[GZA]
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An MC stepped to me, lying about one
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Kid that rolled with him who died in the outcome
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Thinking he could get with me, gain victory
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When the season's all on his beef was hickory
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The situation at hand still remained critical
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The check analytical, reaction was pitiful
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He pushed his pawn up, yo that's a wrong move
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A hog move, some rap cat on dog food
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Microphone competition we devour
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You pull plugs but take no source of power
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Cause then in MCing, the contours of the land
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Intricate architects that's linked to a plan
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The W U hyphen T A N G
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My rap flow automatic and never empty
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Don't tempt me, quick to bust off another
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Flee in that direction you could get it from my brother
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At least then you know that you up against G-O-D
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So when we throw those grenades you better be
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Ready, not iced out and petty
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Netfall couldn't match one oil drop from Getty
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That's ran by the icon who just left Exxon
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And spilled oil so he could cash checks on
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The strength cause local niggas be hating
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But the sound still travels from state to state and
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No dress code, boot, hats and all metal
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Strictly hip hop underground and all ghetto
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So catch it, throw it on your plate and scratch it
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Mix that [shit], y'all niggas can't do [shit]
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[Chorus 2X: Governor Two's]
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Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
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True gangstas we run New York City
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We come fi takeover the industry
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Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we
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[GZA]
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How come so much rap [shit] sound so similar
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Is it confusing for you to remember the
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Originator, paint sprayer, crafts innovators
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Quick close ups of the artform's lightsabers
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From tapes to decks, beats with raps, streets with gats
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Speaking of tracks, I've ran plenty laps
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The crates were packed, Farms were Phat
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Thieves would chat to stab my back, detect many traps
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Hazardous enterprise, the youths energized
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Not seeing the truth till it's in your eyes
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Burning, you learning to power your rhyme
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Exert maximum damage in minimum time
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Road L's are lit, my spears start to hit
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Strange translation of words of wit
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Through the cable transmit' and once the shoe fit
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Unlock the secret of prophecies and that's it
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Stay submerged deep as we cruise the seas
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Beneath the Surface just like Adidas and Lee's
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Or a croke head that used to walked the length
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From Brooklyn to get a beat on 43rd and 10th
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And that's just a short trip to flip without a whip
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Tried to shop this most extravagant gift
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To a cat who wasn't hemped and never opened doors
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Till he accidently seen it on the shelves of stores
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That's more frightning than strikes of lightning
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Tearing up the storm in your average college dorm
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So think about it when you trying to flow
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When you wanna step to us I think you should know
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Highway Robbery
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Genius/GZA |