It's Yourz

Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
 Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback
 See through yellow lines
 Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
 Magic marker rap, bleed benadine
 Relaxed, wrote this, comin' at cha crab ass cope
 And snatch ya ice off, chillin' in the back, throw the lights off
 Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
 Thick snare, I'm feelin' like a snail in the ocean
 What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
 Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish
 You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test, yo
 Select the wrong apartment and niggaz pulled up your dress
 Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at
 Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo
 Saddam Hussein niggaz light the torch, we flamin' niggaz
 Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz
 It's yourz!
 The world in the palm of your hand
 It's yourz!
 Twenty-three million of useful land
 It's yourz!
 The seed and the black woman
 It's yourz!
 Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
 It's yourz!
 (Yo) it's yourz!
 Super freak physique like Raphael Saadiq
 Baby love the ganja leaf every day of the week
 Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
 The night is right, I might find me a suite
 It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
 Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
 Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
 Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom
 Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
 Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
 The ultraviolet scream machine move your body touch
 The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
 Beams of light, stop ya breathin', it's hunting season
 Honey eye-ballin' down for no reason
 Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
 Never mind the laws, 'cause tonight
 It's yourz
 Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp
 Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam
 At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
 Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
 You fag, you couldn't pull one drag off my blunt
 You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
 With scissors in your hands, bitch, the RZA
 I stand close to walls, like Number Four the Lizard
 Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
 Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Yahoo McDaniels
 You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
 Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
 It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
 The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
 Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
 Explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
 We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I
 No surprise, verbal stick up, put 'em high
 Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
 Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C4
 It's yourz!
 The world in the palm of your hand
 It's yourz!
 Twenty-three million of useful land
 It's yourz!
 The seed and the black woman
 It's yourz!
 Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (it's yourz!)
 It's yourz!
 It's yourz!
 Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe
 Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight
 We hold a belt, son, that's my word
 Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo, check it
 I think like the man behind a register
 Evergreen smokin' estates, rhyme, and power made me treasurer
 With third down, six to go, flash his strobe lights
 I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
 With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
 For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
 Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" in Spiegel books
 Anheuser-Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
 Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
 Painful like hearing the news, like when your man go
 Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
 Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
 It's yourz!
 The world in the palm of your hand
 It's yourz!
 Twenty-three million of useful land
 It's yourz!
 The seed and the black woman
 It's yourz!
 Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (it's yourz!)
 It's yourz!