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GZA: |
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Bobby said, "**** spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip" |
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Mental flip, we got a thousand tracks thought on a chip |
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Said he had mad toys to make noise |
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You split and separate drums like asteroids |
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The concerned producer sampled this question |
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Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression |
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When sound travel, it quickly grab you |
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And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you |
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Bugged out, tryin to think you can match this |
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The portrait's too graphic |
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Panaramic view for you, stamp Wu |
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The feature gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic |
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We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint |
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And who the nigga you annoint? |
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700 volts on the track to slay Murderous wordplay |
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displayed, for killin cascades |
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Throwin bullets in the air to test wind and which way the cyclone spins |
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Counter on clockwise, still civilized |
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Kill spies on the wall, |
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that still flies all dies |
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Masta Killa: |
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Give no extension on the lynchin |
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It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned |
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It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gun |
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And reveal how he really feel, confirmed |
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He'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough |
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I'm takin, breakin his wax |
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Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm |
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Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday |
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My ninjas lay in revines and ditches |
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Underneath shrubs and leaves |
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They breathed thru underwater reeds, the enemy walks above, |
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Clan remain subterranean mud |
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Off shore banks, tanks approach the location |
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Bombarded by the circle of death formation |
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Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude |
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Strikes Shatterin bulletproof |
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Helmets with scrap nail fragments of cell, |
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Inhale these venomous thoughs that I propel |
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Thru the north facility, the city must suffer at the hand |
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Of the Chief's command, volts is in |
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At 3 minute intervals the heat intenses |
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Deadenin the power from electrical fences |
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Defences are down, shake a nigga up |
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Bounce him off the sound |
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Killah Priest of Sunz Of Man: |
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You know what I'm sayin? |
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The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris. |
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We talk about sex, money and drugs. |
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(Ruled by power.) And y'all cats don't know |
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what it's about. (Love and power.) |
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It goes deeper than what you see on TV. |
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Killah Priest, come on. |
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Burnin desire, ebony eyes |
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Painted toe nails, legacys die |
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Drivin by the well, egyption queens, arabian shieks |
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Are paid to knock off rich kings, for the joy some sing |
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Graveyards filled with scarlet widows |
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Who stabbed they husbands, sleepin on silk pillows |
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Blood on they robes Disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes |
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Lambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats |
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like magic wands, castin spells |
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sendin niggaz to Hell Trappin they souls in realms |
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Baptize em with holy water |
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Springin on the heads of plenty witches' daughters |
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Interviews with the richest reporters Silent nights over the dividers |
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A 1000 muslim bibles for the cobler |
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Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada |
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For the love of God, guns make a loud sound |
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I'ma show you how thugs get down |
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Shoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down |
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Cursed nation, lost generation |
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X-Files, describe them in the future as cosmic rulers |
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Fallen angels from space intruders dyin saints |
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Blood spilled on the floor like wet paint |
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See it in the pictures, read it like the lost scriptures |
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Dissolve it with your 100 proof liqour |
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Njeri: |
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Ha, I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly |
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Threatenin the lives of those who threaten me |
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Lessenin my chances of defeat by predeterminin the victory |
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As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter |
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After the third one I heard my words shall be bombed |
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Regardless to anything or anyone |
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Because I die by the gun, my life has just begun, thought I was livin all alone |
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but I was wrong - this long road I have to travel |
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In countless battles these filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles |
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Kings, queens and pharoahs |
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Change to cattle I'm able to subtract the devil's arrow |
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Singin at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow |
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2 positions, horoscopes and tarots |
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Hark harolds, angels and Christmas carols |
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Raven images hang from the mantels man made slaves |
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And modern day babbles Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles |
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By wicked thieves and vandals |
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Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin candles |
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And rambled thru our castle, leavin niggaz shambles |
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Stole our golden sodas like some arab camels |
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We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo |
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With to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow |
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We went to Gretal and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackel |
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Children of my grand old daddy, have it |
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In mind were they lost in this wilderness blind |
