GZA, RZA - Labels lyrics
[GZA, RZA - Labels lyrics]
Lot of people, you know what I'm sayin'?
That be gettin' misinformed
Thinkin' everythin' is everythin'
You could just get yourself a little deal
Whatever you know what I'm sayin'?
You gonna get on, you gonna get rich
And all these labels be tryin' to lure
Us in like spiders into the web
You know what I'm sayin'? So sometimes
People gotta come out and speak up
And let people understand
That you know, you gotta read the labels
You gotta read the label
If you don't read the Label
You might get poisoned
Bomb these niggas, God!
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 livin' large niggas how
To flip a Def Jam
And Ruff up the motherfuckin'
House 'cause I smother
You Cold Chillin' motherfuckers
I still Warner 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 Tuff City niggas be game
Thinkin' that they lyrical surgeons
They know they mic's a phone to Virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic
You couldn't hurt a bee
That's like goin' to Venus drivin' 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 hittin' batters up with
The Wild Pitch style
I even show an Uptown MCA style
Who thought he saw me on 4th & Broadway
But I was out on the Island
Bombin' 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!
Breakin' down your Pendulum
As I fiend MC's out with a
Blow that'll numb the a-
-ppendix, I'm holdin' more
Weight than Columbia
Index Interscope, we RCA
Clan that's comin' 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 firin' 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 gettin' drastic
Read the label and say it loud
Another Wu banger
Thirty-six chambers, through your area
(yeah, the RZA, phat tracks on a disc)
RZA razor-RZA razor sharp
(Another Wu Tang production, kid
Comin' at ya)
That be gettin' misinformed
Thinkin' everythin' is everythin'
You could just get yourself a little deal
Whatever you know what I'm sayin'?
You gonna get on, you gonna get rich
And all these labels be tryin' to lure
Us in like spiders into the web
You know what I'm sayin'? So sometimes
People gotta come out and speak up
And let people understand
That you know, you gotta read the labels
You gotta read the label
If you don't read the Label
You might get poisoned
Bomb these niggas, God!
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 livin' large niggas how
To flip a Def Jam
And Ruff up the motherfuckin'
House 'cause I smother
You Cold Chillin' motherfuckers
I still Warner 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 Tuff City niggas be game
Thinkin' that they lyrical surgeons
They know they mic's a phone to Virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic
You couldn't hurt a bee
That's like goin' to Venus drivin' 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 hittin' batters up with
The Wild Pitch style
I even show an Uptown MCA style
Who thought he saw me on 4th & Broadway
But I was out on the Island
Bombin' 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!
Breakin' down your Pendulum
As I fiend MC's out with a
Blow that'll numb the a-
-ppendix, I'm holdin' more
Weight than Columbia
Index Interscope, we RCA
Clan that's comin' 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 firin' 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 gettin' drastic
Read the label and say it loud
Another Wu banger
Thirty-six chambers, through your area
(yeah, the RZA, phat tracks on a disc)
RZA razor-RZA razor sharp
(Another Wu Tang production, kid
Comin' at ya)