Artist: GZA f/ Dreddy Kruger, Hell Razah, RZA, Timbo King
Album:  Beneath the Surface/Wu-Chronicles: Chapter II
Song:   Hip Hop Fury
Typed by: Kilahilz1@aol.com, Tha Masta

[Chorus: RZA]
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box
Million right into ya bitch up in a Ziploc
Yo spazzola to this purest form of hip hop

[Hell Razah]
Here's somethin' to advertise, promoter keep the fans satisfied
More data for the disc-drive, ghetto city wide
Leave em paralyzed, for stolen every word I provide
Without no clearance, I nurture this track like I'm its parents
Got requestments from retail stores for my appearance
First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist with
A hundred shot cartridge hit, whoever startin' shit
Got as many rap soldiers from how much this record ship
Fuck them niggas you record wit, I make em forfeit
Send a bomb rap through FedEX, inside ya office
Signed the bill then deliver, came to build with the GZA
You heard the chorus from the RZA, ain't no real album spitters
Me and my street team be holdin' congress meetin's
Audio-visual video treatments, internationally speakin'
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you
It's the comin' of that newest hip hop, christ apostle
Try your BDS, and your sound scans for more fans
Ya whole roster couldn't take on, that one Sun Of Man
Get ya street team, get ya stickers out, put ya posters up
Boost ya budget up, still Razah gon' fuck it up

[Chorus]

[GZA]
Industrialized niggas change soon as you get in
Throw em on a auction blok, CEO's biddin'
Highest price paid for those whack rhymes made, was overrated
Cut off, never reinstated
I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed ya hungry MC's, who be starvin' as hell
I lay the first verse to quench a dry-ass nigga's thirst
Who drink my wisdom up like water, til his stomach burst
Full tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey Mouse niggas get caught in a trap
You cottonelle, kid from Tottenville, ya kleenex
Lookin' like Rockwell, wearin' V-necks
Ya learn from this, earn from this
Niggas get tossed and turned in this, and burnt in this
Scorched at a thousand degrees from live MC's
I melt y'all niggas down to the size of flees

[Timbo King]
The microphone is, collect the bonus, aiyyo we own this
House niggas verse the homeless, 10 to 1
Tim's the 1, Royal famous, the verbal painters
Dark gallery, million dollar pictures
Imports from port of riches, move darts
We cruise across the Brooklyn Bridge, doin' 60
Illegal drivin', from dusk to red dawn
The GZA/Genius, Wu-Tang we live long

[Dreddy Kruger]
True indeed, I hug tracks like my seed
Masada, whack MC's, do me nada
King Soloman the great, came evaporate the fake
Yeah you, ya know ya power-U
You recognize the voice, it's the nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
You just been demoted cuz ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half stale, half molded, molded

[Chorus]