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I know why you're here... |
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You wanna test out hard with my kung fu |
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(No, I've come here -- and I need your help |
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Your steel darts, you still have them?) |
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What for? (because they have guns |
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That kill up to a hundred yards, very powerful) |
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My darts could beat a pistol? |
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(You wanna help or not?) |
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{Duh-deh-duhn... live and direct |
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We got the connect, we gonna ride |
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Deh-duh-duh-deh-duhn... deh.. deh..} |
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"It's what it is!" |
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[Masta Killa] |
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No question, sensational dart, no dollar superbs |
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Spoken word slang, throw them with perfection |
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Slick when he talk, simplistics, stand exquisite |
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Tiger palm smack ground, one man down |
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Got a few that'll kill right now |
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Bring his crown back with Kunta, one-two |
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The truth and the square, dare any man to stare |
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Down the eye of the barrel, like a needle to the camel |
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You will never enter, nuff ammo |
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Shaolin Finger Jab, stab the man running |
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Deadly sold delivery, stunning poetry |
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For the masses, solid liquid gasses |
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Gather to a bomb explosion, Sony eruption |
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Frontin' on Pelon, Lei Long'll get you swung on |
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Long barrel spinning rims on something foreign |
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Semi-auto flow spit forty five in the left grip |
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Right hold the mic tight, strike |
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With the force of Mike, when I'm speaking |
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[Raekwon] |
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Straight from the Hall of Justice, Hummers |
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Dirty bones, black 'Didas, black reefer in jars |
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We fly militant, brilliant thinkers, tanks |
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Yo, pull it together while we guzzle these drinks |
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We armed veterans, holding up swords |
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Driving Alfo Romeos, breaking down Sicily yayo |
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We seen the drama, drawing these heaters on cheaters |
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Shooting at bitches, hopping up domes for weight |
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We wild style gorillas, fly apes caught in Botanical Gardens |
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Trying to get back to the States |
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The harder they come, the harder we scrape |
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We coming back in jet lears, flying through the Tri-Boro today |
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What's really good, live niggaz go up beside niggaz |
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Mad bullets sit in your hood |
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We titanium vets, with jet fuel, vision the biz |
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We orchestrated like no other, word to mother |
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[Interlude: kung fu movie sample] |
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Say, why'd you have to ask me, there are many experts |
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(I know you, you're my brother |
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Also your darts are pretty formidable) |
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Heh, I must admit, it's fast as the speed of light |
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[Ghostface Killah] |
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Yo, I rock a black mask, homemade bottle of Goose |
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Toney moonshine his miracle herbs and African roots |
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Blow suits, slap A&R's, tapered your jaw |
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Had you chopping off your body parts like this was Saw |
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Cut raw, got the Fishscale flooding the streets |
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And Masta Killa's blowing girders outta crystal sheets |
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Slay beats, just the Verra' boss, Wu-Tang Holocaust |
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Fuck around, leave you with a mouth full of murder sauce |
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Broken, hanging off the cross with one nail in |
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Chuck meat, ya chicken bones is looking real frail and |
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Heavy, my seventy seven got suicide doors, my wrist |
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Chirped up with pretty rocks, with no flaws |
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Guns stay barking like pitbull spiting, it's frightening |
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How Ironman, ricochet lightning |
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Bob and weave, duck and squeeze |
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Why ya'll can't pop holes in the kids, holla! |
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"It's what it is!" |
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"It's what it is!" |
