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[Wu-Tang movie dialogue] |
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The game of chess, is like a swordfight |
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You must think first, before you move |
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Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon |
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When it's properly used, it's almost invincible |
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[Verse One: U-God] |
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Raw I'm gonna give it to you, with no trivia |
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Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia |
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My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation |
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like the Emancipation Proclamation |
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Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead |
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you might as well run into the wall and bang your head |
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I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' |
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I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains |
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[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck] |
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Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire |
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Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah |
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I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from |
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is coming through with nuff niggas and nuff guns |
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so if you wanna come sweating, stressing, contesting |
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you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection |
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Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk |
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Phony niggas are outlined in chalk |
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A man vexed, is what the projects made me |
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Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me |
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Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler |
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with the drunk driver driving, there's no surviving |
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[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef] |
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Rough like Timberland wear, yeah |
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Me and the Clan, and you're the Landcruisers out there |
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Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks |
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Bald heads, braids, blow this hook |
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We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs |
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Black axe, drug dealing styles in phat stacks |
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I've only been a good nigga for a minute though |
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'cause I got to get my props, and win it you |
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I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth |
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lampin in a Lexus eating beef |
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Straight up and down don't even bother |
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I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill niggas fathers |
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[Chorus: Method Man] |
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My peoples are you with me, where you at? |
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In the front, in the back killer-bees on attack |
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my people are you with me, where you at? |
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Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats |
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[Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard] |
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Here I go, deep type flow |
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Jacque Cousteau could never get this low.. |
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I'm cherry bombing shits... BOOM |
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Just warming up a little bit, vroom vroom |
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Rappinin is what's happening |
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Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clapping and |
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At the party when I move my body |
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Gotta get up, and be somebody! |
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Grab the microphone go straight to the phone |
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DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone |
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Sure enough when I rock that stuff |
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Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff tough |
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rough, kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly |
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or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes |
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coming raw style, hardcore |
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Niggas be coming to the hip-hop store |
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Coming to buy grocery from me |
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Trying to be a hip-hop MC |
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The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang |
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You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang |
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Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck |
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Dirty Hoe getting low with his flow |
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Introducing, the Ghost..face.. Killer!! |
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No one could get iller |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Five: Ghostface Killah] |
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Speaking of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right |
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Mega trife, and you're I killed you in a past life |
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On the mic while you was kicking that fast shit |
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You reneged tried again, and got blasted |
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Half mastered ass style mad ruff task |
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When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask |
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Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack |
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That night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat |
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and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy |
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strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy |
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yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs |
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Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs |
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So grab your eight plus one, start flipping and tripping |
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Niggas is jetting I'm licking off son |
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(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!) |
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[Verse Six: Masta Killa] |
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Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty |
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What justifies the homicide, when he dies? |
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In his own iniquity it's the |
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Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at you |
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We have an APB on an MC Killer |
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Looks like the work of a Master |
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Evidence indicates that's it's stature |
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Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture |
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The flow, changes like a chameleon |
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Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger |
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This technique attacks the immune system |
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Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim |
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You scream as it enters your bloodstream |
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Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain |
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Moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede |
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and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKING CONTENDER |