[beez buzzing]
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[Warcloud:]
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West Coast, West Coast
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Killa Beez
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Antlers, hammers and hacksaw, the wizard
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Poetry of a man with no name, America
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Cement mixed walled and born in ice cream
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Holocaust the Minnie, greet with bloody handshake
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Wu Empire and colleagues, luxurious
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You torn like tape off football helmets, chip
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Four cups of crushed bricks, half cup of roses
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Smoke a green and yellow candycane
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Zombies still move through the college with orange teeth
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Pistols still pointed at the floor, spinal crumbs
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Blood hits snow and hard, scooped up in hand fulls
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Bathe in the river, the waterfall runs red
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Sasquatch, Yeti, battallion with one head
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In a lonely place, dollars, razors and marbles
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We break open forearms, Earth the last hour
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Out in the tea house playing a hand of spades
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Fist full of grenades, blow out the watch light
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Convicts rally at moon set, the last
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Flow stay smoggy, old carnival wind chime
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Sideshow freaks, belly dancers and gypsies
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One of the wood cutters, village Architect
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Eighty-eight sandwiches, Thurmos in a lunch box
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In a harsh realm, during the end of butterflies
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Flutter diamond moths, both with dusty wings
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Bodies lay soaked in a desert, throats gouged out
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Tongues spit out of their heads, I had a purpose
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Will you still love me tomorrow? Architect
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Will you still love me tomorrow? Holocaust
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[Timbo King:]
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Royal Famous, blame us
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Yo
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My first whip be a Chrysler
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So when you see me you say, "Chrys' is comin"
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Ice numbin ya neck, throw one of those
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Strong notes, Indian pose, flat footed
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Yo my back hearts, feel like them crumbled wings
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Bless by the Heaven kings, my crown piece seven rings
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Money to earn, money to burn
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Give some, lend some, take it, fuck it
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Be stingy off a stash if you have to
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Nigga, what? Flip a pack of if you have to
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Passion, pawn the shit, ya highest bidder
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Buy from the streets, cop at wholesale price
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Motel models, go tell five-oh
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Five-oh follow the black El Dorado
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[Crisis:]
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Who got that real shit niggaz blast to, bitches shake they ass to?
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Hit you up with the hood when we pass through
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Black Knights, Royal Fam got that hot shit (yo)
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Topless in the cockpit of my drop six
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.. in the cockpit of the drop six
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[Meko the Pharaoh:]
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Yeah, yo
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Give me beats like this I start burnin
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Wack MC's, ya still learnin
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Just like punk cops that rotate on ya block
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Millions of people was gonna hear the North Stars shot
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While the worlds rock mental, I hold presidential
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Bare essentials, Wu-Tang credentials
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Makin niggaz catch wind chills when my N.S. wind build
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Niggaz better get real
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Even though I stay pissy drunk, run with Kurupt
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In a red mini van fed tinted, smokin on that spinach
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All funny niggaz get planted
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I got that Long Beach shit like J. Bennett
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The rest of y'all niggaz sound like women
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Scared of my sword when it's given
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Y'all niggaz better stop pretendin
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Cuz the words like I'll speak, we'll keep 'em printed
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Kill or be killed is what I'm representin
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.. representin
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[Cilvaringz:]
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Yo, yo, check it, yo
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As 7 clouds form the storm,
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I baffle Gabriel the archangel with death, death to
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his first born, Earth mourns Wu Killa Beez on the swarm
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From the battleship throw darts that be acrid
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We ninjas, we backflip with tactics of antrax
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Arise like the novice from earth under canvas
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Of the Clan, fist to fist, kamikaze shock this
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Like Nazi documents Apache Helicopters strike down
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near the bunker of the Glocksmiths
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Shop the Dirty Weaponry, Tecs from the 70's
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Gone With the Wind, I slung mines within
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My men tackle dikes with the 7 deadly dicks
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Neglect my covenant, my government enslaves you to my
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Hall o Double Justice and bloodstains your judgement
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so prepare to be slain by the truth
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It's Blood for Blood When All Hell Breaks Loose son
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Wu-Tang Killa Beez from Shaolin Europe
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Black Knights, Royal Fam
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It's Cilvaringz, on
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Woodchuck
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Wu-Tang Clan |