Bài hát Take Up Space Báo Lỗi

[repeated in background throughout entire track] "He loves us"


[Chorus: Anne Peebles - sampled]

If you're not gonna take care of business stop takin up space

If you're not gonna take care of business stop takin up space


[Lord Superb:]

Eh-yo, it's Perb dunn

Wu, A.C.T., Chip Banks, Rakeem Allah

Come on! Projects, projects

Slums, bums, ghettoes

Large sums, yo


We read it all in the fan magazine

Hookers, pushers, lead magazine

I grew up in Queens around Pappy and 'Preme

Have my own dreams, cop a Caddy and lean

And Drag told me about the fans in rap

And after that talk all we said was that

I'ma keep pushin the trigger 'til ya head is back

Get rich off my songs, the hell with crack

And Jamel ran through every jail with raps

Tryin to push my voice on every reel and track

And I don't give a fuck if the reel is wack

I bring an old school MC feelin back

And we still in the hood with gats

And my goons ain't good with gats

And where you think you goin with the wooden plaques?

See, it ain't just me, the whole Wu is back

But you don't know what to do with tracks

And what can this industry do with trash?

And what the fuck you gon' do for rap?

I'ma do it for the kids, get a school, some cash

Fuck a chain, I'm jewel they ass

Like why play if the game don't last?


[Chorus x2]


[Solomon Childs:]

Yeah...

My vultures are signed and blinded by money getters

Players and pimps, ya ho chose me

Supposedly, that's how the game go

And ain't a difference in prison gats and ghetto walls

That's why we playin hard ball

This be perfections from my father's hustle

Shrimp and bustles and life's complicated puzzles

Grew up under the Older Gods, sits there with Cee Allah

Came from the same thug parts and drug parts as Tony Stark

I understand that the industry be under-handed

Underground and under-lined

Thank God, word, it took me so long to get signed

Climb out of a hell of a bind

That's why I still return around the way

Throw a toast to ya nose and ask what's mine

Forward my emotions of a supreme rap artist

Solomon Childs, New York protege

I've now been discovered

Adjusted, it was all in my kin, got me smothered

Wu-Tang for life, my brothers got me covered

Millionaire, billionaire status

Beef with police like Marshall and Onasis

Dealin wit uniqueness


[Chorus x2]