| Aiyo, I make classic tunes, Killarmy, we the last platoon
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| My pen ignite the light whenever I write in a dark room
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| My rhyme be formin' out my mouth
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| But I don’t ryhme like I’m from the South
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| Drunk off Guiness Stout, 95 Route
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| Re-energize my clout whenever I’m out and about
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| I target all you analog cats dressed in all black
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| I Starr like Fredro whenever I’m strapped
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| Swing bats, never laugh, I’m a mack
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| Valour Gucci hat, I told The RZA, «I'm bringin' Wu-Tang back»
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| Feel the rapture when I capture all smackers
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| Verbal back slasher, pull out my blade faster
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| '94 flow, tour from '94 with no flaw
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| Still raw to the core, wire ya jaw
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| That’s my law, but still you never saw
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| Now you layin' on the floor
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| Screamin', «9th Prince don’t hurt me, no more!»
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| Aiyo, rappers wanna beat me but can’t see me
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| There’s no cure for my rap disease
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| I need that S dot Carter money
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| That Wu-Tang Killa Bee honey
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| Fame, power and fast cars and snow bunnies
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| Rappers wanna beat me but can’t see me
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| There’s no cure for my rap disease
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| I need that S dot Carter money
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| That Wu-Tang Killa Bee honey
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| First four moves, first strike
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| Don’t wait for his chance, first dance, yo I’m out for first place
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| Second round knockout, they fell for the bait
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| Tried to second guess me but they so second rate
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| I’m third rail, tryin' to touch me is so dumb
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| Cuz I wrote all on the Third Rock from the Sun
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| Come forth if you disagree, want some?
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| Like the fourth of July, I’m in the pen done/Independent
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| And so drunk like I drank a fifth of Vodka
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| Who’s the illest? |
| I plead the fifth, your honor
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| I got a Sixth Sense like dead folks habla
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| Heal odd six, verbal, ya want nada
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| I bring the drama, like 7th Heaven
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| The eighth wonder of the world, I am destined
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| I’m taking it all, break the ninth commandment
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| Me and 9th Prince, son, choose ya weapon
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| Rappers wanna beat me but can’t see me
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| There’s no cure for my rap disease
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| I need that S dot Carter money
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| That Wu-Tang Killa Bee honey
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| Fame, power and fast cars and snow bunnies
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| Rappers wanna beat me but can’t see me
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| There’s no cure for my rap disease
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| I need that S dot Carter money
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| That Wu-Tang Killa Bee honey
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| Aiyo, once upon a rhyme we were lookin' for sure
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| When the waves took us over, man vs. the flow
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| Shiny hooks to reel us in, others will puncture ya hole
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| So you had to latch on just to survive out the flow
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| So many treacherous sharks take advantage in dark
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| Tasted blood in the water, know his teeth so sharp
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| Orchestrated movements, mainstream ain’t tuned with
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| All the beauty that’s around, harmony, it sounds like a trip
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| But homey, I ain’t get on that shit
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| Still robbin' 'em for bait, still makin' 'em hits
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| And they pullin' 'em strings, don’t forget
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| Crows cling on their neck
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| Bottomfeeders looking for the catch, shellin' out
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| All the ends, fast gas with the Benz
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| I’ve gone so deep, guess it’s time I ascend
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| Footprints in the sand, fuck sirens
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| Tell 'em King Neptune’s in tune, trident |