| Tell Mel Shawn to come in Word, yo, one life to live
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| It’s on your head
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| Just like my daughters
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| That’s my word!
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| Polka dot
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| Connection
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| Shine just apostle
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| Yo, my whole body like a spoiler kid, draped in the latest hits
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| Both hands, two glass cutters, cops’ll alter this
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| Cream of Wheat steez pushed back, we in a spaceship
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| like the Jetsons, ashtray slide refreshments
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| Automatic bubble yo, straight off the Benz
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| Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar
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| Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera
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| Blow fish the movie’s over, die with a slow kiss
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| Tongue kiss the neck and it’s, mucus from a locust
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| Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby
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| The white Puma’s go with the X I multiply yo Word on block is that half the King Killer Beez
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| rap’s under seige, Guyanese guns
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| I got European funds, my ice don’t melt
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| Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod
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| and my staff, I pray like this
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| I break mics in half, shit realism
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| Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off
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| or get laid off, I spray New York
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| I’m an angel, at war with the rappers
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| Good black women sleep over at Cappa’s
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| I fall into it, Mr. September
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| Rock my long FUBU shirt in the winter
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| I respect my kind, plus pack a nine
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| Daytime outfit superb outlet
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| Staten Isle in effect, y’all in the manor
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| If you can feel Don down it Atlanta
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| I’m a poet, my work is never done
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| Law of Park Hill, my mic is stage one
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| Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30
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| Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty
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| Somethin precise, hold back the pressure
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| My unit too nice, you only got one life
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| to live, think twice
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| (Think twice think twice twice twice twice)
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| Yo, aiyyo we swingle, make moves, PJ out the window
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| Flamingo, Santa Domingo, let’s Kringle
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| Bruce Wayne diggin graveyard rocks and swingin
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| multimillions, rap pavillion stay G’in
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| This year, we throw darts in the air
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| To let y’all know this shit is severe
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| Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na, Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na
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| Dove nice Mary Jane bitches Bud Light
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| Co-production I spoke to Christ, shoes were light
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| Statueheads all up in my lab like mad
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| Empty bags are lyin in the yard, welfare
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| Dead weight yo, cables that clamp around the neck
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| Sucrets fast Corvettes, tecs on my rest
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| Sabotage, rap motor large, Mickey caught a charge
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| Credit card scam, when he couldn’t rock the Wu skull
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| Fuck yeah, televise the shit on Fox
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| Big Ghost’ll grab the jim and un-fasten your box'
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| You’re allergic to the fungus on Earth, Killer Bee
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| Headquarters is work, Khadafi body in his turf
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| Yo, shame on, all y’all niggaz on some Baywatch shit
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| Soundin like me, suckin my dick
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| Pretty Tone, long live the great Cappadon
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| Cappadon…
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| … as I get it on
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| I’ma take time to wait for y’all niggaz to stop
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| It ain’t enough room for y’all cats to sound chop
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| In a class by myself I hold the foundation
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| Face to face, I make my affiliation
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| short and brief, I make out with the looseleaf
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| In the struggle, ten years after the beef
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| I choose to come forth then pronounce my sin
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| if it’s not the felonies or the color of my skin
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| I’ma keep switchin my gear, again and again
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| From the trainin camp I drive past V.I.N.
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| It be Wu-Wear for life, my team is top billin
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| More sacrifices, create better livin
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| My darts came to save the world like Blue Ribbon
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| Protect seeds, and protect black women
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| Raised in the Pillage right now we just driftin
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| Ferry boat niggaz make a whole lotta difference
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| Drama, if you slackin up in the business
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| Godly from the Group Home always got biscuits
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| Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na (repeat 4X)
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| A killer should not be known, he must be discrete — understand? |