Crushed Egos - Wu-Tang Clan

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 VIII’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 rust

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 rust

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 rust

This ashes to ashes to dust to dust

These derelict MC’s cannot fuck with us, Lord

Where is the money?

Ha ha…