[U-God]
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Countdown...
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Are you ready? Are you mad inside?
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Got you strapped down to your seats
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Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
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God speed, approach follow my lead
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Firewinds gust, empire crush
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Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush
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Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul
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Soundwaves slay out the back, ?cave? smoke
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My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
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Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
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Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
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All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
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No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
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In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
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Nightwatch, pad mark
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Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
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Gimmie what it takes NOW!!
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[Chorus x2: U-God]
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RAGE ROCK ROLL FIGHT
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BRAWL FALL RUMBLLLLLLEEE!!!
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[Letha Face]
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The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
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Wit the possibilty to stop your walkin ability
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God forgive me, spark enemies wit pistol grips
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The missle tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick
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Official scripts strikes when physical hits
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You physical bitch, watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit
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Submit, subject to the wreck wartone, and thought poems
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Liver than WWF Warzone
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Walk upon ? tracks, bodies collapse
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Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
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Logical facts from the terror dome
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Spill from the guts, trail to you ?puss? from where you bust
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In God you now entrust
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Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck
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Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut
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While crowd round up
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[Chorus x2]
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Aiyyo yo
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I spit bars
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Travellin tremendous speed measurin far
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Been bustin satellites circlin Mars
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Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
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Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse
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Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
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Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded
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This music, is mind control like computer chips
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Been doin this for numerous years, refuse to lose it
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Wit turbo tactics, manuever like a trained soldier
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Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over
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Ayatollah, high roller nine totter
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Mind controller, 2009 time folder
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My coalition, bring the demolition
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Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no intermission
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Spittin hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks
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Makin million men march
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[Chorus x2]
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[Method Man]
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Yo, who got next? Meth got next
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I chin check, all these MC's line em up god, I go ? hard
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Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
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Police squads tryin to bogard, we rip and rob
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The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
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In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death, but scared to live
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So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
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Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me
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Slowly I turn, face the one and only
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Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
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Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch
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36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk
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Take that watch off and tuck your necklace
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City never sleeps, streets is restless
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Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it
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Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless
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Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
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I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy
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[Chorus x2]
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Rumble
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Wu-Tang Clan |