That be getting misinformed,
thinking everything is everything
You could just get yourself a little deal,
And all these labels be trying to lure
So sometimes people gotta
And let people understand
If you don't read the Label
Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy
We'll all emerge off your set,
I show living large niggas
And rough up the motherfuckin'
You cold chillin' motherfuckers,
I'm ruthless my clan don't
an old sleeping bag profile
The soft comedian rap shit
On the reel to reel it wasn't
thinking that they lyrical surgeons
They know they microphone's a virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic
That's like going to Venus
The capitol of this rugged
Witty Witty unpredictable talent
I death row an mc with mic cables
From east west to atco, I bring
But I keep it phat though, yo
with the wild pitch style
Who thought he saw me on 4th
But I was out on the island,
My priority is that I'm first priority
I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority
So look out for A&M, the Abbot
Breaking down your pendulum
As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll
-ppendix, I'm holding more more
That's coming with a plan to free a
Now who's the bad boy character,
But firing weapons released on Geffen
So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown
And dirty, like that bastard
Read the label and say it loud
Thirty-six chambers, chambers,
(Yeah, the RZA, phat tracks on
RZA razor RZA razor sharp
(Another Wu-Tang production kid,