| You have offended my family.
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| And you have offended a Shaolin Temple!
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| Laboratory tested and foolproof, inspected
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| You’ve just been infected son the dart’s been injected
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| Straight ahead slowly but surely keep steady
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| My everyday medley is +Calm But+ stay +Deadly+
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| Rap potions, free-willed controlled emotions
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| Earth, wind, fire, air, land, sea and ocean
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| The rap disease global, blow trees
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| With the noblest MC’s, Wu-Tang Killa Bees
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| How High? |
| Mass multiply, proven Wu ally
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| Bobby blessed me with +The W+ and the power to fly
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| Now I skyscrape it, landscape it
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| Masquerade, hover above and watch these real cats fake it
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| Godfather spit lightenin
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| Wu-Tang rookie of the year from Body Brighton
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| Mastermind Killa Bee manhunts, Amsterdam blunts
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| Legendary dart raves, for live renegades
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| Bleed for green paper, repair miz
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| My Killa Bee Swarm split wigs, break ribs
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| Eighty-eight stick-up kids
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| High drama, harpoon expert
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| You see the God, you throw ya shine in ya sweatshirt
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| Death before over-darted
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| Me and the microphone barred, never departed
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| Solomon be retarted, cold hearted
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| Now you shook but you never, should have started
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| Eh-yo, where you gonna run to? |
| There’s nowhere to hide
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| (On some real live manhunt, take it in stride)
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| We spit nothin but the real shit you bound to get hit
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| (Takin off the with the torch once it’s passed and lit)
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| Eh-yo, where you gonna run to? |
| (There's nowhere to hide)
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| On some real live manhunt (Take it in stride)
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| We spit nothin but the real shit (You bound to get hit)
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| Takin off the with the torch (Once it’s passed and lit)
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| General warfare manhunt for real
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| What the deal? |
| Hold more steal than kids under the stairs
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| Move for thirty-six years, knowledge throughout my foundation
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| Me and Remedy transport the devastation
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| World war, comin for ya neck, body ya soul
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| Upcome and behold, full control
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| End the situation, figure ya fold
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| Solomon Childs got this rap shit sold
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| You wanna battle? |
| Stop speakin in codes
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| Highest level, ain’t nobody gettin above me
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| QBin on the Wu robbery
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| Wildin like an HDM predicate with cuffs, G
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| You don’t want no problem
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| Collaborate, Solomon style, thoughts elaborate
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| Grown men congregate and come for ya magistrate
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| Break through enemy lines, land up mines, levitate
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| Quick son, motivate, no time to hesitate
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| One wish, me and CO team six back in Auschwichz
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| Table switch, US concentration camps exist
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| We move in disguise, from Shaolin to Mount Siahnide
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| Drama seconds, I blond remix from cyanide
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| I seen it at the pyramid of Geezer, fear type Ceaser
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| +CREAM+ resembles the Scrooge of Ebenezer
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| The rich get richer, we use words to paint pictures
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| You want the truth? |
| +Words to Live By+, run and get ya scriptures
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| (Eh-yo, where you gon' run to? There’s nowhere to hide)
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| On some real live manhunt, take it in stride
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| (We spit nothin but the real shit you bound to get hit)
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| Takin off the with the torch once it’s passed and lit
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| (Eh-yo, where you gon' run to?) There’s nowhere to hide
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| (On some real live manhunt) Take it in stride
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| (We spit nothin but the real shit) You bound to get hit
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| (Takin off the with the torch) Once it’s passed and lit |