| There comes a time when you know, brothers careers must come to an end
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| We usually spit for ya’ll, but today we came for the heads of men, so
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| Hip hop must reknew it’s history, so the music can last forever
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| Ya’ll either roll with us, or make sure you got your shit together
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| Surprise, see me face, who you?
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| Threw a hex over the crowd like it’s voodoo
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| You know a stool in the pot, hooked it up, hot
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| A little blessings are added from Cory and Got
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| My flow, lyrical, swag, I’m hotter
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| Looking for a group that can rhyme, I gotcha
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| First in our bracket, the group is Yellow Jackets
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| If it didn’t add up, it wouldn’t be mathematics
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| Good riddance, Afro clown, MC’s be spitting
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| Adjust your ears to the sounds of true and living
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| Gold all in diamonds, stand pivotal position
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| If it’s competition, only find yourself in submission
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| A-L-L-A-H, we represent the west, hey
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| Stand tall like skyscrapes from the west to the Tri-State
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| Yeah, it’s our weight, watch the Gods demonstrate
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| Congregate and bring forth the force of earthquakes |
| The gully niggas getting sliced up in the tummy quick
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| My game go, like my bankroll when my money flip
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| King step up out the paint, not on that funny shit
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| I’m thankful when I can make moves, I’m hungry, bitch
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| Yeah, and how the boy has grown so
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| Stand on my hands and walking through the dojo
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| Picture perfect, go 'head and cop a frame for it
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| Listen to that bullshit, I ain’t the player for it
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| My sword hard but we graceful
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| Walk without fear and intimidate the hateful, erase fools
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| Put 'em on the shit list, unleash the beast
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| And make 'em shit, when I get pissed, smash 'em with the quickness
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| Powerful prodigies, breeded from how I birth
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| Children of the sun, any one of us can be the one
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| I swing swords with the power of Conan
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| And Samson, blood of us who the warriors, Ram, son
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| Ugh, and I’m ready for raw battle
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| Slaughter MC’s by the herd like farm cattle
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| Stay out the shadows, I’m sending the Swarm at you
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| Some Wu-Tang wasps they call the Yellow Jackets
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| Let’s get it cracking like a helmet when you line it back |
| I can put a metal to your chest like you wire taped
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| So get the message you can roll or get stepped on
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| You only hating us, cuz you know we the best off, for real
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| Surpreme I Self, the truth sayer
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| I dive into your thoughts, manifest like a prayer
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| Snatch the air, out of your chest cavity
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| My mind define laws, unbound by gravity
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| It’s that Wu-Tang West, I’m where the sun sets
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| Let the knowledge be born, Yellow Jackets form the Swarm
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| Ya’ll niggas get the flesh torn straight off of your frame
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| My tongue razor sharp, beat cuts slicing your brain, now that’s game |