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[Intro: RZA & Masta Killa] Lot of people, you know what I'm sayin'? That be gettin' misinformed, thinkin' everything is everything You could just get yourself a little deal, whatever You know what I'm sayin'? You gonna get on, you gonna get rich And all these labels be tryna lure us in like spiders into the web You know what I'm sayin'? Sometimes people gotta come out and speak up And let people understand That, you know, you gotta, you gotta read the labels, you gotta read the label If you don't read the label, you might get poisoned (Bomb these niggas, God) [Verse: GZA] Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy When you fake moves on a nigga you employ We'll all emerge off your set, now you know, goddamn I show livin'-large niggas how to flip a def jam And rough up the motherfuckin' house 'cause I smother You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a brother I'm ruthless, my clan don't have to act wild That shit is jive, an old sleeping bag profile The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty On the real of real, it wasn't from a tough city Niggas be game, thinkin' that they lyrical surgeons They know they mic's a phone to Virgin And if you ain't boned a mic, you couldn't hurt a bee That's like goin' to Venus drivin' a Mercury The capital of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang Witty, unpredictable talent and natural game I death-row an MC with mic cables The epic is that I rush associated labels From east, west to ATCO, I bring it to a next plateau But I keep it phat, though Yo, I'm hittin' batters up with the wild pitch style I even show an Uptown MCA style Who thought he saw me on 4th and Broadway But I was out on the Island, bombin' MCs all day My priority is that I'm first priority I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority So look out for A and M The Abbot and the Master breakin' down your pendulum As I fiend MCs out with a blow that'll numb the appendix I'm holdin' more weight than Colombia Index, Interscope, we RCA Clan that's comin' with a plan to free a Slave of a mental death, MC, don't panic Throw that A&R nigga off the boat in the Atlantic Now, who's the bad-boy character? Not from Arista But firin' weapons released on Geffen (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown My central broadcasting systems is lowdown And dirty like that bastard It's gettin' drastic [Outro: GZA & Masta Killa] Read the label and say it loud Another Wu banger 36 Chambers Through your area Yeah, the RZA, phat tracks on a disc RZA razor, RZA razor sharp Another Wu-Tang production, kid, comin' at ya