| «Your magic is good!
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| That is why he waited, so all my power would dwindle
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| My power has diminished
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| Then he come to kill me!
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| Yes, but…
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| I know your kung fu is still very good
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| If you practice again
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| No-one could possibly be your match!
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| Oh, the ancient weapon!
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| Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers
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| Fought shoguns and got fucked by geishas
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| Still gracious, still able to spit out darts
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| Just grew tougher skin for swimming
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| With the sharks. |
| Broken ankle
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| Fucking with the wallabee clarks
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| Got them bitches still screaming my name
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| «Waddup Starks?» |
| I’m a bone-crusher
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| Ox’ll split your face like a Dutch Master
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| No more mixes — polar bears from Alaska
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| With sharkskin Air Max’s and igloos of ice
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| Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice
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| I’m nice, you the reason why the game went soft
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| Bland niggas I come through and season your broth
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| Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I’m a Menace like Dennis
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| Young Ghost, in the bathroom a 6-month sentence
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| Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads
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| With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds
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| Everybody get paid
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| Everybody get laid
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| All these bitches dirty
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| Everybody got AIDS
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| Everybody get played
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| Everybody get sprayed
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| Everybody do what I say
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| Everybody my maid
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| P — crack-selling black felon
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| That clap «rat tat tat tat tat» melons
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| Some thugs — one gun, one slug
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| Shot-caller, like «yo let me speak to young Mugs»
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| Listen, it’s Mandela, pa I grab wack emcees, I smack em hella-hard
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| I kill niggas with the birdy blick banger
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| My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber
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| «Lyrical miracle spiritual» rap dudes
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| Get smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues
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| P — call me the gatekeeper
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| Break heaters on your face, smoking laced cheeba
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| She want a thug, not the lawyer-type
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| A golden boy employed to promote and write
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| Sort of like an ill De La Hoya fight
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| I’m eating good, enjoying life
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| Flawless ice, with the bag of flawless white
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| With no strings attached, pull this might
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| Toy with my S550 with the raw pipe
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| Peeling off like snakeskin
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| Watch the cobra bite
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| Overnight success story
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| Going jet for me, you rep Wally
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| That’s why your cassette’s corny
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| Your money too short for long convo
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| You in the game hurting, tryna play
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| Rajon Rondo. |
| Millionaire swag
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| Peep your boys ensemble
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| Jewels heavy, Prince Akeem, coming to America, et cetera
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| Whoever said the kite is a messenger
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| Cause I think like the man behind a register
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| Quick to pull the toaster out
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| Stomp, choke em out. |
| We over here
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| Counting Bread, what you loaf about? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Laced Cheeba, artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song Legendary Weapons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп