| Yeah, killa, the gza, la Live, yeah, what yo My clan is like usa the way we conquer
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| Lay back, grow more chocolate than willy wonka
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| Stomp ya, till your head bleed, your mouth bleed
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| Runnin wit the heart of slave thats been freed
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| Triple darkness, wild like a killer from sparfit
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| Heartless, trained to hit movin targets
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| Profit, .357 cocked it Killed you, leave you wit your money in your pocket
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| My logic, money bitches layin the lessons
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| Allah blesses, me wit automatic weapons
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| Scholastic, geographic, stay jurassic
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| Runnin through medina wit the glock blastin
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| Rotten fruit, black je-sus, I got juice
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| Darkman move swift as a mongoose
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| Yo, niggas caught plaque from bitin off the platinum
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| Dumb mcs caught the gum disease, ask them
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| Who style they took, two wild rooks
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| Tried to take a page when Im the author of the book
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| At twenty-seven years young, yall some old timers
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| I write wit invisible ink, yall use eye liners
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| Define rhymers, the question and the answer
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| The dj and the dancers, check |