Refrigerator P! lyrics

by

Wu-Tang Clan


[Verse 1]
It go, nice rap and Mic Tyson fans, no
Tight fashion, Mike Jackson pants
Dancing machine
Adamantium rapping regime
The sh*t you holding is dead colon cancer the cream
The slugs move everything around me, S.M.E.A.M
Huh? What the f*ck that mean?
Kick over the kids stroller n*gga Ruck that mean
Mean Gene Okerlund spoken the word of Kareem
So sacrilegious with the word, rhyme, gestures
Sold crack to b*tches in their third trimester
You know how it go
You know my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe
Never catch P on a girl song
I smack sh*t out your "We Are the World" song
Get a hater scary
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry

[Verse 2]
Yo
Shot somebody fam, clapped the nine
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
Raps divine father, father divine I
Conversate with the congregation that's relating with mine
You new to the one, two
Can't escape your fate
Great who can I run to?
True, words of nerds don't hurt me
Half man half machine, the team's Murphy
On and on 'til the break of dawn
Making Shaun mad she like, "Dad f*ck making songs"
n*gga the gun out
Gun pop and one cop say, "n*gga done dumbed out"
Get a hater scary
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry
[Outro]
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry
P!
I'm a hardcore hip-hop artist
I am, what I am
And that's what you get when you listen to Sean Price
That, you know what I mean?
I'm not trying to reinvent the wheel
This is what I do
You wanna hear that kinda sh*t?
You best to f*ck with me, 'cause I'm the best there is at what I do
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