Its Yourz
               Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

               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 Benatton
               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 Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz
               Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz

               Chorus:

               [All] It's Yourz!
               [RZA] The world in the palm of your hand
               [All] It's Yourz!
               [RZA] Twenty-three million of useful land
               [All] It's Yourz!
               [RZA] The seed and the black wo-man
               [All] It's Yourz!
               [RZA] Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
               [All] It's Yourz! (2X)

               Verse Two: U-God

               Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq
               Baby love the ganja leaf, everday 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 ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
               The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
               Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season
               Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
               Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
               Never mind the laws, cause tonight
               [All] It's Yourz

               Verse Three: RZA

               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

               Verse Four: Inspectah Deck

               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

               Chorus

               Verse Five: Ghostface

               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
               Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
               Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
               Painful like hearin 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

               Chorus: latter 1/2

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