Labels

Lot of people you know what I'm saying

They be gettin' misinformed

Thinking everything is everything

You could get yourself a little deal whatever

You know what I'm sayin'

You gon' get on, you gon' get rich

And all these labels

Be tryna lure us in like spiders

Into the web

You know what I'm sayin'

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

Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy

When you fake moves

On a **** you employ

We'll all emerge off your set

Now you know God damn

I show livin' large **** how

To flip a def jam

And rough up the motherfuckin' house

'Cause I smother you cold chillin'

Motherfuckers I still warn a brother

I'm ruthless

My clan don't have to act wild

That shit is jive

An old sleeping bag profile

The soft comedian rap

Shit ain't the rough witty

On the reel to reel

It wasn't from a tough city

**** be game

Thinkin' that they lyrical surgeons

They only microphone's a virgin

And if you ain't boned a mic

You couldn't hurt a bee

That's like goin' to Venus

Drivin' a mercury

The capital 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 fat though

Yo I'm hittin', batters up

With the wild pitch style

I even show an Uptown MCH style

Who thought he saw me on 4th and Broadway

But I was out on the island

Bombin' MCs all day

My priority is that I'm first priority

I bone the secret out a bitch

In a sorority

So look out for A&M

The Abbot and the Master

Breakin' down your pendulum

As I fiend MCs out with a blow

That'll numb the a-ppendix

I'm holdin' more weight than Colombia

Index Interscope we RCA clan

That's comin' 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 'cause I struck

With the soul of Motown

My central broadcasting systems is low down

And dirty like that bastard

It's gettin' 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

Comin' at ya