| I ain’t trying to be no D-boy
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| I love music, I’m a b-boy
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| Are you the undercover or the decoy
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| I’m heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
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| A pit with no muzzle, about to bust your bubble like a keloid
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| Too much marijuana got me p-noid
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| I’m killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
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| Shout to Lil Cease, B.I.G., boy
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| And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that’s not Leonard Nimoy
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| 88 keys on the keyboard
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| I’m down to catch wreck, take them first three letters out of record
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| It’s Meth, you heard it through the wire I could be more
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| Or washed up like Sonny Black’s body on the seashore
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| That’s a problem, I could be yours
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| A monster without the mad scientist and Igor
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| I’ve heard it before, a third of these boys
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| Got murder raps and never even murdered before
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| Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
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| Keeping the streets locked
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| I’m calling all G’s from each block, from each block
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| Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
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| Run these streets out here don’t need cops
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| I’m calling all G’s from each block, from each block
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| Codename Sensei, I live what my pen say
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| Game hall of fame, flow is MJ
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| Muy caliente, je m’apelle Rebel, capiche, comprende?
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| Son I’m touching 'em up, trust I’m like
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| Justin Tuck how they ducking the rush
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| Trying to break bad, you catch a bad break
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| Like I own a bake shop how I stack cakes
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| Greatness was nothing, Deck the next Nike ad Wifey bad and my life got 'em slightly mad
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| Cause I shine like chrome in July
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| Soldier I opened your eyes, noticed the lies
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| DEA say I’m drugging 'em
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| I get you leaning hard, I get the fiends to nod, I mean they loving 'em
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| All hail your highness, terrific win
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| Put a so-called beast in his place, Pacific Rim
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| Foul ass police, crooked ass friends
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| I don’t give a fuck yo, the drama never ends
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| I’m a project nigga, I don’t care about the Benz
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| Plus I had a lot of chicks, you can have those bitches
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| But I murder your bloodclot if you touch my riches
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| Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga
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| Fuck where I come from I’m a quiet gangster nigga
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| First I get you comfortable, then I start shanking niggas
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| Park Hill code is don’t violate the family
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| Brother to brother it’s no snakes in the amnesty
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| I come through wilding on some Wu-Tang Can It Be Googly-eyed nigga, chop his face in the ministry
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| Never scared to do the time, fuck the penitentiary
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| Leave a bunch of dead niggas, don’t forget to mention me The angel of rap, the un-ordinary light
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| Already did what I was gonna do before you even got the mic
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| We left a large solar cloud distinguished by size
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| Interaction with the wise and civilized
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| The mind caused matter to fall into a center
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| A great deal of heat that’ll radiate within ya From out of this collision
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| The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision
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| Each drop full of Hip Hop energy
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| Balanced on all sides such great symmetry
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| The bars unlocked the power of the stars
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| The mirror in the telescope pinpoint the Gods
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| From a distance, acting as a guiding coach
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| Analyze the board, universal approach
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| Retune the soul to a certain pitch
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| Changing the frequency frequently, hitting a certain switch
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| The love is paramount, the connect is brotherly
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| Respect for the intellect and broad discovery |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep Watch , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Song from the album A Better Tomorrow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп