Nyc Crack

Now, it's the master's turn though
 I'm betting in, well there's a show here
 Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
 Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
 Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
 Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
 Watch your step, kid, watch your step
 Watch your step, kid, watch your step
 Watch your step, kid, watch your step
 Yo, yo, yo
 We take your wizzes away, like we be called on
 Deep in space like the Millennium Falcon
 Ya'll be fools, scored like ancient Babylon
 Rabbits and turtles, all run the marathon
 Yup, ya'll paper chasing, ya'll human racing
 Who got the best basement?
 You got a Six SL, I got a SSL
 I score movies, make Supreme Clientele
 Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
 No, can't get it near, I quit (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
 All day, all night, what brings to you life
 For you in the world (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City Crack)
 Silly rabbits, trynna disrespect The Abbott
 Don't you know that we'll turn your cold body to maggots
 I got forty million records sold, some platinum, some gold
 Some we just put out to meet the tax code
 Your career will be shorter than the Twenty first of December
 Be one of those thousand rappers no one remembers
 While my name is carved on trophies, colleges recite my bars
 You can look up, and see my name up on the stars
 And when it comes down to that basic talent
 I got twenty little cousins that can meet your challenge
 Yo, stop and listen, and check this proposition
 Son, got lots of vision, plus lots of wisdom
 Hindsight, foresight, insight, out of sight
 Some try to imitate, but they are not alike
 They only piggy back, have a Digi Snack
 That Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack
 Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
 No, can't get it near, I quit (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
 All day, all night, what brings to you life
 For you in the world (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City Crack)
 We're just dealing, of a man
 Tough take before you
 A cryptic to your power
 The reason why we slept and spared your son's life
 Was to give you faith
 Thank you, man, thank you
 You fight well, the hand must reach to the sky
 Save the best for me, and have perfect breathing
 Good breath control, you know of these
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 Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
 No, can't get it near, I quit (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
 All day, all night, what brings to you life
 For you in the world (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City Crack)