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Yeah, six o'clock in the morning |
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That's right, you gotta get your darts right |
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Spray ya'll niggas on some marksman shit] [Ghostface Killah] |
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I got ready to graze |
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Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy |
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Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin' me |
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The whole place was standin', |
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G What they chant, we was family |
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Jumped in the crowd and |
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I swam to sea |
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Threw me to the back, surprise, |
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I still had my chains on me |
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Dana Dane, front row bitches, |
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I bang all three |
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Say, yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a |
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Jim Brownski |
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Versace, banana color robes and my socks be |
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Them Billie |
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Jean shits and they real |
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Rocky The fans can't knock me |
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I bench Coliseums while |
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Genius spot me |
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Plus I'm cocky, bitch [Streetlife] |
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Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face |
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Cop patrol couldn't control the place |
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I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate |
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The signs up, yellin', "We love your tape!" |
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I'm sorry |
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I took so long, didn't mean to make ya'll wait |
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But good things take time to create |
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You can find me, in your studio |
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Half baked, eatin' ganja cake |
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Tryin' to make my next release date |
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With Ghost, |
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Street, GZ |
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A, great minds relate |
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You know a brother bond is hard to break |
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When we perform we cause the |
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Earth to shake |
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Ain't nuthin' change, it's still those same niggas you love to hate |
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GZA... [GZA] |
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I set examples over amplified samples |
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That's scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample |
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On those fell victim, body loss they souls |
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These beats when |
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I picked 'em |
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Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold |
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RZA paid the roll, |
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GZA buries the scrolls |
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Then months later it was, then years later it was |
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Written on loose leaf, that old formula |
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That was stolen by new thieves |
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The journalist watched it, critics couldn't knock it |
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A piece of history that they carried in they pocket |
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With the time factor, speed was the order of the day |
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What a delay, they were able to, what he would say |
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Why waste the slot time, of the ridiculous rhyme |
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That's only excused by a generous mind |
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I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans ' |
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Til I turned rap villes into harvested lands |
