[Intro:]
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Take that motherfucker
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GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!
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Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz
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Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
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Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
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Bring that fuckin meth in here
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Yo yo yo yo
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Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain
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and yo, set it off
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[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
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Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
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Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
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As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
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but giving you more and more, like ding!
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Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
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Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
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A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
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Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
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Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
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Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!
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Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
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Raw sound, we going to war right now
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So, yo, bombin
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We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
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Save ya breath before I bomb it
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[Verse Two: Method Man]
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I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
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I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
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So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
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Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
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And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
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I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
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The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
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I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
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PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
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So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical
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On the chessbox
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[Verse Three: Inspector Deck]
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Yo, yeah, yo
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I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
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The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
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Murderous material, made by a madman
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It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
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From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
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Representing with the skill that's iller
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Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear
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The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware
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Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
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Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
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Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
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Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode
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[Verse Four: Ghostface Killer]
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Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
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I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
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Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock
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I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
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I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
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Flashback's how I attacked your whole project
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I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die
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My seed'll be ill like me
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Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
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I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
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So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
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Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave
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[Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA]
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Yo
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Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
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While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
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I bring death to a snake when he least expect
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Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
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Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
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Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
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Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil
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The pencil, I break strong winds up against your
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Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick
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Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
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[Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard]
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Are you, uh, ah, uh
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Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah
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The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH
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Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
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Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
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Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves
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Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
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I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
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A carrier, messenger, bury ya
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This experience is for the whole experience
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Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE
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[Verse Seven: Genius/GZA]
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My my my
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My Clan is thick like plaster
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Bust ya, slash ya
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Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer
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Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
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I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
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I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
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Like getting smashed by a cinder block
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Blaow! Now it's all over
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Niggaz seeing pink |