| AW SHIT!
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| Now I got you tremble’n for the battle to begin
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| I’m not gonna leave this place with no sad face
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| Cuz I’m gonna win
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| The battle everybody in the world just came to see
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| Golden Arms, (ah!) take out these cornwalled ass MC’s
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| All y’all corns — walk out the door (ah!)
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| You run the same rhyme that the crowd don’t wanna hear no more
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| Gun blastin this and flashin that, reality now actually
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| You better listen, you better listen carefully
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| We came here (we came here), to dull the bass (ha, ha, ha)
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| And Mathematics catch the cut while RZA Ra just hold the bass
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| And I’m rhyme and on timin', it’s so fresh from out the pack
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| Niggas got problems, cuz the Wu is fighting back
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| Please don’t sing (please don’t sing), yo battle rap (ha, ha, ha)
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| We got the most, the sugar coated bully rhymes from out the back
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| And we breakin', and we taken everything you fuckin own
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| Not yo bitches, but yo FUCKIN' MICROPHONES!
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| Y’all muthafuckas ready for the Redemption?
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| Bring it muthafucka *echos*
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| Yo Yo, dis U-God representin' that W
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| Tru, we comin' thru, I’m comin' thru
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| Wit the Redemption
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| This time it’s me dolo solo here brah!
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| Guerilla Warfare you know how we do
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| Uptown, Downtown, Dirty South, LA, New York, Chi Town
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| We commin' thru for this shit, represent (respresent)
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| Yo, Yo, Watch out! |
| They let the hell out the gates
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| Now then, the Cheesaw have four chiefs
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| Number one is Golden Arms |