Yo, yo...
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Chorus: U-God
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You can't hack the tactics
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Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
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You can't hack the tactics
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Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
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Verse One: U-God
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I make mean lean when I pump my spunk
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and hands of chump, of machine gun funk
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I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis
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Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas
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With rigormor', I hit you in the core and
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pop your legs well in the figure four
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You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin
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extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman
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Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune
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Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins
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Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea
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A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea
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Deep depths makes rappers salted
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Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in
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Lay down them lines with them hard hits
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And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments
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Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds
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Underground railroad RZA track lay it down
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I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement
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Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went
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It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled
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Five-star general, scars you want to angle
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Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer
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Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin
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Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings
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Chorus 2X
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Verse Two: Inspector Deck
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Yo
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I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes
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MC's are shot down long range with sniper aim
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No question marks, the session starts with sparks
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My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts
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Universal soldier, MO's the holder
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globe in both hands, born to be sole controller
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Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash
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Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph
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Best-seller compose a rough draft
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Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass
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Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse
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You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps
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Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless
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Hard targets, underground like black markets
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Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura
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Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border
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Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all
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Liquid Sword swingin slay all, I'm AWOL
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Chorus 1.5X
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Verse Three: Street Thug
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Wu-Tang be, killin you softly with this song
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You won't survive the outcome I bring Def Jams to your eardrums
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P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless
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Felony offenders catchin murder one charges
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Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases
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The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators
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I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y.
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It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin
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I be all you need to rock these mic devices
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Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle
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I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger
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High pursuit for the CREAM like the bodyguard from Bejing
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Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
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On your facilities, the penalty, DOA
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Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay
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Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped
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As we, travel the glove to put Shaolin on the map
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I show loyalty, to my fans fully
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Operational raps, that bust through your skully
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I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun
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From the land of the Slums spittin blades from my tongue
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Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
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Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker
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Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival
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My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
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Murder, underground beef for the burger
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P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of
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Semi-Automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket
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Inspectah Deck |