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Are we not the strongest? Huh?
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I say we move with power and strike now!
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[Intro: U-God]
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Yo, it's like this, yo
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[U-God]
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When I'm locked down I use Timbs as my shower slippers
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I'm in the background, mingling with the powder flippers
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In the basement, hard body, power lifters
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I crush shower in the sifters, see how I lift her?
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Universal God, I stay scientific
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The Kid with the Golden Arms, Iron Fister
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Stay Asiatic, so cinematic
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Noise in the attic, bang out with them automatics
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It's hood politics, that bring the hunger back
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I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack
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Check the catalog, put out a hundred packs
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Watch for drug sniffing dogs, they coming from the back
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I'm straight thunder clap, the funky drummer's back
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It's pure Dopium, give 'em a heart attack
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I stay stacking plaques, like ancient artifacts
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Joe Namath in the game, I'm the quarterback
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Yo, eight balls of coke, blunt to the greenery
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Pounds in the trunk, get you a concrete scenery
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Hand made ox'll get you duffed in the mess hall
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Snitch niggas run to C.O.'s to confess all
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This is street knowledge, now that I school college
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Like a speech from The GZA, sharp like The RZA
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Go run with a scissor, nigga, the true fizzer
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Truth number, drop a few jewels in the booth
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Used to boost cracks, stuff 'em inside of a tennis ball
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And throw 'em when they rushing the block, trust no cops
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Driving around with two mitts in my socks
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Cooked coke'll get you more trouble then money
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Don't crawl with the dust juice, the pigs is hungry
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You think they ain't watching, they watching, while you uptown copping
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Back home, while you cooking and chopping
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They scheming on the block, waiting to get it popping
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[GZA]
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He had a sword and an ax that cuts
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Under a robe that was woven from silver and gold and waxed it up
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His army was so great, the quantity
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His crops and life stock, boost the economy
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Many will travel by boat to see him
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His image adorn most schools and coliseums
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A merchant hustle those silk and velvets
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Portrait illuminated when the torch was well light
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Picture so beautiful painted, that
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One thought agree to move, cuz it will leave a mood
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Or energy, you see his wife practice yoga
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Made herbal enhancers that have saved the soldiers
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God with treasures, in the chambers, halls and votes
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Well prepared for all assaults, heavy guarded village
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Armed with the sharpest weapons, designed to pierce
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And cause blood spillage
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[Masta Killa]
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From a young teen, my murder team inspired by crimes
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See Allah Just' granted permission, for my position
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So now I write rhymes escaping this repetitive cycle
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Swinging dimes, losing time, doing hard time
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Teaching ya'll mathematically, come see
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The epitome of what you wanna be, M.C.
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My semi auto gun, mandatory at the sound clash
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The mic touch, dance mouth shut, pounds of the best
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Green, glass bottles of Don, I sip the liquor slow
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Flow so devastating when I go solo
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Even when I'm dolo, pretty gun I'm holding
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Head swollen off the solid gold soul
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Iron Mic Pole beat your face like you stole something, trust me
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Livin' life royalty, all wise and healthy
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Welcome to the best of me, from knowledge to infinity
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Never stopping my trajectory, I'm galactic
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[Cappadonna]
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Yo, peace to all of the Gods and all of the earths
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We've been building like this ever since the first day of birth
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The more I start to build, the better I feel
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Keep ignorant niggas from me, use dummies for shield
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You not God body, son, you just garbage and real snotty
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Cherry head gaylords still stuck in the lobby
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This the first now born, son, I'm blessed with mad lessons
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Conquer crazy devils, my mind is a weapon
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You can't fast with me, and avoid the swine
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You degenerate MC, I'm the best of mankind
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Allah U Akbar, straight jews and real stars
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I'm down with The RZA, got help for the widow son
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Pop off on you, you ain't nothing to me dunn-dunn
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Original Taizeen, holy water, the Visine
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Designated wordplay, God respect my dean
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Shine on little stars and respect the queen
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[Inspectah Deck]
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New York Giant, call |