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Rza: |
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You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock |
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fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box |
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Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock |
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Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop |
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Hell Razah: |
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Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied |
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Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide |
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Leave em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide |
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Without no clearence, I nurture this track like Amish parents |
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Got requests from retail stores, for my appearence |
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First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit |
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The hungry shark, contra hit, whoevers starting shit |
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Got as many rap soldiers for how much this record ships |
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Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make them forfit |
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Send a bomb rap fed ex inside ya office, |
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Son we build and deliver, came to build with the Gza |
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check the chorus from the Rza, the real album spitta |
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Me and my street team be holding congress meetings |
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Audio visual video treatments internationally speaking |
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Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you |
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It's the comming of the newest hip hop christ to pop you |
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Try the BDS and soundskins from war fans |
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Ya whole roster can't take on, one Sun of Man |
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Get ya street team, get ya sickest out, put ya posters up |
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Boost ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up! |
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Rza: |
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You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock |
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fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box |
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Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock |
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Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop |
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Gza: |
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Industrialize niggaz change soon as ya get in |
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Throw em on a auction block, CEOs bidding |
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Highest price paid, for those wack rhymes made |
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It's overrated, cut off, never reinstated |
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I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous tales |
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Feed the hungry MCs who be starving as hell |
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I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst |
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Who drank my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst |
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Full tank, with the premium quality raps |
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Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the trap |
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Ya cottonelle kids from scottsdale, ya cleanex |
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Looking like rockwell wearing V-Necks |
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Ya learn from this earn from this |
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Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this and burned for this |
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Extort from a thousands degrees of live MCs |
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I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas |
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Timbo King: |
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The microphonus, collect the bonus, aiyo we on this |
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House niggaz verse the homeless Ten to one, |
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Tim's the one Royal famous, the verbal painless |
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The dark gallery, million dollar pictures |
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Import from poor to riches, leanin on doors |
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We move across the broklyn bridge doing 60 |
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Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn |
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The Gza/Genius, Wu-tang we live long |
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Dreddy Kruger: |
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True indeed, I hook tracks like my seed |
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Persona, wack MCs do me notta |
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King solomon the great came to evaporate the fake |
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Yeah you, you know your power-U |
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Ya reconize the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu |
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Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted |
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Ya just been demoted, cause ya sweet and sugar coated, ya folded |
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Ya style is half stale and half molded, so mold it |
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Rza: |
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You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock |
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fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box |
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Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock |
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Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop |
