). I'm deadin' ya kids, and burn another blizz. What it is, what it is, wu-tang is for the kids. So niggas please, why y'all puffin' them trees. I'm damaging m. c. 's, oxygen, they can't breathe, fall
hip won't change the dial and I remember one morning at the Soul Shack, coolin'. In the outback, on the songwritin' ship. Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff. On the cloud I be relaxin' from last