| Song | Crash Your Crew |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | Beneath the Surface |
| 作词 : Grice, Hitchmon, Jones | |
| [RZA] Eh yo... | |
| Turn my shit up son too | |
| Yo [GZA] You know exactly what i'm talking about, | |
| Y'know? [Ol' Dirty Bastard] | |
| I'm gonna crash your crew (x8) [GZA] | |
| Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine | |
| An' rhyme out the mutherfucking mind | |
| Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line | |
| Catch juice from the ?land fo? 15 twenty inch woofers blow the manhole | |
| Made the street crack, master feedback ? | |
| Allah masters the beat back? | |
| The crowd look, while the stage shook | |
| Carpenters made errors | |
| Craftsmen had his head severed | |
| Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tonnes of snow | |
| Broke this rhymin' video | |
| Verbal assassin, blastin | |
| Exploit your break through explosively | |
| Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously | |
| Game controlled, optimize the input channel | |
| I set it relatively high for those on a panel | |
| CD with the durable, long-life cover | |
| Very similar to no other | |
| I seen a million tryin' to set a flow | |
| Thousands that show | |
| Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow | |
| But one individual thing forgot the ?fri show? | |
| Now his pursuit is not for digress | |
| A special note, thanks for being flank | |
| While journalist's stay runnin' in front of tanks | |
| Blew out first class, came back close cash | |
| Ruff class, surfaces with no math | |
| Military campaign, while shots cause information of the brain | |
| Beat Crazy | |
| Eddie insane *cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra...* | |
| Filled with pain -- niggaz reign [ODB] | |
| I'm gonna crash your crew (x16) | |
| I'm gonna crash your crew | |
| I'm gonna crash your crew "You never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me, bitch I inject you, with the shit that made you say, yo dirt dogg chew-chew-chew...." | |
| I'm gonna crash your crew |
| zuò cí : Grice, Hitchmon, Jones | |
| RZA Eh yo... | |
| Turn my shit up son too | |
| Yo GZA You know exactly what i' m talking about, | |
| Y' know? Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| I' m gonna crash your crew x8 GZA | |
| Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine | |
| An' rhyme out the mutherfucking mind | |
| Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line | |
| Catch juice from the ? land fo? 15 twenty inch woofers blow the manhole | |
| Made the street crack, master feedback ? | |
| Allah masters the beat back? | |
| The crowd look, while the stage shook | |
| Carpenters made errors | |
| Craftsmen had his head severed | |
| Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tonnes of snow | |
| Broke this rhymin' video | |
| Verbal assassin, blastin | |
| Exploit your break through explosively | |
| Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously | |
| Game controlled, optimize the input channel | |
| I set it relatively high for those on a panel | |
| CD with the durable, longlife cover | |
| Very similar to no other | |
| I seen a million tryin' to set a flow | |
| Thousands that show | |
| Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow | |
| But one individual thing forgot the ? fri show? | |
| Now his pursuit is not for digress | |
| A special note, thanks for being flank | |
| While journalist' s stay runnin' in front of tanks | |
| Blew out first class, came back close cash | |
| Ruff class, surfaces with no math | |
| Military campaign, while shots cause information of the brain | |
| Beat Crazy | |
| Eddie insane cracracracracracra... | |
| Filled with pain niggaz reign ODB | |
| I' m gonna crash your crew x16 | |
| I' m gonna crash your crew | |
| I' m gonna crash your crew " You never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me, bitch I inject you, with the shit that made you say, yo dirt dogg chewchewchew...." | |
| I' m gonna crash your crew |