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Shit is traveling, hehe, yeah |
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Uh, and you don't dare stop |
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Come alive party people give me what you got |
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Uh, yeah, hidden gun spot |
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[Masta Killa] |
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It don't take long to write a song, when the beat is strong |
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Check the bicep, flex the tricep |
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When I hold a microphone, you can't take it |
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When I start to spit the dart, you can't escape it |
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Trace it, and guide for you to write ya next shit |
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Supposed to be bitten, and sent three times a day |
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Fully automatic word spray, hold 'em at bay |
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Red dragon slay, turn M.C.'s to souffle |
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M.K. outta B.K., flight outta J.F.K., on his way to the U.K. |
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Heard the fans wanna see me and GZA perform |
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When Math throw the "Liquid Sword" on, we gettin' on |
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[GZA] |
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Check it, darts fly, through the air, hit the M.C. |
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I lay 'em all out, til my clip is empty |
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No one can take the hate, from the Clan |
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We execute, carry out the plan |
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My pen glides across the paper, like skates on ice |
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Makin' rappers think twice |
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You don't want to enter this deadly chamber |
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Even on the same track, you still a stranger |
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Just the thought, raise the hair on your skin |
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And once you step in, you feel the forceful winds |
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Prefuse 73, lace the track, and the DJ |
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Put many cuts on your back |
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Even in the foreign land, we still reign supreme |
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Whether solo, or the entire team |
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All over the globe, we represent the hip hop |
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Hoes and forces are bound to get dropped, what? |
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[Outro: GZA] |
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Wu World Wide, GZA, Masta Killa |
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Saga continues... |
