| Choose the sword, and you will join me
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| Choose the ball, and you join your mother… in death
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| You don’t understand my words, but you must choose
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| (Baby gurgling)
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| So… come, boy, choose life or death
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| The only man a ho wait for
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| Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in '83 rocked Tale Lords
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| My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
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| Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
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| Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with raccoons
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| Corner-sittin' wine niggas sippin' Apple Boone
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| This ain’t no white cartoon
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| 'Cause I be duckin' crazy spades
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| The kid hold white shit like blacks rock ashy legs
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| Why is the sky blue? |
| Why is water wet?
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| Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept?
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| Stand up, you’re out of luck like two dogs stuck
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| Ironman be sippin' rum out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
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| Noriega, aimin' nozzles, stay windy in Chicago
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| Spine-tingle, mind boggles
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| Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
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| Gimme mine before Po wrap you up in so-and-so
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| I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine the Great, Henry the 8th
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| Built with Genghis Khan, the red suede Wally Don
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| I judge wisely as if nothin' ever surprise me
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| Loungin' between two pillars of ivory
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| I’m lively, my dome piece is like building stones in Greece
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| Our poems are deep, from ancient thrones I speak
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| I’m overwhelmed as my mind roams the realm
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| My eye’s the visions, memory is the film
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| Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above cloud
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| They act wild and couldn’t budge a crowd
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| No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
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| Clutch they fists and throw up signs like a Crip
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| And throw all types of fit
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| I leave 'em split like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips
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| Aiyo, camouflage chameleon, ninjas scalin' your building
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| No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children
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| A hit was sent from the President to raid your residence
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| Because you had secret evidence and documents
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| On how they raped the continents and lynched the prominent
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| Dominant Islamic, Asiatic, black Hebrew
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| The year 2002, the battle’s filled with the Wu
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| Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
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| Or the Ebola virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
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| You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
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| Unloyal snakes get thrown in boilin' lakes of hot oil
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| Up boils your skin, chickenheads gettin' slim like Olive Oyl
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| Only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
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| Fortified with essential vitamin and minerals
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| Use the sky for a blanket, stuffin' clouds inside my pillow
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| Rollin' with the Lamb, Twelve Tribes a 144,000 chosen
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| Protons-Electrons-Always-Cause-Explosions
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| The bank’s a G, all CREAM downs a bet
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| Money feed good, opposites off the set
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| It ain’t hard to see my seeds need God-degree
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| I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
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| I’m on some tax-free shit by any means
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| Whether bounty-hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
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| I learned much from such swift cons who run scams
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| Veterans got the game spiced like ham
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| And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
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| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn
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| Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
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| That made me truncate the length one-tenth
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| Woofers thump, tweeters hiss like air pumps
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| RZA shaved the track, niggas caught razor bumps
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| Scarred tryin' to figure who invented
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| This unprecedented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
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| Now, watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
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| 'Cause I won’t hesitate to detonate, I’m short-fused |