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Yo, uh huh |
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Wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang |
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Wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang |
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Wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang |
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Wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang |
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You think I'm kinda crazy, but I gotta few regrets |
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Livin like a king, with a pocket full of grits |
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We come from different worlds, don't you ever forget |
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I'm just a poor little white boy, showin my respect |
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Like willie mays |
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My eyes purple haze, my solar razor burn through shades |
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My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page |
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I glide like, hovercrafts on the everglades |
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Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher |
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Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture |
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Limited edition composition spark friction |
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Non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant |
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Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence |
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Wu original, true colors step from the melanin |
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The most high, most try, to get close by |
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And overthrow i, but choke, with they hopes up high |
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I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the richter |
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Flies sense to flock when they spot this live nigga |
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The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya |
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Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of medusa |
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Top ten, parley like cochran, it's often |
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Narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman |
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Murder rap, kill you soft like roberta flack |
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Words attack like a british bulldog, observe the stacks |
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You think I'm kinda crazy, but I gotta few regrets |
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Livin like a king, with a pocket full of grits |
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We come from different worlds, don't you ever forget |
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I'm just a poor little white boy, showin my respect |
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Now all pay tribute to this entity |
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A spark that surges through the undergrowth |
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Overwhelmin the populace from the entry |
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The wu-tang dynasty, has emerged |
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From this elite fleet |
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I was appointed to strike the vital nerve |
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Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words |
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Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe |
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Seeds of mc's at these fake ass industry niggaz |
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Feed off, the chrome mic tend to squeeze off and spray |
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An array of shots that travel downwind |
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Just respect pyrhiffic pen |
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As I send, the minds of the weak |
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To rise and take power I blew tower-ing over the land |
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As we stand, expanding our cream |
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A dollar to every grain of sand |
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Let the mind use the physical as planned |
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You think I'm kinda crazy, but I gotta few regrets |
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Livin like a king, with a pocket full of grits |
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We come from different worlds, don't you ever forget |
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I'm just a poor little white boy, showin my respect |
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Beirut |
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Try to comprehend check out my new suit |
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Gods blend aim take fire pure destruction |
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Dissapear from here, my year, drop the stupid lp's everywhere |
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Fallin out the sky tall sniper |
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Raps by cappadonna hit the countryside |
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Poetry whirlpool, rza and true collide |
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We produce article exception to the rule |
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We the black men that struck oil, the hardboiled |
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Cats that made that watergate thing go spoiled |
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The heavy-handed, locked down stranged with cyrus |
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Wu pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes |
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Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers |
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Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers |
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Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven |
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Slang reverand, put the best work in |
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Oh, baby |
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Oh, baby |
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Wu, yo |
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Oh, baby |
