Wu-Wear: The Garment Renaissance

Intro: Method Man Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you want baby It's what you neeeeeeeed Verse One: RZA Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles Nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical Insulated thermal Wallabees drain they co four butt solos Photographic prototype static-free motivated soldier Or Wu say boulder head flower You can detect the true and living God from his aura Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate And drunk grape concentrate, with sodium benzoate Fried the chicken thighs in triglycerides And his bitch advertised her breast size Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes Then he became highly civilized And spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance And stopped wearing Benetton Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear Chorus: Method Man Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you waaaaaant Verse Two: Cappadonna Pelle Pelle had the top dresser One man catalog the London Fog casual hog Bear denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king Everyday, DLO jacket equipped with the drawstring Fila supply big daddy Starter hat, The brown-skin derby match the Tommy Hill; Advil Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cappa fleece wear One wear plaza, Donna hold the best of all year Plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear Verse Three: Method Man Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Just come see me Satisfaction guaranteed baby Just hold your own baby And just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind Feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low It goes Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece Hard time and killer tactics Repeat 2x