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We are the g, o-d's |
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And we came to rock, the spot |
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Like ironman starks |
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They be the illest mc's, in the world today |
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Cappa raekwon and the r-z-a |
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So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear |
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Light your blunts and down your beers |
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Cause you could never **** with wu-tang killer beez... |
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Verse one: raekwon the chef |
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Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge |
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Knowledgists, street astrologists |
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Light up the mic god, knowledge this |
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Fly joints that carried your points |
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Corolla motorola holder |
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Play it god, he pack over the shoulder |
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Chrome tanks, player like yanks, check the franchise |
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Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives |
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Rapel on fakes like reflectors |
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He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career |
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We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna |
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Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo |
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And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break |
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Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like drake |
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Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing |
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Claim they doin the same shit we doin, **** your unit |
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It's the same style, rza trainable, jump the turnstyle |
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On the alley tried to challenge god for the new vials |
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Especially that, aluminum bat in the act |
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Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black |
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The mac-10 flex white cats like windex |
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Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts |
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The wally kid count crazily grands with our plans |
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Layin with my bitches and my mans in lex lands |
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We losin em, jet to the stash and now jerusalem |
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Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em |
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Low pro star, seven thick waves rock polar |
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Roll with the older god, build with the son and the star |
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Chorus: |
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All these mc's start realizing |
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That ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing |
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The wu is here to bring, you shaolin's finest |
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But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us |
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Verse two: ghostface killer |
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Mercury raps is roughed then god just shown like taps |
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Red and white wally's that match, bend my baseball hat |
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Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes |
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Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes |
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Voice be metal like von harper radio bubble |
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Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ |
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The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless |
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Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners |
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In the phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings |
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Body chemical cream, we burn kerosene |
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The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like nixon |
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Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in |
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Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive |
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I slapbox with jesus, lick shots at joseph |
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Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith |
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Money's rolex, with sparkles, chef ragtop is spotless |
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I'm iron man no cheap cash metal i'm steel alloy |
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True identity hidden inside secret tabloids |
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Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes |
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The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes |
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Yo jostling these cats while little j be deli-ing |
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Sip irish moss out of widelians |
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Chorus |
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Verse three: cappadonna |
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Give me the the fifty thou, small bills |
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My gold plate, my slang kills |
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My benz spills, whattup lils |
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Murder one dunn |
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Killer bee stung, guess who back home son |
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My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon |
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Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe |
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The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons |
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Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs |
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Let the gods build, pull up the grill |
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Check out the mad skills |
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Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it |
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And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang |
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Sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter |
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Spoil the rotten don is too good to be forgotten |
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High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked |
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Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot |
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Get yourself shot |
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Chorus |
