Crushed Egos

You've practiced 20 years? You must be extremely good then Perhaps, you try with me Come and taste my seasonin', chef, the cooking that is marvelous Back over the stove, makin' your mouth water, you starve for this Exclusive sneakers with hard denim, heavyweight A neighbor illustrated Alex Haley with paper (paper) Waves spinnin' like the Titanic, come take a float on Silky like King Henry, the aged robe and lace string Restaurants with skeleton keys, it's big business Well-groomed and elegant posture is real dapper Status is gigantic, culture's alpaca Meetings in the Vatican, drinkin' scotch with the muscle milk Praises go to Ason, the dynasty Mr. Russell built Feed me royal shottas with glocks, clean 'em with GT oil China dolls from Bangkok, we bang 'em, train 'em and make 'em loyal Trees stank, she come kiss the top of my Yves Saint Wise-Universal Tang when I bang Grizzly with the big bank, it's five stars, y'all, when I call rank Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang trust These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust This ashes to ashes, to dust to dust This devil they can see, they cannot fuck with us, Lord Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang trust These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust This ashes to ashes to dust to dust This devil they can see, they cannot fuck with us, Lord Rifles out, bear like the Russian Octagon tuggin' silk drawers frontin', while her head stuntin' More saints flood the garage Man the goats launchin' charge cards from Africa Catch me in the hookah lodge Brains linked, twisted cohibas, say the seeds bang Coffee pots with graveyard rings, flippin' Gs Yankee hoodlum on the top of the charts Dart throwers, they're sharks Everybody wanna know when my gun barks Non-athletic, anti-semetic, synthetic rappers get no credit Pathetic septic lines, incompetent styles not embedded Wu-Tang slang bangs in your brain, this is not genetic, prophetic Unadulterated talent while y'all talk that bullshit rhetoric Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang trust These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust This ashes to ashes to dust to dust This devil they can see, they cannot fuck with us, Lord Where's the money? Talk, uh