Wu-Tang Clan - It's Yourz lyrics

Machine-gun rap for all my niggas in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flash stacks
See through yellow lines, rock a
Fly jersey in the summertime, god
Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this
Comin' at you crab-ass culprit's
Snatch your 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
Darts snap a nigga just like fish
You fucked up, some rich
Niggas you done test, yo
Select the wrong apartment and niggas
Pulled up your 'dress
Style, molest that, Canal chain, nigga
Where your vest at?
Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo
Saddam Hussein niggas, light the torch
We flamin' niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas

(It's yours) The world in the
Palm of your hand
(It's yours) Twenty-three million
Of useful land
(It's yours) The seed and the black woman
(It's yours) Double LP from Wu Tang Clan
(It's yours) Yo (It's yours)

Super freak physique like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf every
Day 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, I arrive
Women swoon
Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the la, smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hellbound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultraviolet scream machine move
Your body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders
God's thrust
Beams of light, stop your 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
It's yours

Yo, stop the fader of the RAM
Blast more watts through my pre-amp
Them camps better revamp their
Shit or get blamped at full throttle
Hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your skull 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 4 The Lizard
And channel through solar panels
Blast off like roman candles rap vandals
Stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs can't
Fuck with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave
Your brain inside a fog

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 crystallize the rhyme so you can sniff it
We live this
Fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal stick up, put 'em high
Rebel I outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off the shit like bricks of C-4

(It's yours) The world in the
Palm of your hand
(It's yours) Twenty-three million
Of useful land
(It's yours) The seed and the black woman
(It's yours) Double LP from Wu Tang Clan
(It's yours, It's yours)
(It's yours)

Check out my beaver
Baby blue Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the Garden gettin' skied
Row eight
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
Divine 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
Avengin' eagle crooks
Rock the W and Spiegel books
Anheuser-Busch kings came through and
Stopped your whole juks 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
Sexy girl love the shit out the song
Now watch her water break

(It's yours) The world in the
Palm of your hand
(It's yours) Twenty-three million
Of useful land
(It's yours) The seed and the black woman
(It's yours) Double LP from Wu Tang Clan
(It's yours)

(It's yours)