Artist: GZA f/ Ol' Dirty Bastard, RZA
Album:  Beneath the Surface
Song:   Crash Your Crew
Typed by: Kilahilz1@aol.com

[Intro: RZA, (GZA)]
Hey yo
Turn my shit up son too
(No doubt, I know exactly what you talkin about)
Do-do yo
(You know?)

[Chorus x8: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Gonna crash ya crew

[GZA]
Let's drink wine from the purest grapevine in Rhine
I'm a mothafuckin mind
Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line
Catch juice from the lamp pole
15 20-inch woofers blow the manhole
Made the street crack, master feedback
Allah math, sendin feet back
The crowd look, while the stage shook
Carpenters made errors, craftsman, had his head severed
Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tons a snow
Dopest rhymin video, verbal assassin, blastin
Exploit ya breakthrough explosively
Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously
Gained control, optomized the input channel
I set it relatively high for those on the pannel
CD with the durable, long-life cover
Very similar to no other
I've seen a million products that are slow, thousands that show
I observe with the patience of watchin a flower grow
But, one individuals they forgot the Crys so
Now his pursuit, is not without rest
A special no-thanks for being flanked
A journalist that stay runnin in front a tanks
Flew out first class, came back close cash
Rough task, servasist, no math
Military campaign, bust shots, cause inflamation of the brain
Beat Crazy Eddy insane
Feel the pain, niggas reign

[Chorus x16]

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Gonna crash ya crew
Gonna crash ya crew
Never you's gonna front
Can a platinum or gold inject me
Bitch I inject you 
With the shit that make you say yo Dirt Dog, true, true
Gonna crash ya crew