[GZA]
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Designer and most of man
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stands the front-end loader
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hold enough weight that'll compensate the share-holders
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Powerful motor controls are mad stable
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No room for error, injury proves fatal
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Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel
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After blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change the wheels
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Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster
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There's always potential full-on scale disasters
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In the rec' [?] narrowly missin'
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My camp be forced into periless proposition
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We must come see ya, despite imminent danger
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Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar
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From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore
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Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore
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Nigga, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope
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On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes
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The magnitude of the devastation untold
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The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Insane flower, vein blower
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Aim and it's game over
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You know the name, flame-thrower
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Got the code to the game and I hold the main controller
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Soldiers from the jump, and today the same soldier
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I stay low, play close to bank rolls
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Parly with the greatest who walk the same road
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Oh you ain't hear? Ain't nuttin' new but the gear
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The crew of the year, kid too much to bear
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Find out what I'm about, know the legend
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The slight disrespect, of his name provoke tension
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No threat, bringin' the force like Bobo-fet'
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The old vet' WHOSE PRESENCE alone control the set
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I'm next level, ya best settle, bless Rebel
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I shine like a vessel, with strength to bend metal
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Guns, head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums
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The verse is murder one
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[GZA]
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We rhyme back-to-back, deangerous emcees
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Move on track-to-track 100 bar measure
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Lost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasure
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Agreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hood
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eventually they would
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Lay down the trademark with god that built wealth
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To dip-dive in the beehive was on self
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For the power struggle, never clown but did juggle
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The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble
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I thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moon
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on a camp-out, the kerosine lamp out, so we walked the road we paved
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with trails that left vinyl foot-steps engraved
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Sparring Minds
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Genius/GZA |