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Funkmaster Flex

Genres: Hip-Hop

Put Your Hammer Down - Wu-tang Clan Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Lay ya hammer 

(Lay ya hammer) 

Lay ya hammer, kid 

(Lay ya hammer, kid) 

They want the drama, bring it to 'em, fuck 'em 

 

All rise, meet the preacher 

This pro dueler been diagnosed 

Diabetic keptic, I'm your host 

Lock the vanilla suede British 

 

Staten Island mall menace 

Otherwise posin' as a dentist in my lenses 

Pinball machine gun rap spoke to Arafat 

Laundry maid honey can't blow in this hat, what 

 

Is it raw now? Change it around 

It's war now, the final countdown commences 

The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper 

Breakin' down your defenseless senseless nature 

 

Pain stings with Ma Baker 

Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya 

Freedom come meet your maker 

 

Yo, another sound boy's dyin', crowd noise multiplyin' 

Don't let the fuzz slide in bust out the sirens 

Sure win lure 'em in like exotic women 

I smile with the sinister grin and finish him 

You're fuckin' with hoods, get ya goods pushed back 

Ya fraud, pull the wool off your Hollywood hat 

 

Yo, yo, yo, the track melts in half liquors have this brave meaning 

Supreme being being all that I can being 

Picture wavy beavers meat cleaving your receiver 

Fly sunny Cheeba leather buckets dirty reefer 

Fast floatin' grill residential honey hill 

Stainless steel rashes sheisty catch a money bill 

 

It's all gravy, we floatin' through like the British navy 

Fresh design, lady love the fade keep it wavy 

The mix drink, throw the dick in the drink 

Play it, baby girl, caught ya, exotic album Cuban Link 

Custom AV's beige panties who could front on these please 

Y'all niggas broke so much your uncle sells trees 

 

Yo, high ranked officials and armed tanks and missiles 

Blood drizzle simple fact, you slept on the issue 

That before he started jerkin' off joysticks and Sega 

I made tapes a hundred watt amps insuring Vegas 

 

Rza fine tune it, shippin' meal units 

MC's ask, "Who be those rhyme killers in masks?" 

No doubt, difficult task to last in the square 

Beware infinite amount of darts is in the air 

 

I'm victorious, no opponents and blast through components 

And microphones watch the whole world live the moment 

Anything anti that came approachin' this 

Incapable lust speech remains motionless 

 

Lay ya hammer 

(Lay ya hammer) 

Lay ya hammer, kid 

(Lay ya hammer, kid) 

Lay ya hammer 

(Lay ya hammer) 

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