The W lyrics

[Verse 1: GZA]
I grew up around block parties ready to rock
Behind the rope n*gga with my rhymes on c*ck
The verse shot first n*gga who had sh*t to pop
A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks
With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck
And each link in your chain is trucked
No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers
Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper
I live around DJs, b-boys, MCs
Through rap never thinkin', airways are TVs
It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout
Rec Room, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt
Now his wigs pushed back
Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact
(Yo)

[Chorus: U-God]
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[Verse 2: Method Man]
MCs have the right to remain silent
Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'f*ckers
And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
Me need ya? That'll be the day, ya busta
It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya
Like red heat with hammers and sickles
I milk like your baby mama's nipples, got issues
It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us
Then Lord strike me down where I stand at now
With this bottle of Remy, gettin' f*cked up child, listen
The most notable MC, your source
For hip-hop quotable MC of course
It's Tical!

[Chorus: U-God]
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[Verse 3: U-God]
The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope
Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke
The man not for joke, we all out for broke
Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote
You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton
I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one
I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome
Rumble when we come, boy you better run, run
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[Verse 4: Raekwon]
Ayo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips
Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, b*tch
Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs
Sick winter gear, been on position is where
Call him an Asiatic Godbody, "Longevity"
Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped
Swing through the hood calmly
Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George
Dust your sh*t off, whips spin off
Get off, slips, which, wiz
Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines
Pick wines, lift up, bill a n*gga six flies
Dip wide, dress my sh*t up, f*ck six times, wish mine
Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines
[Chorus: U-God]
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