| Yeah, start wit that one
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| Yo, yo, yo, my acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric
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| Is a mixture of arabic sandscript in it’s italics
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| I talk quick, y’all bitches can’t comprehend my dick release spit
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| Wit love should I release hits
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| We travel through bodies like blood vessels
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| All y’all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedastool
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| Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I’m chessboxin
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| Words is rushin through like a herd of angry oxen!
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| Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight
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| Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate, terminate
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| So spoil like coke in the foil
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| Knock knock, I shot the whole block
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| Electricity, flow splendidly
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| Internally inside of me like tony starks tee
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| I create excellency, one-sixty call l-o-u-n-g assist me
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| Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly
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| For slang hall, vocabulary igor, frankenstein mind
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| Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid
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| I move quick shit is accurate, kojack tactics
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| Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor
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| My lyrical marv-el makin more cream than carvel
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| Y’all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell
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| To my verbal swordsman school, students don’t play truant
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| My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence
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| Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from morocco
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| Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco
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| Wit forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch I carve
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| Glitters on the paper so my family won’t starve
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| I’m deep in the shit, I stay highly involved
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| Never inconceited, never been beated
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| Been trapped in many wars but not yet retreated
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| My style you need it, I just write to read it
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| It’s all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated
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| I came a long way and guess what, I succeeded
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| I conquer my opponent, and feed him baby food
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| Cause he’s childish and illiterate, and ye has been rude
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| To the father year me, o-r-i-g
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| Respond to the war wit the killa bee law
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| Scavenger nigga, you’s a shhriimp
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| A full line of shhiit, my ear can digest iiit
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| Stop drinkin all that water, let’s take it to the land
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| So I can godzilla up your shit mister tiny tim man
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| Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk
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| When I start to come down on your f**kin ass
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| You tried to chop shit on up
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| Played my shit like parks bitch, I’m that
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| Legendary microphone’s weaponary
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| You secondary bitch-ass fairies
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| Scary cats won’t survive this verbal attack
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| You think you’re slang can match
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| The wu-tang, emphatically now cypher
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| You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue
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| While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge
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| Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind
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| Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon
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| I be the quoted mathematical combination
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| Unloadin mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowin
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| Just then, I came on the stage like wind
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| Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin
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| You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy
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| You need a coat just to protect your throat
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| Two pairs of socks, kid I’m cold like ice rise
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| Chap-lipped duds can’t f**k wit the chatterbox
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| Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox
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| Shaolin niggas won’t f**k wit one block *pause*
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| Broke forgot about half the slang murderer
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| Down wit the union big street sling murderer
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| Terrorizin, move I’m tranquelizin
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| Fast getaway wit the slow speed drivin
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| Two miles an hour, cappa do it wit the power
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| Somebody blow something, cut fool in the tower |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 96 Recreation, artist - Ol' Dirty Bastard. Album song Wu-Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп