| For money, I assassinate
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| Today, I have an opponent that’s worthy
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| Now, killing me, you won’t find that so easy
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| Clap your hands
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| Let’s start the show, c’mon
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| 1, 2, 3, 4, oh
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| Clap your hands
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| Let’s start the show, c’mon
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| 1, 2, 3, 4, oh
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| Revolutionary gangster, the will to kill
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| Everything up, my roots is steel
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| Do it big time, march through the desert and shine
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| Let the C’s live free while we open the minds
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| Of every black man, white man, no color, my writing hand
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| Is like dynamite, I fight for land
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| Blood stains yo, gettin money affect the plan
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| You travel to Beijing and end up in Japan
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| Hoods everywhere, bring the goods and gear
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| And teach them how to hold mics and grow them beards
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| Then stop, check my brothers and my sisters in Africa
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| We know that’s theirs, yes, we been actin up
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| Bush fucked the world up, and left our soldiers
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| Out in Iraq, bless them with roses
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| Foes try to approach, we roast them goats
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| We terrorize the city while forgettin the quotes
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| Clap your hands
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| Let’s start the show, c’mon
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| 1, 2, 3, 4, oh
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| Clap your hands
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| Let’s start the show, c’mon
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| 1, 2, 3, 4, oh
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| They trying to take us down through (Reaganomics) and atomic bombs
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| On Islamic countries to stop them from being Islamic
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| But Islam is a way of life, Islam is the way of Christ
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| Islam means peace, the beast must pay a price
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| For his wickedness, politics is the trickiest
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| Business on this planet, the bandits are the slipperiest
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| Snakes who ever slithered, you ever stop to consider
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| Who’s pulling these strings, from Napoleon to Hitler?
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| Is there an unseen hand with the unseen plan?
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| The unclean man from the unclean land
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| Desire to kill the righteous dumbs down the brightest
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| Give his life in this world that seem so lifeless
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| Put a price on things, that are priceless
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| Convince us that meanness is stronger than the niceness
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| Who really has the power — is is theirs, is it ours?
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| Is it a democracy, or the morning prowlers?
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| Do we have a press or President?
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| Is it a test or a testament? |
| Pest or pestilence?
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| Who got the evidence?
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| Who got the common sense? |
| Stop all the negligence
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| Clap your hands
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| Let’s start the show, c’mon
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| 1, 2, 3, 4, oh
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| I oversee the world
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| You taught me that, basically
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| I’m moldin rap to be more than I can see
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| Chef, Senator of Thoughts
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| Democratic cats
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| Saved by the judge
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| The flavor, that was brought about that day
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| Steaks come out, raw
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| Clap your hands
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| Let’s start the show, c’mon
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| 1, 2, 3, 4, oh
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| Clap your hands
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| Let’s start the show, c’mon
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| 1, 2, 3, 4, oh
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Start the Show , by - RZA. Song from the album Legendary Weapons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп