Superb, Solomon Childs - Take Up Space lyrics

"If you're not gonna take care of business
Stop takin' up space"
"If you're not gonna take care of business
Stop takin' up space"

Ayo, it's 'Perb dunn
Wu, ACT, Chip Banks, Rakeem Allah
Come on! Projects, projects
Slums, bums, ghettos large sums, yo

We read it all in the fan magazine
Hookers, pushers, lead magazine
I grew up in Queens around Pappy and 'Preme
Have my own dreams, cop a Caddy and lean
And Drag told me about the fans in rap
And after that talk all we said was that
I'ma keep pushin the trigger 'til
Ya head is back
Get rich off my songs, the hell with crack
And Jamel ran through every jail with raps
Tryin to push my voice on
Every reel and track
And I don't give a fuck if the reel is wack
I bring an old school MC feelin back
And we still in the hood with gats
And my goons ain't good with gats
And where you think you goin
With the wooden plaques?
See, it ain't just me, the whole Wu is back
But, you don't know what to do with tracks
And what can this industry do with trash?
And what the fuck you gon' do for rap?
I'ma do it for the kids, get a school
Some cash fuck a chain, I'm jewel they ass
Like why play if the game don't last?

"If you're not gonna take care of business
Stop takin' up space"
"If you're not gonna take care of business
Stop takin' up space"
"If you're not gonna take care of business
Stop takin' up space"
"If you're not gonna take care of business
Stop takin' up space"

Yeah my vultures are signed and
Blinded by money getters
Players and pimps, ya ho chose me
Supposedly, that's how the game go
And ain't a difference in prison
Gats and ghetto walls
That's why we playin hard ball
This be perfections from my father's hustle
Shrimp and bustles and
Life's complicated puzzles
Grew up under the Older Gods
Sit's there with Cee Allah
Came from the same thug parts and
Drug parts as Tony Stark
I understand that the industry
Be under handed underground and under-lined
Thank God, word
It took me so long to get signed
Climb out of a hell of a bind
That's why I still return around the way
Throw a toast to ya nose and ask what's mine
Forward my emotions of a supreme rap artist
Solomon Childs, New York protege
I've now been discovered
Adjusted, it was all in my kin
Got me smothered
Wu Tang for life, my brothers got me covered
Millionaire, billionaire status
Beef with police like Marshall and Onasis
Dealin wit uniqueness

"If you're not gonna take care of business
Stop takin' up space"
"If you're not gonna take care of business
Stop takin' up space"
"If you're not gonna take care of business
Stop takin' up space"
"If you're not gonna take care of business
Stop takin' up space"