Wake Up Show, Shyheim, GZA, RZA - Shyheim Wake Up Show Freestyle lyrics

This is on some Cash Rules
Everything Around Me type thought
Yo bust it yo, yo we was chillin on the ave
Buggin out lookin dap
And these four cold boys rolled up in a cab
They pulled out a tool
Said get against the wall f' that
I'd rather brawl than to go out at all
My man pushed back blaow
He pulled the trigger
Nah G not on Sin, that's my main nigga
His body hit the floor
Blood covered the ground
How that sound? I didn't even
Get my last pound
The red glare with his tears made me shed
Now I'm fed, my right hand man could be dead
Hell no, I couldn't let em flee that ain't me
Or how me and my crew lounge and be
So we dash with a rugged child on his ass
In the grass his life is now come to pass
The fam made him trip, aww shit the gun slip
My man picked up the burner
And emptied the clip
In his back, no slack jack
With sound to retreat back
Wipe the gat and pack it in a napsack
Yo be out cause 5-0 is soon to come
You get arrested and bagged for murder one
I'm in the house with Bishop, The RZA
The GZA
Represent kid you know how it goes dizza

I'mma set it off for The GZA
Then GZA gonna finish his-a
Set it right here from the
Beginning? Aiiight bet check it
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM get the money, dollar
Dollar bill y'all, check it
I make a rugged bloody spectacle
Technical feast where beats hit's like
A kick to your testicles
Niggas remind me of vegetables
So I'mma stir fry your brain
Like the incredible edible
Egg, I got mad CREAM between bread
Rip it on, pass the bone
Let's get stoned like Fred
Flintstone when I roam boy it's evident
We only puff on the leafs
With the ganja scent
I be the mean black gugger bust
A slug in your mug
Watch the blood overflood your
Head like beer suds the temple that I am in
I gots the mental rhymin
While chumps try to pump the
Styles of Simple Simon
I be The RZA, yo I gets bizza with my lizza
Here be my nizza, The GZA
Live in effect on KMEL boy

Yeah, and you don't stop yo
Callin all cars, callin all cars
Lyrical psycho armed and dangerous
Leavin mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot
While I blast the spot niggas
Took off like astronauts
Difficult see even your best
Can't come on down
You're the next contestant
Get your non-lyrical rhymin ass a spankin
I'm catchin wreck
Gettin more respect than Aretha Franklin
Avenue and Putnam, the rhyme wreckin center
Bacardi and Rum through those
Cold days of winter
I used to warm up the cipher
With a rhyme that was hyper
Than your average JFK sniper
So yo yo, don't even start it
I roll like Kaufmann
Lay that ass out like carpet
25 rhymes a square yard
I hit em so hard he wake up
Sayin "That wasn't even fair God"
Stop the stutterin boy
Save your place for the 5-0
Then praise the lord you're alive bro
I release stacks, you premeditate the grab
You couldn't catch it so you
Bounce back to your lab
Just to look for what
Wack rhymes you couldn't finish
Yeah, I know forgot to eat your spinach
Here's a can, for those who wanna sleep
Pills cold snorin while they slept
On my deep skills
That originated back in Shaolin
An endangered island
Shorties losin blood by the gallons

Yo I gotta go after that boy
After The GZA then we go to
A commercial whatever y'all wanna do
Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You better look out kid cause I'm
The Wu Tang's smallest artist
When I come through niggas be
Jettin like I'm narcotics
I'm the shorty of the bus but
Yet I hit the hardest
When I rolled upon your squad you
Showed me where your heart is
You start to snitch like a
Bitch cold droppin dimes
I cut that ass short like a tree of alpine
But, I'm a lumberjack black and
A matter of fact
I flip that track like 2 kilos of crack packs
I lit up quick like a 4-fifth automatic
Who got static
Like Spike Lee I gotta have it
I gave it to your ass raw like a proud faggot
I keep it movin like I did on my first LP
I stay true to the grain of GP
Word to my mother I can never be a sucker
I die hard too, yippie-ki yay muthafucker