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Thread: Try Ya Ya Ya - Track Review

  1. #1

    Default Try Ya Ya Ya - Track Review

    Try Ya Ya Ya

    Digi Snacks

    Thea Van Seijen



    Try ya ya ya Ay ya ya ya...


    You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed
    You moving fast, reduce your speed
    Weak producers, imitate my beat
    When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet
    You can't break me, you get deflected
    Can't remake me, already perfected
    Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it
    Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected


    I walk wit a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor
    Slipped through these metal detectors with plastic German Lugers
    With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it
    Stay black hooded dun, Timberland footed
    Deadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps ahead
    Spread like plague, plus I wire taped the feds
    Brain wave manipulation, radios in my head
    Sip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fed
    Deflecting viruses, I'm overcoming biases
    True lion of Judah, bout to reclaim the lioness
    Devil expiration date, time to set the nation straight
    You should pay attention to the words I articulate



    Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodie
    And let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie...
    You now rocking with the best, Compton's finest with finesse
    By the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the left
    West Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroat
    Bitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throat
    Three wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowing chronic smoke
    Turning corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folk
    But the underground in the city life, it ain't a playground
    I'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw down
    My morals, and my values, retire up on the Richter
    Speak this vivid, so you clearly get the picture
    And description of a real one, standing in your mist
    I don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shit
    Footprints of a legend as a I paint the concrete
    King of the jungle, still no one can compete
    With my entourage, call ya squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawn
    Seven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long

    Last edited by beautifulcock; 04-15-2010 at 12:14 PM.

  2. #2


    RZA has a crazy swagger on this. It's like a message to all his rivals and detractors.

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