on the wall is the plaques

old ball and chain

i named her madam x

she love big cannons

sex unprotected

you better respect it

kid

we 'bout to set trip

you get ya neck ripped

eyeballs are scoping

i don't sell crack

i sell dopium

catch him at the podium

nah

he moving too fast

professor x

behind the bulletproof glass

you need a wu pass

a bag of that high

easy with the flicks

baby

i'm camera shy

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get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

we might have to 8 diagram one of y'all mc's

we grind everyday and we hustle for cheese

got our face on the front of cd's

we off the hook

w.t.c. y'all soft and shook

y'all not built like the cuban linx clan that get cream

and back heads down every time we sing

give us a hundred grand for a show

let us rock

for more money

more chicks

more private stock

they call me streetlife

slap the taste

out ya mug

know ya place

you ain't thug

fix ya face

throw a slug

catch a case

meanwhile

beat trial

back on that cash cow

getting cream

however

a street brother know how

point blank

i'm pulling rank

calling shot

i got bank

pass the rock

my hand's hot

hit 'em with the showshotter

peace to my ala mater

wu-tang block scholars

never settle for less

promoters pay us top dollar

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get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

get that money

god

keep your sword sharp

the clan'll talk

calabama niggaz all'll quit

talking that short dick shit

we was s'posed to be cool

only the clue's on the other end of the stick

somebody let the monkeys out the cage

over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo

chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat

somebody let the monkeys out the cage

barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock

armpit like two buckwheat's in a headlock

macy gray's hair between your leg lock

somebody let the monkeys out the cage

ya mother's so cross-eyed

when she cry tears roll down her back

somebody let the monkeys out the cage

somebody let the monkeys out the cage

this shit is strong

god damn

what you got in there?

over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo

chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat

somebody let the monkeys out the cage

ya mother's so cross-eyed

when she cry tears roll down her back

calabama niggaz all'll quit

talking that short dick shit

speak up

no loud speaker but i'm speaking loud

venacular ass kicking

truth got there in crowd

shit

they call me the lethal lip

the linguistic

full metal jacket of venacular ballistic

shooting out at the mouth without chap or blistec

here's a mothafucka

i didn't flunk diaper rash

i'm verbally toxic

metal-piercing

forked

hollow point tongue

dum dum

pow

shot from gattling gums

hooked on phonics

packing a vicious vocabulary

malicious

with malice and mayhem

fuck a dictionary

give me the mic and i'll slay

them and literally poetic symptoms

pissing me the fuck off

missing me with that shit

i stick a venacular foot so far up in ya ass

you won't be able to pass verbal gas

so far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far above ya head

and you drown of a poetic ass kicking

leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs

from a verbal hangnail

that hung on my big toe

as i flow upward

kicking yo on ya eardrum

you wanna hear some?

tap dance on ya tonsils

leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath

cavity in ya best rhyme

and i'm the access on the rest

call me the proverbial verbal menacing dentist

with the drill

i got lyrical skills

i could perform oral root canals

it's unwise to fuck with me

kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat

leaving you to choke

on where it hurts

unspoken vocals

tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight

with toe jamming and ya mothafucking hemmoroids

fuck the dumb shit.