Crash Your Crew

作词 : Grice, Hitchmon, Jones
 Eh yo... 
Turn my shit up son too
Yo  You know exactly what i'm talking about, 
Y'know?  
I'm gonna crash your crew (x8)  
Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine 
An' rhyme out the ************* 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 *cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra...* 
Filled with pain -- ****** reign  
I'm gonna crash your crew (x16) 
I'm gonna crash your crew 
I'm gonna crash your crew 'You never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me, ***** I inject you, with the shit that made you say, yo dirt dogg chew-chew-chew...
I'm gonna crash your crew

作词 : Grice, Hitchmon, Jones
[RZA] Eh yo... 
Turn my shit up son too
Yo [GZA] You know exactly what i'm talking about, 
Y'know? [Ol' Dirty Bastard] 
I'm gonna crash your crew (x8) [GZA] 
Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine 
An' rhyme out the ************* 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 *cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra...* 
Filled with pain -- ****** reign [ODB] 
I'm gonna crash your crew (x16) 
I'm gonna crash your crew 
I'm gonna crash your crew 'You never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me, ***** I inject you, with the shit that made you say, yo dirt dogg chew-chew-chew...
I'm gonna crash your crew