[RZA] Yo... check check it
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[Tekitha] You can never defeat
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[RZA] Yo check the method of this shit right here one time
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[Tekitha] The Gods
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[RZA] Sparkin your braincells to the upmost
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[Tekitha] Impossible
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[RZA] Unlimited epidemics bein spreaded
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[Tekitha] You can never defeat
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[RZA] You know, we try and add on for y'all niggas
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[Tekitha] The Gods
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[RZA] Yo, yo
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[Verse One: RZA]
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Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
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Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant
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The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams
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Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen
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everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere
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Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere
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Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here
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Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
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Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants
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Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients
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Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp
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At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp
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Electric microbes, robotic probes
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Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips
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stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated
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Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated
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Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration
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Testin poison in prison population
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My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satan
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Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
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like Bartholemew, cause every particle is physical article
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was diabolical to the last visible molecule
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A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron
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Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron
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[Verse Two: U-God]
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United Nations, gun fire style patient
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Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation
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Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest
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We want sanitary food, planetary conquest
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Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit
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Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit
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Dreams is free in escape of sleep
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For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time
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The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind
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The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate
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the whole Babylon, times up, move on
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Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes
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opposed through the gate, case closed
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Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones
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were holding guns, we take flight with no fright
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and attack, never fear cause our words is clear
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What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
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Cause the last days and times are surely here
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Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones
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Divine minds bind, we unified as one
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Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit
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Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt
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[Chorus: Tekitha]
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For you to defeat, the Gods
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Impossible, you can never... defeat
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The Gods, impossible
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For you to defeat, the Gods
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[Verse Three: Ghostface Killah]
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Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit
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Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart
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Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba
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She'll be three in January, your young God needs you
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The ambulance is taking too long
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Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
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One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
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Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
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Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit
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Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
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When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
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In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
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He pointed to the charm on his neck
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With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
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I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
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Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
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Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
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With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
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She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
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Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
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Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
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Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
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Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
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In the back of a cop car, |