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YoyoyoyoyoYO! Yo |
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Is the niggaz ready for this son? |
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Niggaz ain't ready for this ok |
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One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man) |
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Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it) |
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Lyrical threat |
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Representing Wu-Tang |
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Slang, ninety-five |
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Hittin it live |
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You know what time it is |
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Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw |
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Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war |
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Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they got |
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when they rush, built like construction tools |
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Crushing fools, in twos |
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Forced dude to blast you out your fuckin shoes |
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A South swap with the bombs I drop |
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Plan A to terrorize you can't stop the plot |
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Execution of an amateur, who dared to challenge the |
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Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur |
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Truth is my shield, show and prove I reveal |
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Reality, a coldness the heart can feel |
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Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five |
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But I survived in these hard times I nearly died |
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Now I'm wanted by death I did escape |
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Now it's thrown on a tape with those who can relate |
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Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase |
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Hits takin place, yo God, watch the Jakes |
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Out of state court dates, chase me with the warrants |
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For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence |
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The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from |
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Coming through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son |
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So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal |
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Potential witnesses are incapable |
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of testifying, I won't be frying in the chair |
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Plus the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and safe clothes |
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I make foes, exasperates then, I make friends |
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Cause today's friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end |
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And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck |
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Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects |
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No one on this earth, can hold me |
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No one on this earth, can fool me |
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No one on this earth, can grip the mic |
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Like, I, do, nigga |
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You ever, feel, that you can |
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Test me, you got to face the Clan and |
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Never, return to the mic again |
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There's no one in the world |
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Let me at them! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum |
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Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger |
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Tongue in your throat is swiss cheese |
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The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder |
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Wu-Tang killa bee aimed at your brain |
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with my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya |
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Thirty-six chambers of anger, frustration |
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For waiting, to let loose on the nation |
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Far from commercial no need for no rehearsal |
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Hit you from all angles then form a circle |
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Go against the grain within close range |
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when I Slam, like Onyx, come get some, that's a promise |
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I'll represent, here's the evidence |
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Science of mad murder plates I make sense |
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My technique of speech is deep, like Leviathan |
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Hittin up your block with rhymes, like a firing |
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Shooting for the platinum, then bring it back to |
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the same place I got the gat from, let me at them |
