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RZA » Lab Drunk
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	(Intro:) Wu-Tang worldwide, Wu-Tang, Bobby Digital worldwide Wordlwide, word up, all y'all crab MC's out there Let me spark y'all like this one time Yo, I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles, chrome bowls Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles To ya head, you'll be spread across the floor And ain't headed for a bead of roses Needle threaded, one jaw have said it By the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can't stay a-float You sink to the brink of extincted animals While I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals Steal stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences Quick to detect your intentions, if they're wicked Meditate, build the house on the next dimension My flow is co-hension, you'll be startled Stumbled into my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts Smellin like I ran over I skunk Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts Smellin like I ran over I skunk Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But fuck it, I got to spit this verse, yo Pound drop your head to the canvas It's like you got no fuckin manners You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin banners Touchin amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the cannister You can't compare to an atom of my hair While my verbal shot be drillin through the cave of your ear Recochet to the ceilin, the desert eagle hemisphere Deflect off your medula, exit off to the rear MCin is easier to me than breathin And makin beats to me is easier than bein Killin vibes is easier than seein I be geein, and fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin Bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez Plot by rocks, wildily ghost, still needle flyin trees My mind sees all of the unusual energies Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze? Stumbled into my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts Smellin like I ran over I skunk Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts Smellin like I ran over I skunk Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But fuck it, I got to spit it Yo, your floweress is powerless against me Your cowardess attack can master track alchemist raps Rap Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, lex bullet 4 Millenium falcon, just to protect the Wu-Tang's sacred valium Chased by jake's planes, I race state's police We slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts Unpredictable pain is inflictable Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you 1.9 level meter, son, you just skipped on my class Is here to rap camera classes, hi-jack these bus passes This system was symphonic, jacked with no masses Sound systems blast-es, rhyme system was writin, well-casted Strong as safari hunter, calm in black mongo Un-plug the dynamic mic cord and hung you From a towerin speaker, I tape your ear to the tweater My mental idea's are more severe than your heater Innocent drive-bys, 85'ers shoot try to over throw us They love us like babies, once they get to know us Your floweress is powerless against me Stumbled into my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts Smellin like I ran over I skunk Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung Stumbled into my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts Smellin like I ran over I skunk Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But fuck that, I got to get the verse out my lung
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