Tar pit

Tar pit Wu Tang Clan

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

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Blood money mercenaries think you can muscle Wu

It's a foot race who can out-hustle who

Hip hop junkie flunky monkey see monkey do

Great minds connect like mobster rings

Sit back let me do my Sinatra thing

I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame

On the wall is the plaques

Old ball and chain I named her Madam X

She love big cannons sex unprotected

You better respect it kid we 'bout to set trip

You get ya neck ripped eyeballs are scoping

I don't sell crack I sell dopium

Catch him at the podium nah

He moving too fast

Professor X behind the bulletproof glass

You need a Wu pass a bag of that high

Easy with the flicks baby I'm camera shy

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

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We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's

We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese

Got our face on the front of CD's we off the hook

W T C y'all soft and shook

Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM

And back heads down every time we sing

Give us a hundred grand for a show let us rock

For more money more chicks more private stock

They call me Streetlife slap the taste

Out ya mug know ya place you ain't thug

Fix ya face

Throw a slug catch a case

Meanwhile beat trial back on that cash cow

Getting CREAM however

A street brother know how

Point blank I'm pulling rank calling shot

I got bank

Pass the rock my hand's hot

Hit 'em with the showshotter

Peace to my ala mater Wu Tang block scholars

Never settle for less promoters pay us top dollar

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

Get that money God keep your sword sharp

The Clan'll talk Calabama niggaz all'll quit

Talking that short dick sh*t

We was s'posed to be cool

Only the clue's on the other end of the stick

Somebody let the monkeys out the cage

Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo

Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat

Somebody let the monkeys out the cage

Barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock

Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock

Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock

Somebody let the monkeys out the cage

Ya mother's so cross-eyed

When she cry tears roll down her back

Somebody let the monkeys out the cage

Somebody let the monkeys out the cage

This sh*t is strong god damn

What you got in there

Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo

Chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat

Somebody let the monkeys out the cage

Ya mother's so cross-eyed

When she cry tears roll down her back

Calabama niggaz all'll quit

Talking that short dick sh*t

Speak up no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud

Venacular a** kicking truth got there in crowd

Sh*t they call me the lethal lip

The linguistic full metal jacket of venacular ballistic

Shooting out at the mouth without Chap or Blistec

Here's a mothaf**ka I didn't flunk diaper rash

I'm verbally toxic metal-piercing

Forked hollow point tongue

Dum dum pow shot from gattling gums

Hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary

Malicious with malice and mayhem

F**k a dictionary give me the mic and I'll slay

Them and literally poetic symptoms

Pissing me the f**k off missing me with that sh*t

I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya a**

You won't be able to pass verbal gas

So far in ya a** that one of my knees

Will rise so far above ya head

And you drown of a poetic a** kicking

Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs

From a verbal hangnail

That hung on my big toe as I flow upward

Kicking yo on ya eardrum you wanna hear some

Tap dance on ya tonsils

Leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath

Cavity in ya best rhyme

And I'm the access on the rest

Call me the proverbial verbal menacing dentist

With the drill I got lyrical skills

I could perform oral root canals

It's unwise to f**k with me

Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat

Leaving you to choke

On where it hurts unspoken vocals

Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight

With toe jamming and ya mothaf**king hemmoroids

F**k the dumb sh*t