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Artiste : Wu-Tang Clan
Titre : Crushed Egos
You´ve practiced 20 years? You must be extremely good then
Perhaps, you´ll try with me

Come and taste my seasonin´, Chef, the cooking that is marvelous
Back over a 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 VIII´s robe in late spring
Restaurants with skeleton keys, it´s big business
Well groomed and elegant posture is real dapper
Status is gigantic, coats is 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 5 stars, y´all, when I call rank
Egos are somethin´ that the Wu-Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas, y´all ´bout to get rushed
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC´s cannot fuck with us, Lord
Egos are somethin´ that the Wu-Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas, y´all ´bout to get rushed
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC´s cannot fuck with us, Lord

Rifles out, bear like the Russian
Octagon tuggin´ silk drawers frontin´, while her head stuntin´
Mulsannes 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 run
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 crush
These stupid jealous niggas, y´all ´bout to get rushed
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC´s cannot fuck with us, Lord

Where is the money? Ha ha...