Wu-Tang Clan - Crushed Egos lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan - Crushed Egos lyrics]
You've practiced 20 years? You must
Be extremely good then
Perhaps, you'll try with me
Come and taste my seasonin', Chef
The cooking that is marvelous
Back over a stove, makin' your mouth water
You starve for this
Exclusive sneakers with hard denim
Heavyweight
A neighbor illustrated Alex Haley with paper
(paper) waves spinnin' like the Titanic
Come take a float on
Silky like King Henry VI I
I’s robe in late spring
Restaurants with skeleton keys
It's big business
Well groomed and elegant posture
Is real dapper
Status is gigantic, coats is alpaca
Meetings in the Vatican
Drinkin' scotch with the Muscle Milk
Praises go to Ason
The dynasty Mr russell built
Feed me royal shottas with Glocks
Clean 'em with GT Oil
China dolls from Bangkok, we bang 'em
Train 'em and make 'em loyal trees stank
She come kiss the top of my Yves Saint
Wise-Universal Tang when I bang
Grizzly with the big bank
It's 5 stars, y'all, when I call rank
Egos are somethin' that the Wu Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas
Y'all 'bout to get rushed
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
Egos are somethin' that the Wu Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas
Y'all 'bout to get rushed
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
Rifles out, bear like the Russian
Octagon tuggin' silk drawers frontin'
While her head stuntin'
Mulsannes flood the garage
Man the goats launchin' charge
Cards from Africa
Catch me in the hookah lodge
Brains linked, twisted Cohibas
Say the seeds bang
Coffee pots with graveyard rings, flippin' Gs
Yankee hoodlum on the top of the charts
Dart throwers, they're sharks everybody run
When my gun barks
Non-athletic anti-semetic synthetic rappers
Get no credit pathetic septic lines
Incompetent styles not embedded
Wu Tang slang bangs in your
Brain, this is not genetic, prophetic
Unadulterated talent while y'all talk
That bullshit rhetoric
Egos are somethin' that the Wu Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas
Y'all 'bout to get rushed
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
Where is the money? Ha ha
Be extremely good then
Perhaps, you'll try with me
Come and taste my seasonin', Chef
The cooking that is marvelous
Back over a stove, makin' your mouth water
You starve for this
Exclusive sneakers with hard denim
Heavyweight
A neighbor illustrated Alex Haley with paper
(paper) waves spinnin' like the Titanic
Come take a float on
Silky like King Henry VI I
I’s robe in late spring
Restaurants with skeleton keys
It's big business
Well groomed and elegant posture
Is real dapper
Status is gigantic, coats is alpaca
Meetings in the Vatican
Drinkin' scotch with the Muscle Milk
Praises go to Ason
The dynasty Mr russell built
Feed me royal shottas with Glocks
Clean 'em with GT Oil
China dolls from Bangkok, we bang 'em
Train 'em and make 'em loyal trees stank
She come kiss the top of my Yves Saint
Wise-Universal Tang when I bang
Grizzly with the big bank
It's 5 stars, y'all, when I call rank
Egos are somethin' that the Wu Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas
Y'all 'bout to get rushed
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
Egos are somethin' that the Wu Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas
Y'all 'bout to get rushed
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
Rifles out, bear like the Russian
Octagon tuggin' silk drawers frontin'
While her head stuntin'
Mulsannes flood the garage
Man the goats launchin' charge
Cards from Africa
Catch me in the hookah lodge
Brains linked, twisted Cohibas
Say the seeds bang
Coffee pots with graveyard rings, flippin' Gs
Yankee hoodlum on the top of the charts
Dart throwers, they're sharks everybody run
When my gun barks
Non-athletic anti-semetic synthetic rappers
Get no credit pathetic septic lines
Incompetent styles not embedded
Wu Tang slang bangs in your
Brain, this is not genetic, prophetic
Unadulterated talent while y'all talk
That bullshit rhetoric
Egos are somethin' that the Wu Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas
Y'all 'bout to get rushed
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
Where is the money? Ha ha