[Verse 1: GZA]
I grew up around block parties ready to rock
Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock
The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop
A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks
With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck
And each link in your chain is trucked
No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers
Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper
I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's
Through rap never thinkin' "Airways" are TVs
It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout
"Rec Room", 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt
Now his wigs pushed back
Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact
(Yo)
[Chorus: U-God]
Got to check out the W
Got… to… check out… the W
Got to check out the W
Got… to… check out… the W
Got to check out the W
Got… to… check out… the W
Got to check out the W
Got… to… check out… the W
I grew up around block parties ready to rock
Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock
The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop
A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks
With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck
And each link in your chain is trucked
No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers
Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper
I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's
Through rap never thinkin' "Airways" are TVs
It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout
"Rec Room", 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt
Now his wigs pushed back
Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact
(Yo)
[Chorus: U-God]
Got to check out the W
Got… to… check out… the W
Got to check out the W
Got… to… check out… the W
Got to check out the W
Got… to… check out… the W
Got to check out the W
Got… to… check out… the W
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