| Time to knock 'em out, cut 'em with the glass hand
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| Time to shut 'em down, I’m coming out the badland
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| Oscar the Grouch, kid, jumping out the trashcan
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| The last man that violated, got chopped with the sword
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| Send him a one way express ticket to see the Lord
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| You think we falling off, the beef’s internal
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| All that bullshit we going through, it don’t concern you
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| I’ll thermonuclear burn you, you’se a human sacrifice
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| Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ
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| Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices
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| Kid, stashing these stripes, join the force
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| Honey, take ya flick, lift and point to the boss, soon
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| As you blink, your coins is tossed
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| It only takes four bars to get my point accross
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| And I’m cold as winter frost, on top of the mountains
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| Elijah, was the prophet, along came Malcolm
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| And I’m scalping niggas, taking devil’s heads
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| Money generated, niggas taking heavy bread
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| I was born in a barrel of razor blades
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| Right next door to haze, I used to be afraid
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| Of the devil, as a boy, but now as a grown man
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| I realized, he is just a toy
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| A grafted image, of the magnificent splendid
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| Dominant, prominent, Islamic
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| I was here before the dinosaurs, shine and defining law
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| Measure every inch of the Earth, combining more
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| Elements and chemicals, phosphates and minerals
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| Kept devils on the run, like Monk-Monk the General
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| Appear in a king attire, slept in a ring of fire
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| I, got a bigger beat than Billy Squier
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| Dirty Dick Dastard' dart, straight out the dungeon
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| Transform on niggas like the werewolf from London
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| Paul Bunyan ax tracks, get peeled, caps back
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| Hard to get out, nigga, head like naps
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| Parental advisory, no M.C. |
| is wisin' me
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| Me and the mic, like, ebony and ivory
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| We go together, like, cheese and cheddar, like
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| Jeans and sweater, like, Mo' and better, like
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| Who could take a sun ray, twist it to a rainbow
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| Darts sit upon your head like the Kangol
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| V is for Victory, I mastered your trickery
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| Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
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| So please stop the bickery, you can’t get rid of me
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| Wu Killa Bee, from now to infinity
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| Look at this bitch ass, snitch ass, about to get a kicked ass
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| Get mad, get smashed, and get another zip bag of 'dro
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| For these ho niggas, slow niggas, told niggas
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| Fucking with the coal miner’s daughter, she a gold digger
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| Killa, I’m back iller, been realer, chinchilla
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| Coat, ex-crack dealer, cap peeler, dope
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| Uncut coke, cut throat, niggas had enough dough
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| What up, though? |
| My nigga, I don’t trust no bitches
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| That’s real shit, feel this, vanilla Dutch is still lit
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| Forensics is still tryna figure how I killed it
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| Wu-Tang, my crew bang, let our nuts hang
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| Like that piece on a new chain, mami, pop the poontang
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| Your party, find me where the stars be, or probably
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| Walk into the corner store on Targhee
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| Smokin' Bob Marley’s, I’m hardly, a nigga to be fucked with
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| And you tryna 'catch up, but you barely cut the mustard, aight then
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| Just another spine chiller, U-G, RZA
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| M-A-S-T, A-K-Illa, M-E-T-H, O-D gorilla, straight from the Killa
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| Brownsvillah, do or die Bed-Stuy
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| Murderer, East terrorist, we clap gun thunderist
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| Land of the Iron Gods, swords can’t live
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| Medina stay warrior, how can I escape the block
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| From being boxed off, lost in the shuffle of life
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| Living right cost, legendary crime boss
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| Fresh kicks drip in the street, beautiful unique
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| Freestyle, be so wild, fresh out the Penal
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| Track it on the Pro Tools file, smooth as blue nile
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| Wave spin, water blend, dart flow, sun glow
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| Kool Moe Dee roll, gang up on a power show
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| Snoop never love a ho, bang it on in your vehicle slow
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| You don’t know how the God be flipping the style
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| And keep it so, Witty Unpredictable
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| Truth All Natural, the Gods is actual
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| It’s a fact, I was destined, to grab the mic and bless them |