Lyrics
Chrous: Cal-Wu is all real pitch black, spittin albums for my niggaz and the bitches sittin way back. To all that doubted me listen up look at my name in bright lights thatz real.
Too many is dick lickin not enough niggaz or bitches listen to the words that they listen to. Ears plugged like scary movie time and time again, u want the bullshit mcz to do it again.. Bang yo skull take it 4 another spin, dip it out dip it in again and again. Cal-Wuz here to stop that not a nigga fall back, unstrap gat, clocked back, rewind back, right before the moment yo wig got pushed back, remember Cal-Wu don't play games got that... As oods stack up against me like gang signs darkness falls, and hell flame burns, Master Wu here to take control ya heard, the birds tellin the word stool pigeon or death crow quote the raven Wu forevermore... My foes peer at me wit a soar eye, as I soar above the competition up high. Upon wings of an eagle.... Magnificent in all itz glory..
Chrous: Cal-Wu is all real pitch black, spittin albums for my niggaz and the bitches sittin way back. To all that doubted me listen up look at my name in bright lights thatz real.
Lego yo ego, like lego my eggo, get mo cash buildin shit so easy like wit legos. Hop like rabbits from block to block, no cock blocks, no blocked shots, not a cop can cop the type of slang I drop... Mo than slang is slanged on the block, mo than dope is slanged on the block, to many bullets get slanged on the block... Too many rocked heads, too many rock heads, too many brain dead niggaz, get yo palm read, hold ya head, look now yo palm is red... Shed blood like reptiles shed their skin. Chameleon mix in wit the crowd, and then.. I got the remedy to this allergy, this alchemist mo fantastic than the form of 3 + 1... Got enough elastic to wrap the game in plastic just so I can get mo Richard, enough fire to blaze the fony johnny off stage, and enough guts to laugh in his face when he utters the word Sue, and I got mo blocks in a game than big ben. I'm coming wit the force of 10, 4 by 10, 40 xez nicer... now I got everyone wantin a slice of the pie, did u help me reach son Naw, get completely pissed cuz u gettin dissed son...
Chrous: Cal-Wu is all real pitch black, spittin albums for my niggaz and the bitches sittin way back. To all that doubted me listen up look at my name in bright lights thatz real.
Clock iz tickin, yo life ain't complete, u stand where u started right in the devils kitchen... U think no one listens, but the person u least expect always listen... Keep yo enemys closer 4 they may become friends of the future... Got the slave mind, cut the loose noose... Hold handz 4 too much black and too much love = power and bloodshed, hold hands 4 race is of no matter when we get together, the galaxy stagger and tremble in fear that we'll reach the ultimate level... Tranquility is the most complicated of simplicities are u listening most complicated of simplicities, but Master Wu got the Master Plan, know many Masters man, everyone wantz to be a Master man, no one wants to be the student, so when they came at a nigga hard itz like cupid - coming attcha wit a nerf ball can't even see my level not even at turf tall... I got the power can smash anyone wit a stack of flowers, make the call and watch em drop like the 2 towers, better yet Oklahoma bombadier dropping mo bombs in yo ear... The winds'll wisper that Wu was here.
