Crushed Egos

You've practiced 20 years?
 You must be extremely good then
 Perhaps, you try with me
 Come and taste my seasonin', chef, the cooking that is marvelous
 Back over the stove, makin' your mouth water, you starve for this
 Exclusive sneakers with hard denim, heavyweight
 A neighbor illustrated Alex Haley with paper (paper)
 Waves spinnin' like the Titanic, come take a float on
 Silky like King Henry, the aged robe and lace string
 Restaurants with skeleton keys, it's big business
 Well-groomed and elegant posture is real dapper
 Status is gigantic, culture's alpaca
 Meetings in the Vatican, drinkin' scotch with the muscle milk
 Praises go to Ason, the dynasty Mr. Russell built
 Feed me royal shottas with glocks, clean 'em with GT oil
 China dolls from Bangkok, we bang 'em, train 'em and make 'em loyal
 Trees stank, she come kiss the top of my Yves Saint
 Wise-Universal Tang when I bang
 Grizzly with the big bank, it's five stars, y'all, when I call rank
 Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang trust
 These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust
 This ashes to ashes, to dust to dust
 This devil they can see, they cannot fuck with us, Lord
 Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang trust
 These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust
 This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
 This devil they can see, they cannot fuck with us, Lord
 Rifles out, bear like the Russian
 Octagon tuggin' silk drawers frontin', while her head stuntin'
 More saints flood the garage
 Man the goats launchin' charge cards from Africa
 Catch me in the hookah lodge
 Brains linked, twisted cohibas, say the seeds bang
 Coffee pots with graveyard rings, flippin' Gs
 Yankee hoodlum on the top of the charts
 Dart throwers, they're sharks
 Everybody wanna know when my gun barks
 Non-athletic, anti-semetic, synthetic rappers get no credit
 Pathetic septic lines, incompetent styles not embedded
 Wu-Tang slang bangs in your brain, this is not genetic, prophetic
 Unadulterated talent while y'all talk that bullshit rhetoric
 Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang trust
 These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust
 This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
 This devil they can see, they cannot fuck with us, Lord
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