| Yo, the great Digi
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| What are you looking for?
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| The World’s greatest mind
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| Bob Digital
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| Man with no mother
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| Yo, try to cross reference, my epic preference
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| Fresh mint, tight lint, you get trapped inside the monkey wrench
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| Ain’t no man lover ever gonna silk the sealer
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| I’m blessed like the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
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| You wishin’Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea
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| Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis
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| But I’m fierce as the cyclone winds that blew through Kansas
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| Have your clan stranded on the enchanted land of Gumas Azubar
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| Gem blue star, razor blade scar
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| Who dare wanna spar bar for bar? |
| Allah U Akbar
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| I turn the most degenerate hood into a pop star
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| Bless the seed who prays the Most High, without askin’why
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| Flicks from ocean shore, kick like Marshall Law
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| I might strike with the eagle claw or tiger paw
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| On the shores of African beach, facin’the east
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| White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
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| Found buried by the sea
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| The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
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| We ride blue whales, you sell Nautica ships on the carpenter
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| We should send all these Devils back to Hell
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| You small as to die in my sentence, I speak with vengeance
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| Snatch up 17 million plus 2 million Indians
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| Your incorrect retrospect on the situation
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| You didn’t know it was a Wu-Tang affiliation
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| Legs speak like twigs, you’re forbidden like pig
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| You can’t fuck with the Zig-Zag-Zig
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| Raise your sword, and praise the Lord
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| Enrage the war on this wicked society
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| Raise your sword, and praise the Lord
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| Enrage the war on this wicked society
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| The village must be pillaged
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| The merciless, the Earth is damp from blood spillage
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| Cursed the ancestors and the seed of the assailant
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| Dissect his body like an alien
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| My seed must be spread
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| I bust sperm cells with Bobsleds
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| Then race to the egg and bring forth the
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| Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
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| All you niggas out there who got money
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| better watch out for the money hungry
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| Straight up…
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| The most beloved from a region undiscovered
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| I’ve been hovered over by black buzzard walkin’through public
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| Imagine the feelin’of growin’up, ten children
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| Stuffed inside a shack, in the project buildings
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| Women, infants and coupons, one stole camel soup on Stressed out with four kids, aborter
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| Next door the dope fiend neighbour tryin’to sell his little daughter
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| Poisonous, heat from the oven
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| The only way we had to live was survivin’off mommy’s lovin'
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| Dead bodies found in the incinerator
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| Lights Out, somebody fucked up the generator
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| Talkin’welfare, cheese, franks and beans
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| Mud stains on mock-neck shirts and tainted jeans
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| Twisted up, how the fuck we get bended up?
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| And ended up in this four block radius where they enslaved us Sweatin’from cheese ravioli with tomato sauce and anchovie
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| Spoiled, ah shit, my blood boiled
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| But fuck that, I’m ready for open hand combat
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| It’s the tomcat, and my thoughts are unlimited
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| Inflicted fatal wounds and I’m immune, see a evil society
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| So praise the Lord and enrage the war
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| Against this wicked society, society
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| Praise the Lord and raise your sword
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| Against this wicked society, society
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| Praise the Lord and raise your sword
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| Against this wicked society
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| There was a legend of a +Liquid Sword+
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| That was +Only Built 4+ niggas with +Cuban Linx+
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| Who +Entered the 36th Chamber+
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| and keep the true links, inherit +The W+ emblem
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| Movin’the muscle changin’and bone tendon bendin'
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| Science of 25 thousand year millennium
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| The sinners from the men who exiled the Indians from India
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| Who’s times can’t be measured linear
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| In all tribes on Earth who can’t find a friendlier group of people
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| who shunt all evil, treat all men equal
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| Even though we see through your wicked intentions
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| We gave you land to experiment with your inventions
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| But you strive for global lynchin', extension
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| But it’s yourself that will become extinct
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| You inherit this power to think and build things
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| The free wills of love, not hate or kill things
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| And when you went astray, we sent prophets to reveal things
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| And left scriptures behind to fulfill things
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| But you still wanna kill things, rob and steal things
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| So don’t blame us when it’s time to fulfill things and kill Kings
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| Raise the sword and praise the Lord
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| On this wicked society, society
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| Raise your sword and praise the Lord
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| It’s a wicked society, society
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| Praise the Lord and raise your sword
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| Against this wicked society
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| Rage the war
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| Against this wicked society
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| Yo, the +Sickness+
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| That’s what I want
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| What are you looking for?
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| Man with no mother
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| That’s what I want
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| What are you looking for?
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| Man with no mother |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sickness, artist - RZA. Album song Digital Bullet, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп