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(RZA) |
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Eh yo... |
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Turn my shit up son too |
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Yo |
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(GZA) |
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You know exactly what i'm talking about, |
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Y'know? |
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(Ol' Dirty Bastard) |
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I'm gonna crash your crew (x8) |
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(GZA) |
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Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine |
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An' rhyme out the mutherf**king mind |
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Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line |
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Catch juice from the ?land fo? |
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15 twenty inch woofers blow the manhole |
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Made the street crack, master feedback |
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?Allah masters the beat back? |
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The crowd look, while the stage shook |
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Carpenters made errors |
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Craftsmen had his head severed |
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Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tonnes of snow |
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Broke this rhymin' video |
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Verbal assassin, blastin |
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Exploit your break through explosively |
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Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously |
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Game controlled, optimize the input channel |
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I set it relatively high for those on a panel |
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CD with the durable, long-life cover |
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Very similar to no other |
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I seen a million tryin' to set a flow |
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Thousands that show |
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Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow |
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But one individual thing forgot the ?fri show? |
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Now his pursuit is not for digress |
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A special note, thanks for being flank |
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While journalist's stay runnin' in front of tanks |
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Blew out first class, came back close cash |
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Ruff class, surfaces with no math |
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Military campaign, while shots cause information of the brain |
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Beat Crazy Eddie insane |
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*cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra...* |
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Filled with pain -- niggaz reign |
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(ODB) |
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I'm gonna crash your crew (x16) |
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I'm gonna crash your crew |
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I'm gonna crash your crew |
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"You never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me,bitch I inject you, with the shit that made you say, yo dirt doggchew-chew-chew...." |
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I'm gonna crash your crew |
