| Any which way some of you want to come through
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| I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Any which way some of you want to come through
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| I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| The art of fighting without fighting
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| Or fighting when you need to
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| It’s appealing, we’re peaceful but demons if we need to
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| Equal whatever you bring we’ll meet you
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| This sport is a war with a discourse
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| Which thoroughbred horse make it through this course?
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| Which emcee shall I chew up for this course?
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| Same energy known for the sick tours
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| No hype man, breath control
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| Record a track I do the same thing live
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| Can’t do that? |
| Ah bless your soul
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| You ain’t ready for the Shaolin vibes
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| Wake up when it’s still dark in the sky
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| With the heart for the grind and an art full of rhymes
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| And the sharpest of lines and a spark of the mind
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| So bright that I’m leaving them partially blind
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| Any which way some of you want to come through
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| I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Any which way some of you want to come through
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| I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Ready for you like Sun Tzu
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| Don’t be foolish
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| What you want to test I for?
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| I’m a man on a mission
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| Don’t let I catch you slipping
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| It’s no competition
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| I’ve been studying the art of war
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| It’s the hardest of times we’re living in, isn’t it?
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| So why ain’t you disciplined just a little bit?
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| Little git, wanna throw a little hissy fit?
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| Here’s a question, tell me can you riddle it?
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| Does it take effort to make yourself really shit?
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| Or is that your best that you’re giving it?
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| Nah, it can’t be
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| Well, rhyming just ain’t for everyone
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| Now every little son of a gun seems to think
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| From the moment they come out their mum they are the one
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| Without ever having what it takes to become
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| Ten lifetimes ain’t enough
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| I was a griot, I was a Sufi
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| I was a Mayan priest but not in the movies
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| I was a druid pouring out fluid
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| Blessing the ancestors cos we come through them
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| Hundred more times I was born before
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| Before The Windrush came and Britain forever changed
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| Energy and memory it remains
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| In my veins and it don’t take much to reclaim
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| All I gotta do is say my own name
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| And the power of Greyskull reigns
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| Yes, ruthless student, nuisance mutant
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| Trains with the Shaolin monks, I’m reclusive
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| Name is a thousand thumps with a pool stick
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| That reigns on a silly little punk for the bullshit
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| Game for a round, punch and we all kick
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| Elbows, knees, let’s go for the full kit
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| Tell your G’s I’ll believe that they’re all sick
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| When I see degrees they achieve, we’re talking
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| A school called wisdom, you could go there anywhere
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| Yet you are never there
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| It’s the art of a warrior, heart of a foreigner
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| That’s living in an all-white town from a toddler
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| Graft that your body does half wanna honour us
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| But you’ve gotta tell them that you’re past wanting followers
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| A class for the coroners, who the ras wanna collar us?
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| Kill rate way past choleras
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| Look at all the revellers, look at what a rebel does
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| Sekkle, metal can’t settle us
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| Dope, but the CIA can’t peddle us
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| Nope, we go for the throat what you telling us
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| Choke, on the little hope that you’re selling us
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| Joke, I take Britain like Severus
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| Cult, it’s the occult and its elements
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| They wanna reign high but we come to be levelers
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| We know the design and we’re done with the evidence
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| Go with the times get bun for the hell of it |