Genius - Labels Lyrics
Intro: rzaLot of people, you know what Im sayin, they be gettin misinformedThinkin everything is everything, that you could just get yourselfA little deal, whatever, youknowhatimsayin you gonna get on youGonna get rich. and all these labels be trying to lure us in likeSpiders, into the web, knowhatimsaying. so sometimes people gottaCome out and speak up, and let people understand, that you know youGotta read the label you gotta read the label if you dont read theLabel you might get poisoned...Lyrics: geniusTommy aint my mother*****in boyWhen he fake moves on a nigga you employWell Ill emirge off ya set, now ya know God damnI show livin large niggaz how to flip a def jamAnd ruff up the mother*****in houseCause I smother you cold chillin mother *****ers are still warner brothersIm ruthless my clan dont have to act wildThat shit is jive, an old sleeping bag/profileThis soft comedian rap shit aint the rough wittyOn the reel to reel it wasnt from a tuff cityNiggas be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeonsThey know their mics are formed at virginAnd if you aint boned a mic you couldnt hurt a beeThats like going to venus driving a mercuryThe capitol of this rugged slang, is wu-tangWitty unpredictable talent and natural gameI death row an mc with mic cablesThe epic is at a rush associated labelsFrom eastwest to atco, I bring it to a next plateauBut I keep it phat thoughYo, Im hittin batters up with the wild pitch styleI even show an uptown/mca styleWho thought he saw me on 4th & broadwayBut I was out on the island, bombing mcs all dayMy priority is that Im first priorityI bone the secret out a ***** in a sororitySo look out for a&m, the abbot and the masterBreakin down your pendulumAs I fiend mcs out with a blow thatll numb theA-ppendix, Im holdin more more weight than columbiaIndex interscope, we rca. clanThats comin with a plan to free aSlave of a mental death mc dont panicThrow that a&r nigga off the boat in the atlanticNow whos the bad boy character, not from aristaBut firin weapons released on geffenSo duck as I struck with the soul of motownWhile central broadcasting systems are slowed downYoure dirty, like that bastardIts gettin drasticRead the label and say it loudAnother wu bangerThirty-six chambers, to your areaYeah, the rza, phat tracks on a discRza razor rza razor sharpAnother wu-tang production kid, comin at ya
