Hellz Wind Staff (feat. Street Life)

So get your egg crashed by my Hellz Wind Staff

While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news

Like Katie Chung

How the bullet collapsed his lung

His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue

Another youth dead before the age of twenty-one

Left his son to grow in the ghettoes of the slums

With a shot that go

For twisted metal for cash flow

React slow **** and get PLO

By the lone gunner who took revenge for his brother

Who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner

A new year is dawning

New crews is forming

Rival gangs warring

Blood steadily pouring

The streets are deep, son

Every day is like a rerun

So I reach out and try to teach one

But eighty-five percent uncivilized content

No tolerance

So a life time is spent behind a cage

Bent, smoked out on a park bench

Killer instinct, slave rap, **** get lynched

So yo break that **** arm fast as a fuck

Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck

To all you slow footed penguins

Ducking from these hot rocks that's flaming

Chocolate for all you rap Damian's

Spraying cards espionage

Dodgeball, square hard

Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards and a mink in

Next album, blood on chef apron

Keep a Gambino Playstation in your play pen

Discovery Channel

Cast the Book of Daniel

Coke blunts hot as a fuck swatted bamboo

High school dropouts

Baseheads get knocked the fuck out

On the regular

For robbing a good **** house

Rough cut raw doses

The unexplainable

Hot rock lava

Gringo throw the Frozen Gladjé

What you know about this

Specialist, armed dangerous

Hit you close range with this madness

Unique design shine like a deep fish

The beat kick technique split all your weak shit

Yes, the rhythm, the rebel

Alone in my level

Heat it up past the point of boiling metal

Living legend

Veteran known to set trend

Lethal weapon

Step through your section

With the force like Luke Skywalker

Rhyme author

Orchestrate mind torture

Live performer

Bit the mic, sayonara

Borderline to insane

I rain fire water

Tape recorder

Can't be saved by a court order

I got my sword across your throat, you joke

We on the run with the golden guns

Get you none

When it reach out and touch someone

Blaze they buns

Now I'm guilty by association

Times of blackness eclipsing the sun

Target practice

Commence when I throw these darts at these rappers

Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your mattress

Hold me down, Wu blood kin, I'm going in

Shooting bullets at the top ten

Rhyme concoction

Blend like chameleon

All these **** want cheese

Is we mice or men

Word up

We can go platinum but then

Still can't get no satisfaction

Once again back on the block, crumb snatching

Blowing backs in cold

Blunted non assassin

Time for action

Johnny Unitas handle that like arthritis

Still hold a golden touch like King Midas

Drowning problems in Heinekens imported from Holland

Getting boosted off of killer bee pollen

Stone columns get trapped by drum tracks

Mac loud as gun claps

Pin a crab to death with a thousand thumbtacks

The Wu sensei fold

It beets the Wind Ninja scroll

Soul edged blade controls your Interpol

The fig newton

Fruit from the forbidden tree root

I stay secluded in the chamber, training new recruits

With Fatal Guillotine

The black hooded team what it means

When bullets scream from the hot Glock like rock from a sling

Pushed through like George Bush's operation whoops

Shots get popped on the block 'cause them blood to gush

From digital to analog

The Wu wear camouflage

The entourage squad be stomping through Zanzibar

Like herds of cattle

RZA plays the wall like a shadow

Connecting Brooklyn Shoal like the Verrazano Narrows

Stash the cream though

Ice-a-tolla ice style gleamer

Lex graffiti name Remo

Hold 'em, we rolling asking me though

Raps is hotter than hot tamales in Toledo

Pussy, that shit she passing off to me though

We was Ajax **** with an axe, Maximal

You could crash a meal

Got you back still

Scold 'em and fold 'em like they thousand dollar bills

Sit back eyeing y'all **** out

Fakes that delegate, we spitting fire out

Verb burglar

Design the Wally shoe store reserve

A jet status

Guyanese bird up on my mattress

Watch me mack this

Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion

Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick

Strong approach like magnets

Custom wood crane name

Styling rich

RZA made the waves in one chain

Feeling mics like wheeling a bike, slide like

Step on his Klondike

Get your dart right

We moving on it like wind breaker **** get they face broke

Jury get snatched

Magazine right on the low

Fuck y'all cats