(Make me yours)   He get out of line, break his fucking arm   You know how it go, word up   Ain't playing no games with these niggaz man   None at all, man, no more, none of that      Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?   Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lock men   Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks   This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beat box      Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain   You knowing where it came from, stop it   You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again   Watch Lex get that dough out your pocket      Rhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move when I rhyme   When I drop lines it's law out in Egypt   Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what?   The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us      Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats   Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties   Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game   'Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu      What am I supposed to say? Yeah   Somebody tell me what do I do   What am I supposed to say? Yeah      We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block   We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop   Raining with the patchwork of puzzles   That was written in the year of the dragon   More raw than you could ever imagine      How much of a great blessing to a rap city   Where the youth is organically fed   From the witty, unpredictable talent, natural game is lyrical   Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual      A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied   Ragu nigga whose tomatoes are sun dried   He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling   But my rhyme'll give you hot flash and mood swings      Math shed light on divine secrets then science leaked it   For the lower level creatures that can't peep it   I observe MCs, regardless from a neighboring world   Which is ten times the sharpness      What am I supposed to say? Yeah   Somebody tell me what do I do      Let the track wind and your mind flow free   Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability   Infinity, back to the source of which it came   Energy, see it changed forms      Atoms being born, never ending   On and on and on and travel with me   Not trying to convince the pack that it's a fact   For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back   We have agreed      You'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze   The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts   Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks   Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down      Underneath your white T lies the four pound   This is forty-five minutes of menacing   Dismantling any MC opponent stepping in the zone   Get your face blown      What am I supposed to say? Yeah   Somebody tell me what do I do      Observe the word, when I speak, it's the truth that's heard   True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth   Spreading the blessing across seven continents   Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense      Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid   Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott   Witty, unpredictable, gritty individual   Valid if it's actual, talent and it's natural      Game, rugged like the train, pump it in your vein   I and I, ride or die, under the name   W-U, the primary, your secondary   Definitely not necessary, the legendary      You printed the blueprints to do this shit   Moving the youth in the bricks   Spitting poison tipped darts that rip hearts   Through the chest when I manifest my sick art      Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine   Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit time   If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime   So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is asanine      Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu   Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm killa proof   In living proof, I'm the wittiest, unpredictable   Most talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to      I'm a hustler, I grind 'til my pack is done   Get a seed mad knowledge so they crack and run   Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice   Smack niggas in they head every time I write      Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping   Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping   Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island   We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent