[Ol Dirty Bastard]
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What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
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I'm the Osirus of this shit
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Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
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It's like this ninety-seven
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Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
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Let's do it like this
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I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
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Let's take it back to seventy-nine
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[Inspectah Deck]
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I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
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and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
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mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
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Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
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Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
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tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
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I inspect you, through the future see millenium
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Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
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Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
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Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
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Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
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Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
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Heads by the score take flight incite a war
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Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
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Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
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Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
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Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
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Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block
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[Method Man]
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As the world turns, I spread like germs
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Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
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It's my testament to those burned
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Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
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on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
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Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
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and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?
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In the line of fire holdin back, what?
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My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
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Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
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It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
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Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
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clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
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You wanna think twice, I think not
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The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
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Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
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Rip through your slums
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[Cappadonna]
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I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
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Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks
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Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin
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Tell your story walkin
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Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
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Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
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So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
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My deadly notes reigns supreme
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Your fort is basic compared to mine
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Domino effect, arts and crafts
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Paragraphs contain cyanide
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Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
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catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods
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[Ol Dirty Bastard]
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The saga continues
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Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
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[U-God]
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Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
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The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
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We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow
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For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war
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Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
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Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
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Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
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The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
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A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
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A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
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Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
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My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
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My music Sicily, rich California smell
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An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
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I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
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Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king
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[RZA]
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Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us
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A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
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Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
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Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
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My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
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to the top of your cerebrum cortex
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Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
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Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
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now terminal, like Grand Central Station
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Program fat baselines, on Novation
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Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation
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[GZA]
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War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
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Many of the victim family save they ashes
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A million names on walls engraved in plaques
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Those who went back, received penaltie |