Hip Hop Fury

[Chorus: RZA] You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock Fuck with the Wu, we busting your whole snot box Million white ears and your bitch up in a zip lock From Spazzola to this purest form of hip-hop [Verse 1: Hell Razah] Here's something to advertise, promoter keep the fans satisfied Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide Leave 'em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide Without no clearance, I nurture this track like I'm its parents Got requestments from retail stores for my appearance First we target it, then they market it to kill your artist with My hundred sharp cartridge hit whoever's starting shit Got as many rap soldiers for how much this record ship Fuck them niggas you record with, I make 'em forfeit Send a bomb rap through FedEx inside your office Son, we build and deliver, came to build with the GZA You heard the chorus from the RZA, the real album spitters Me and my street team be holding congress meetings Audio visual video treatments, internationally speaking Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you It's the coming of that newest hip-hop, Christ's Apostle Try your BDS and your SoundScans for more fam Your whole roster couldn't take on that one Sun of Man Get your street team, get your stickers out, put your posters up Boost your budget up, still Razah gon' fuck it up [Chorus: RZA] You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock Fuck with the Wu, we busting your whole snot box Million white ears and your bitch up in a zip lock From Spazzola to this purest form of hip-hop [Verse 2: GZA] Industrialized niggas change as soon as you get in Throw 'em on an auction block, CEOs bidding Highest price paid for those wack rhymes made Was overrated, cut off, never reinstated I be fruitful and multiply with marvelous tales Feed the hungry MCs who be starving as hell I laid the first verse to quench a dry ass nigga's thirst Who drank my wisdom up like water 'til your stomach burst Full tank with the premium quality raps Mickey Mouse niggas get caught on a trap You Cottonelle kid from Tottenville, you're Kleenex Looking like Rockwell wearing V-necks You learned from this, earned from this Niggas get tossed and turned in this and burnt in this Scorched at a thousand degrees from live MCs I melt y'all niggas down to the size of fleas [Verse 3: Timbo King] Your microphonists collect the bonus, ayo, we own this House niggas verse the homeless Ten-to-one, Timb's the one, Royal Famous, the verbal painters Dark gallery, million dollar pictures Imports from poor to riches, move darts We cruise across the Brooklyn Bridge doing sixty Illegal driving from dusk to red dawn The GZA/Genius, Wu-Tang, we live long [Verse 4: Dreddy Kruger] True indeed, I hug tracks like my seed Masada, wack MCs do me nada King Solomon the great came to evaporate the fake Yeah you, you know you're Power-U You recognize the voice, it's the nigga from the Wu Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted You've just been demoted 'cause you're sweet and sugarcoated You folded, your style is half stale half molded, molded [Chorus: RZA] You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock Fuck with the Wu, we busting your whole snot box Million white ears and your bitch up in a zip lock From Spazzola to this purest form of hip-hop