I keep your heart is
PZA-pumping the beat is
GZA-jumping
The crowd get wild off my style they want something
The herds start stomping the promoters that be fronting
They sue for
Cash Rule but the courts they give 'em nothing
Your soundman came with the feedback like"we need that"
Security's shining flashlights like"where the w**d at"
Stay in your place see you guys smoke blowing in your face
And it's hard to stop it once we came to drop it
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping
MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison if you put the darts side by side
One will weigh out the other
Like friend next to brother
Try to take cover as the battle comes to a closion
That structure that supported your rap started implosion
Your whole chest and your world caved in
Did ya say that
Record execs wanna push the album way back
And hold out on my advance/
And hold back my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that
Raindrops keep falling on your head
So heavy that it's tearing what you're wearing
Ain't caring so you're hearing what
I said I'm making sure it stick
Like a stamp you don't lick
Or a snare with no kick
So you know it be authentic like the hand-made works of a carpenter
The 64 squares make 'em use a sharpener
Kept a fine point with the lead then it's thread
On the paper then like cancer it would rapidly spread
This music is addictive but can't live without it
At times you shout it"The Wu they be about it"
A strong following with the die-hard supportedly
The loyalty came from the songs that went accordingly
I couldn't be more wrong if
I changed the format
Positive Elevation
Always Correct
Errors That's the fire till my
Clansmen starts to spread terror
Spin your wig back like we
DJ'ing he ain't playing
My songs set a trap catch 'em laying
Now we stuck but he's overwhelmed by what he came across
Not to play it is a terrible loss at whose cost
People wait like never before for the ball to drop
At the gate lined up for a tape to cop
I still run into students banging my first joint
Wrote a essay off the second
LP to prove a point
That a rhyme is a terrible thing to waste
Gimmicks and radio the
God don't chase
But I replace your wackness it shows in your flows
Immaturenesses all of your h*es case closed
Most of your strength is in the pocket of you clothes
That you endorse in every rhyme like it's
