Labels

Lot of people, you know what I'm saying

That be getting misinformed, thinking everything is everything

You could just get yourself a little deal, whatever

You know what I'm saying

You gonna get on, you gonna get rich

And all these labels be trying to lure us in like spiders

Into the web, you know what I'm saying

So sometimes people gotta come out and speak up

And let people understand

That you know you gotta read the label

You gotta read the label

If you don't read the Label you might get poisoned

Bomb these ****** God!

Tommy ain't my **********in' boy

When you fake moves on a ***** you employ

We'll all emerge off your set, now you know God damn

I show living large ****** how to flip a def jam

And rough up the **********in' house cause I smother

You cold chillin' ************s, I still warn a brother

I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act wild

That **** is jive, an old sleeping bag profile

The soft comedian rap **** ain't the rough witty

On the reel to reel it wasn't from a tough city

****** be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons

They know they microphone's a virgin

And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee

That's like going to Venus driving a mercury

The capitol of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang

Witty unpredictable talent and natural game

I death row an mc with mic cables

The epic is that I rush associated labels

From east west to atco, I bring it to a next plateau

But I keep it phat though, yo

I'm hitting batters up with the wild pitch style

I even show an Uptown MC a style

Who thought he saw me on 4th & Broadway

But I was out on the island, bombing MC's all day

My priority is that I'm first priority

I bone the secret out a ***** in a sorority

So look out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master

Breaking down your pendulum

As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the a-

-ppendix, I'm holding more more weight than Colombia

Index Interscope, we RCA, clan

That's coming with a plan to free a

Slave of a mental death MC don't panic

Throw that A&R ***** off the boat in the Atlantic

Now who's the bad boy character, not from Arista

But firing weapons released on Geffen

So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown

My central broadcasting systems is low down

And dirty, like that bastard

It's getting drastic

Read the label and say it loud

Another Wu banger

Thirty-six chambers, through your area

(Yeah, the RZA, phat tracks on a disc)

RZA razor RZA razor sharp

(Another Wu-Tang production kid, coming at ya)