GZA — Crash Your Crew

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew [Verse: GZA] Let's drink wine from the purest grapevine and rhyme Out my motherfucking mind Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line Catch juice from the lamp pole Fifteen twenty-inch woofers blow the manhole Made the street crack, massive feedback Allah Math spin the beat back The crowd look while the stage shook Carpenters made errors Craftsmen had his head severed Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tons of snow Wrote this rhyme in video, verbal assassin Blastin, exploit your break through explosively Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously Gain control, 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 try to set afloat, thousands that show Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow But one individual they forgot to frisk so Now his pursuit is not without risk A special no thanks for being flank While journalists stay runnin in front of tanks Flew out first class, came back, closed task Rough path surfaces, no math Military campaign, bust shots, cause inflammation of the brain Beat Crazy Eddie insane Feel the pain, niggas reign [Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew