Crash Your Crew Testo

[RZA] Eh yo... Turn my shit up son too Yo [GZA] You know exactly what i'm talking about, Y'know? [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm gonna crash your crew (x8) [GZA] Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine An' rhyme out the mutherfucking mind Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line Catch juice from the ?land fo? 15 twenty inch woofers blow the manhole Made the street crack, master feedback ?Allah masters the beat back? The crowd look, while the stage shook Carpenters made errors Craftsmen had his head severed Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tonnes of snow Broke this rhymin' video Verbal assassin, blastin Exploit your break through explosively Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously Game controlled, optimize the input channel I set it relatively high for those on a panel CD with the durable, long-life cover Very similar to no other I seen a million tryin' to set a flow Thousands that show Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow But one individual thing forgot the ?fri show? Now his pursuit is not for digress A special note, thanks for being flank While journalist's stay runnin' in front of tanks Blew out first class, came back close cash Ruff class, surfaces with no math Military campaign, while shots cause information of the brain Beat Crazy Eddie insane *cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra...* Filled with pain -- niggaz reign [ODB] I'm gonna crash your crew (x16) I'm gonna crash your crew I'm gonna crash your crew "You never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me, bitch I inject you, with the shit that made you say, yo dirt dogg chew-chew-chew...." I'm gonna crash your crew