THE MONUMENT

Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now? Filp Mode, Wu-Tang shit What the fuck now? Yeah Yeah Yeah Historical and monumental shit Yeah, what the fuck now? Yeah Yeah Yeah Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball I'll make a mural out of his face up on a damn wall Niggas play hard and shit, if you know what's best for you Yall niggas better safeguard ya shit Even though we rep blast knuckle rap Fuck with street genius's and bow legged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggas, now the corporate boss Still go to Yard's Resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss Aeh yo,yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb Ya whole show wack and I'ma cancel ya sitcom Fuck a nigga blow her till she tired and will come You ain't known my name, tattoo it on ya bitch arm The way we blow, shit, is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin the cork on the champagne Wrote you wit a whole new approach And lead a whole team of niggas, yall should know I only ball like a coach Check out the light fixtures, freak lines like white bitches Let the mic lines hang, that slang is ridiculous Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck wit sawed offs That's my specialty, mortar busts shot out my bed parrot Keep it gangster Lord, I analyzed ya work Those that got merced where not established Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 rasberry S-5 Blowin thru ass, very soon to own steakhouses Glowin light, make over thousands Them them niggas, robbin from Pink Houses Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers God, sodomize money, riped 200 thousand See the color of the carved out Wu emblem baby It's all designers, tailor made Wu gooses Limousines, automatic new Oozies in 'em yo Relax, cousin just cruise thru juice wit'em Move up the block, giant box blast my song Non stop, strictly hip hop, march on Dorag hang long, metal tape is high bias Graphics capture wit the colorful, iris I zoom in, while the listeners tune in Some assuming they paid they dues and joined the union Lost nigga, couldn't rumble in this wild jungle Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble Divine master, threw on a track that made 'em bleed He produced at unattainable range of top speed His powerful magnet that left 'em stagnant Wasn't like the encounters of larger fragments And filled right from scout sniper, shots precise Star like scope wit the night vision advice Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice Spit a grain of rice, in one shot to kill 'em twice