RZA - Try Ya Ya Ya

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed

You moving fast, reduce your speed

Weak producers, imitate my beat

When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet

You can't break me, you get deflected

Can't remake me, already perfected

Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it

Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected

I walk wit a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor

Slipped through these metal detectors with plastic German lugers

With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it

Stay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footed

Deadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps ahead

Spread like plague, plus I wire taped the feds

Brain wave manipulation, radios in my head

Sip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fed

Deflecting viruses, I'm overcoming biases

True lion of Judah, bout to reclaim the lioness

Devil expiration date, time to set the nation straight

You should pay attention to the words I articulate

You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed

You moving fast, reduce your speed

Weak producers, imitate my beat

When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet

You can't break me, you get deflected

Can't remake me, already perfected

Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it

Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected

Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodie

And let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie...

You now rocking with the best, Compton's finest with finesse

By the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the left

West Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroat

Bitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throat

Three wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowing chronic smoke

Turning corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folk

But the underground in the city life, it ain't a playground

I'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw down

My morals, and my values, retire up on the richter

Speak this vivid, so you clearly get the picture

And description of a real one, standing in your mist

I don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shit

Footprints of a legend as a I paint the concrete

King of the jungle, still no one can compete

With my entourage, call ya squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawn

Seven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long

You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed

You moving fast, reduce your speed

Weak producers, imitate my beat

When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet

You can't break me, you get deflected

Can't remake me, already perfected

Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it

Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected