[INS]
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Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you
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All the way from the slums of Shaolin
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Special uninvited guests
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Came in through the back door
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Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!
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Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances
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Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras
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Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus
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Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas
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Scandalous, made the metro panic
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Cause static, with or without the automatic
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And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it
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It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard
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[Raekwon]
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Ayo, ayo
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Waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin
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Slay em in the eighth inning
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Stay truck, god stay playin linen
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Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that
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Mink jeans on, seen where the real at
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2000 zitos, movin wit a ill ego
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For real, for real, ill lines, ill people
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Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians
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Pollyin deals, monopoly and bills
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Y'all niggas lyin
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Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach
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Go broke, all seen, done it
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Words from the heavy set
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If I don't eat, then we already met
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Fly ass bro, liver than coke
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[Meth]
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Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill?
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Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
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Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
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Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell
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Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video
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9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial
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Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals
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Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital
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Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
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My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing
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Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in
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Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in
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[Masta Killa]
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That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico
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Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko
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My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow
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Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle
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One in the head, this is code red, man for dead
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X amount of lead spray from the barrel
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Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll
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Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit
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To make my niggas from East New York flip
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[Bobby Digital]
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Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
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Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!)
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You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper
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And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!)
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Y'all might just catch me in the park playin chess, studyin math
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Signin 7 and a sun (BOBBY!)
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But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint
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Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!)
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[Ghostface]
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Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting
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Your socks hangin out, yours is talkin
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Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy
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Sport my old Force MD furs in the 80's
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Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
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Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me
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Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks
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Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots
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I'm nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out
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Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out
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[U-God]
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Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips
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Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips
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Alabama split, hammer slay quick
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That David Banner gamma ray shit
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Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
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My powder voice, Snow White stiff
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Verbal killas, gorilla grip
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God body shit, puff Marley spliffs
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[Cappadonna]
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You might see me in a 6, that's not my style
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You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child
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I be in the benzo, keep a low profile
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Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile
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Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild
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I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild
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I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game
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Live life to the fullest, still want more fame
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Darts on layaway, beats on standby
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Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime
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[GZA]
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Run on the track like Jesse Owens
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Broke the record flowin, without any knowin
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That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay
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It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ
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A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground
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Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound
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The best time yet still 7.0
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Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow
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Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)
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Wu Tang Clan |