GZA — Crash Your Crew Video Version

[Intro: RZA, (GZA)] Hey yo; turn my shit up son too No doubt (know exactly what you talking about) Do-do yo (You know?) [Chorus x4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm gonna crash ya crew, I'm gonna crash you too [Verse 1: 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 Blasting, 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 running 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 [Chorus x8: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm gonna crash ya crew, I'm gonna crash you too [Verse 2: Hell Razah] Make sure you got your helmet on and strap it on tight Via satellite, I crash like Roswell, landed in a poverty hell El Israel, sipping cocktails, then we build like hammers and nails Verbal carpentry, rap getting rocked in road cells Economically, I give lobotomies, stay high off the finest weed Form a colony off the words I prophecy Brain damage you, crash your crew like Norfolk lawsuits Mayday, pull out your parachute, check the parables Drunk off the Absolute, get off my avenue Drove you over like the bulldozer Tell your cap'(tain) to train war soldiers Your whole camp get the cold shoulder [Chorus x8: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm gonna crash ya crew, I'm gonna crash you too