Labels Lyrics - Genius

Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy 

When you fake moves on a nigga you employ 

We'll all emerge off your set, now you know God damn 

I show living large niggas how to flip a def jam 

And rough up the motherfuckin' house cause I smother 

You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a brother 

I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act wild 

That shit is jive, an old sleeping bag profile 

The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty 

On the reel to reel it wasn't from a tough city 

Niggas be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons 

They know they microphone's a virgin 

And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee 

That's like going to Venus driving a mercury 

The capitol of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang 

Witty unpredictable talent and natural game 

I death row an mc with mic cables 

The epic is that I rush associated labels 

From east west to atco, I bring it to a next plateau 

But I keep it phat though, yo 

I'm hitting batters up with the wild pitch style 

I even show an Uptown MC a style 

Who thought he saw me on 4th & Broadway 

But I was out on the island, bombing MC's all day 

My priority is that I'm first priority 

I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority 

So look out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master 

Breaking down your pendulum 

As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the 

Appendix, I'm holding more more weight than Colombia 

Index Interscope, we RCA, clan 

That's coming with a plan to free a 

Slave of a mental death MC don't panic 

Throw that A&R nigga off the boat in the Atlantic 

Now who's the bad boy character, not from Arista 

But firing weapons released on Geffen 

So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown 

My central broadcasting systems is low down 

And dirty, like that bastard 

It's getting drastic 

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