Crushed egos chords and lyrics - WU-TANG CLAN

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[Verse 1]
You've [Em]practiced 20 years?
You must be extremely good then

[Verse 2]
Perhaps, you'll try with me?
[Em]
Come and taste my seasonin', Chef,
the cooking that is [Bm]mar [Em]velous
Back over a stove, makin' your mouth water,
you starve for this
Exclusive sneakers with hard denim,
heavy[Bm]weight
[Em]A neighbor illustrated Alex
Haley with paper
Waves spinnin' like the Titanic,
come take a float on
Silky, like King Henry the eight
robe in lace frame
Restaurants with skeleton keys,
it's big business
Well groomed and elegant
posture is real dapper
Status is gigantic,
culture's [B]alpaca[Em]
Meetings in the Vatican,
drinkin' scotch with [Bm]the Muscle Milk
[Am]Praises go to Ason, the
dynasty Mr. Russell built
Feed me royal shottas with Glocks, clean
'em with [B]tea tree oil
China dolls from Bangkok, we bang 'em,
train 'em [Bm]and make 'em loyal
Trees stank, she come kiss the
top of my Yves Saint
[D]Wise- Universal Tang when I bang
Grizzly with the big [F#m]bank, it's 5 stars,
[D]y'all, when I call ran[Bm]k

[Verse 3]
[Em]Egos are somethin' that
the Wu- Tang [Bm]trust
[Em]These stupid jealous niggas,
y'all 'bout to get [Bm]rust
[Em]This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These devilish MC's cannot
fuck with [Bm]us, [Em]Lord
Egos are somethin' that
the Wu- Tang trust
These stupid jealous niggas,
y'all 'bout to get rust
This ashes to ashes to dust to [Bm]dust
[Em]These devil they come see me, cannot fuck with us,[Bm]

[Verse 4]
Lord
[Em]Rifles out, bear like the Russian
Oc[B]tagon tuggin' [Em]silk drawers frontin',
while her head [Bm]stuntin'[Em]
[Am]Mo' sanes flood the garage
Man the goats launchin'
charge cards from Africa
Catch me in the hookah lodge
[B]Brains linked,
twisted Cohibas say the seeds bang
[Bm]Coffee pots with graveyard rings,
flippin' Gs
Yan[Em]kee h[D]oodlum on the
top of the charts
Dart throwers, they [F#m]shark s
Everybody [D]run when my gun bark[Bm]s

[Verse 5]
Non- ath[Em]letic,
anti- semetic, synthetic rappers get no credit
Pathetic septic lines,
incompetent styles not embedded
Wu- Tang slang bangs in your brain,
this is not genetic, prophetic
Unadulterated talent while y'all

[Verse 6]
talk that bullshit rhetoric
[Em]Egos are somethin' that
the Wu- Tang trust
These stupid jealous niggas,
y'all 'bout to get rust
This [D]ashes to ashes to dust to dust
[F#m]These devilicious see me, can[D]not [B]fuck with us,
[Em]Lord[Em]
Where is the money?