Hip Hop Fury Lyrics - The Genius Gza

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock 

Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box 

Throw ya right ear to 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, whoevers starting shit 

Got as many rap soldiers, for how much this record ships 

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make them forfeit 

Send a bomb rap in Fed Ex into ya office, son we build and deliver 

Came to build with the Gza 

[Incomprehensible] 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 ya sound skins from war fans 

Ya whole roster cant 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 to 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 them 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 microphonus, 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 Brooklyn 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 U 

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 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 to ya bitch up in a zip lock 

Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop