| Okay. |
| the GZA
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| Tony Touch classic, knowhatI’msayin?
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| We gonna bang y’all, in the head one time
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| Blaze up on y’all one time real fast (Do the mix and all that shit)
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| Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
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| Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?
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| (Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down yo)
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| I take y’all niggas straight, Beneath the Surface
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| To the core, if it ain’t raw it’s worthless
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| Pentel professional, polar ink
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| Wild river rafters fall off the raft and sink
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| Tony let a brother Touch, twenty bar rush
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| The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust
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| Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
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| Quick to quake a label-mate
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| The sound came outta rusted crate
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| Surrounded by cobwebs
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| Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds
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| On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow
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| Wu-Tang niggas they shine and make the mic glow
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| We killin all gorillin with all that screwfacin
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| Pacin back and forth looking savage, stop it
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| Whether plugged in or plugged out
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| Iron grill mugged or thugged out
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| Blood in or blood out, son was bugged out
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| Might look at you and slice you
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| Buck fifty face stupid, the shape of one Nike swoop
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| Who the fuck you think let y’all wild niggas in
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| Allowed you to put down ya guns, and raise ya pen
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| Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don’t fuck with no pig
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| We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
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| Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
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| Don’t worry about the weed or pussy, I read books
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| I’m liable to mate’cha king with three rooks
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| You see the Wu W, raise the black fist
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| Maybe Tony Touch’s concord needle will scratch this
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| The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G’s
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| Was only appraised at 42
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| Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude
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| Of people, who would trade gold for food
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| I heard boar’s head killed more than nuclear warhead
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| Or street serfs who walk around dressed in all red
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| Bobby Digi said if you ever in Compton or Long Beach
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| Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis wit a nice piece
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| Penetrate on mix tape, with the legislation
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| Illustrate constant elevation
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| Spark friction, Shawshank Golden Arm Redemption
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| Endorsed my the Masta inscription signature
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| Off top my unorthodox style of attack
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| Is like Hannibal rollin on elephant’s backs
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| Pack a long barrel, bustin off strong ammo
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| My light so vast I cast twenty foot shadows
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| First family, fifth cappo, micro to macro
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| Load it in ya head play it back slow
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| Act like you know, this is no drill
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| Murderous rap revealed goin for kill
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| On these New York city sidewalks we walk
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| Camoflauge, dodgin the eyes of the hawk
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| Kani Sport, totin the fifth, slidin off
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| My live source movin across with brute force
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| Bloodsport, anymore heads face the blade
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| Fakers must fade, the stakes are now raised
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| Words of murder, suspense, and intrigue
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| Make major league niggas show signs of fatigue
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| My Killer Bees span wider than seven seas
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| Squeeze on MC’s, with bullet train speed
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| Tony’s touch create more gold than Midas
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| Ya highness, all in ya head, like ya hair stylist
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| Frosty mug, big ring leaders top secret thug
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| Lampin in cheaters Orenthal with the murder glove
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| Boat of the town, devilish grin look peculiar
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| Swung on this faggot, knocked the windows outta Silvia’s
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| Timb’s got scuffed up, my ankles got sprained, that’s my word
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| To every single seed, I smack flames
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| Staten Island’s bayside of teachers of Elijah
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| Thrown out the temple, now collided wit the father
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| Nickname’s Pudding, Clarence 13X before the Will Smith’s
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| And the limelights of Cuba Gooding
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| Lost in the cosmos, explodin through a quasar
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| Be duckin pulsars, organic state still be the Gods
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| Tony Touch, Tony Touch
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| Word up
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| Big Face Ghost in effect |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Abduction, artist - Tony Touch. Album song The Piece Maker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп