Songtexte: Genius. Hip Hop Fury.

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan 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 Amish parents

Got requests from retail stores, for my appearance
First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, whoever's starting shit
Got as many rap soldiers, for how much this record ships

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make them forefeit
Send a bomb rap fed ex into ya office
Son we built and deliver, came to build with the Gza
Check the chorus from the Rza, the real album spitta

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 the newest hip hop Christ

Pop you, try the BDS and sound skins from war fans
Ya whole roster can't take on, one sun of man
Get ya street team, get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
Boost ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Industrialize niggaz change soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for those wack rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never reinstated

I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed the hungry MCs and be starving as hell
I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
Who drank my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst

Full tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like Rockwell wearing V necks

Ya learn from this earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this, burned for this
Extort from a thousands degrees of live MCs
I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas

The microphones, collect the bonus, aiyo we on this
House niggaz verse the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one, royal famous,the verbal painless
The dark gallery, million dollar pictures

Import from poor to riches, leanin' on doors
We move across the Broklynn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn
The Gza-Genius, Wu-tang we live long

True indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
Persona, wack MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you know your power you

Ya recognize the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half stale and half molded, so mold it

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop