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This song is by RZA.

(Intro: Feven (RZA))
Stressed out in an exclusive

(This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere, bodododododo)

Oh my God, I think I'm a havin' a rap attack


Go ahead and call me suburban slums of the chick

Though you don't know shit about me
Black refugee, twelve'll automatically

Shit is funny, the way you think I'm on ya money

Seein' mathematics, you think I'm makin' stacks, son

After I eat, the release hit, the more mouthes to feed
Back in Ave., countin' my gift to Gap

No shame in holdin' CREAM, but it ain't what it seems

And now I know how y'all hate when niggas make the greens, nawhatimean?

See ya eyes bleedin' and envy Allah in Sweden

Britain Bahamans beemin' hatin' on my achievements, schemin'

And turbans, try to cause turbulence

And my essence, can't none of that shit touch my maintenance

Niggas all bling, bling, don't know how to handle the thing
It's not about how much ya earn, it's how you spend

And I choose life, before any God damn rights

Steppin' on some Satan shit, but I only fear twice

(Chorus 2X: Feven)

You on some hostile negative vibes

Negative lies, the style only makes me rise

To the top, mind states it and makes me wise

I'ma keep a step ahead and mesmurize


Growin' up I feel like an old soul trapped in a child's body

Mad strain on my brain but I kept most inside of me

For sure, was a quiet type and inside a drawer
Peeps tried to lock me out like, yeah, fun, it's for more

Straight outta war, couldn't ignore, scenes I was seein'

Quicker human being, part of Fam, by RZA, one would kill him

Couldn't feel him, period, had to get articulate

To express the mess, pen and paper and got blessed

Unless, I make my path straight, when I came, I ate
I be on some other shit, on the news front page

A heart filled wit rage, feel the pain after pain

Converted shit to positive things, I project on stage

Now they wanna hate on my shine, hate on my kind
Byut I know it's envy kid, I feel in my spine

Ain't nothing y'all can say or do, to make me change my point of view

You better change ya attitude or I'mma get this bitch, son

(Interlude: RZA (Feven))
This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere

(Oh my God, I think I'm havin' a rap attack)


My crouching tiger, gotta go hard, but still a fighter

I'm tighter, the son got problems facin' the facts
Survivor, y'all can keep yappin' on the cypher

I'm killin' tracks, do ya own things, pick up ya acts

Matter of fact, if this is for y'all to keep in mind


And sure ya on lead, whether ya hit this bleed

RZA ger dig äkta grejer (RZA gives you the real stuff)

If you ain't been through shit, how can ya know shit?

If you talk that shit, if ya get ya bones split

I been bitin' my tongue, every time I heard somethin'

But now it's on, and keep in mind where I'm from

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