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Crash Your Crew

GZA/Genius•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

Eh yo

Turn my shit up son too

You know exactly what I'm talking about

Why'know?

I'm gonna crash your crew

Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine

An' rhyme out the motherfucking mind

Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line

Catch juice from the land fo

15 twenty inch woofers blow the manhole

Made the street crack, master feedback

Allah masters the beat back

The crowd look, while the stage shook

Carpenters made errors

Craftsmen had his head severed

Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tonnes of snow

Broke this rhymin' video

Verbal assassin, blastin'

Exploit your break through explosively

Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously

Game controlled, optimize the input channel

I set it relatively high for those on a panel

CD with the durable, long-life cover

Very similar to no other

I seen a million tryin' to set a flow, thousands that show

Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow

But one individual thing forgot the Fri show

Now his pursuit is not for digress

A special note, thanks for being flank

While journalist's stay runnin' in front of tanks

Blew out first class, came back close cash

Ruff class, surfaces with no math

Military campaign

While shots cause information of the brain

Beat Crazy Eddie insane

Filled with pain, niggaz reign

I'm gonna crash your crew

You never use those shoes

You can't have platinum authority inject me

Bitch I inject you, with the shit that made you say

Yo dirt doggchew-chew-chew

I'm gonna crash your crew