| Fuck y’all analog niggas we be digital
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| Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible
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| We never fall
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| We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
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| We move on MC’s mechanically
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| Strike nerves like Ghost’s verse on 'Can It Be'
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| hard to touch retarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
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| respect this, specialist, black
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| testing this will get ya necklace jacked
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| and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
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| You the type of nigga that’ll hardly speak unless you spoken to
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| You throw a cold screw, but sober up when I’m approaching you
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| At the same time we posting two
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| Niggas on that ass that’s gonna do what they supposed to do
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| The limelight, snatched away from you because it’s my night
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| Killarm blaze inside of the twilight, you better get ya lines right
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| Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right
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| with dust flows, robotic movement, and blurry eyesights
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| What you want I already got
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| and that’s control, I keep my head high, hand pon cock
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| and pockets swollen, you foldin, you faggot ass fuck
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| Yo farotion never fails
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| shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
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| inhale life, exhale strive anxiety’s trife
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| blowin' smoke out my peace pipe
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| Ducking the snipe
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| shot off the top of the White House and cop 4'S
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| war never does and many causes
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| my offense is my defense extreme precautious
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| moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
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| ya forcing it
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| parishly extortionists
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| aborting this
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| space ship thats spacious face it
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| im on contain shit
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| pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
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| the case is
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| if not ya basic
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| way to make shit
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| embrace it
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| knowing some day you’ll have to face it
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| Fuck y’all analog niggas we be digital
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| Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible
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| We never fall
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| We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
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| (so fuck y’all, so fuck y’all niggas)
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| yo, yo hard to grapple
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| I raise the sharp scaple
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| technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
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| I smoke the honey dip blunts cherry bomb very calm
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| First bursts like a shot from the Berry homes
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| you’d be most wise to pay close attention
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| to willy lynchin'
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| its stupid to fuck wit' Bobby Steel’s henchmen
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| I step into presidential
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| credentials, evident my potential
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| be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
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| only ones can know me
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| swore me before the Dolby
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| Alexis Colby broads try to control me
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| pussy whip me like Toby
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| fuck the local
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| I move global
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| economical
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| ship sea promise fool
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| my info glow
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| and the dark Wu-Tang logo
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| sparks the attention, look listen observe
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| killa bee swerv
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| slam like Dr. Julias Erv
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| still strike the vital nerve
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| charter through the Magna Carta
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| trapped like Otis and Carter
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| wild like a Shaolin child from Mariners Harbor
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| king devine forced to shine
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| head burst open like a bottle of Pine
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| use penmenship
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| when I write my script
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| blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless
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| Killa Hill syndrome
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| peace to Two Tone
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| he must know me to understand me from what you do
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| to realize I’m you
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| everything I do honey bee from the bee hive
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| Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe
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| of Levi smoke out and not steal
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| or blunt spill
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| the indestructable Bobby Steel’s is here
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| Yo In The Heat of The Night
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| my 4−7-7 mash on the mic
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| Killarmy and Trappa John M.D.
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| full metal jackets
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| cuz' some gots to have it
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| kill or be killed
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| only time will reveal
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| I think by myself
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| and I drink by myself
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| from 9−8 until
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| let me know its real son if its really real
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| understandable
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| self explainable
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| caution John Blaze flamable
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| when under pressure, interchangable and still
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| coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed
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| how Johnny do it
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| dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
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| two and off
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| stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
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| bottom line be this high, explosive
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| not for the average Joseph
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| come and get some
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| hol' it, keep one
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| up in the chamber
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| blast wit' my middle finger
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| now I toss men
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| attack like the Four Horsemen
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| see me dog walkin'
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| strickly getty-o slang talkin'
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| all up in thease guts, soften
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| thease rap niggas, official
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| we slap niggas
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| wit' mak' charges
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| dope shit regardless
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| we usually take another niggas garments (what)
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| Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in '98
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| niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch politicians
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| who be pola-tickin'
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| slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip
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| software
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| placed in the rear of ya ear
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| as I sit the next year
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| all yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital
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| shit is critical
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| like the hallways in my projects
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| similar to the streets in Tibet
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| fuck that I aint playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song And Justice For All , by - Method Man. Song from the album Wu-Tang Killa Bees: The Swarm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп