First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, who ever's starting shit
Got as many rap soldiers, for how much this record ships
Fuck them niggaz you record with,I make them for fit
Send a bomb rap fed ex into ya office

Son we buil and deliver came to build with the Gza
Check the chorus from the Rza, the real album spitta
Me and my street team be holding congress meetings
Audio visual video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you

It's the coming of the newest Hip Hop Christ
Pop you, try the BDS and sound skins from war fans
Ya whole roster cant take on, one Sun of Man
Get ya street team,get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
Boost ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up!

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Industrialize niggaz change soon as ya get in
Throw em on a auction block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for those Wack rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never reinstated
I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed the hungry MC's and be starving as hell
I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
Who drank my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst

Full tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like rock well wearing V-necks
Ya learn from this earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this and burned for this
Extort from a thousands degrees of live MCs
I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas

The microphones, collect the bonus, aiyo we on this
House niggaz verse the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one
Royal famous,the verbal painless
The dark gallery, million dollar pictures
Import from poor to riches, leanin' on doors
We move across the Brooklyn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn
The Gza, Wu-tang we live long

True indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
Persona, wack MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great,came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you know your power-U
Ya recognize the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half stale and molded
So mold it

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop