[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
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Yeah, six o'clock in the morning
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That's right, you gotta get your darts right
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Spray ya'll niggas on some marksman shit]
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[Ghostface Killah]
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I got ready to graze
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Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy
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Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin' me
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The whole place was standin', G
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What they chant, we was family
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Jumped in the crowd and I swam to sea
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Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me
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Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all three
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Say, yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
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Versace, banana color robes and my socks be
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Them Billie Jean shits and they real Rocky
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The fans can't knock me
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I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me
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Plus I'm cocky, bitch
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[Streetlife]
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Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face
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Cop patrol couldn't control the place
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I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate
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The signs up, yellin', "We love your tape!"
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I'm sorry I took so long, didn't mean to make ya'll wait
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But good things take time to create
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You can find me, in your studio
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Half baked, eatin' ganja cake
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Tryin' to make my next release date
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With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate
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You know a brother bond is hard to break
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When we perform we cause the Earth to shake
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Ain't nuthin' change, it's still those same niggas you love to hate
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GZA...
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[GZA]
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I set examples over amplified samples
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That's scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample
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On those fell victim, body loss they souls
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These beats when I picked 'em
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Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold
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RZA paid the roll, GZA buries the scrolls
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Then months later it was, then years later it was
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Written on loose leaf, that old formula
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That was stolen by new thieves
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The journalist watched it, critics couldn't knock it
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A piece of history that they carried in they pocket
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With the time factor, speed was the order of the day
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What a delay, they were able to, what he would say
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Why waste the slot time, of the ridiculous rhyme
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That's only excused by a generous mind
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I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans
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'Til I turned rap villes into harvested lands
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Silent
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Genius/GZA |