[repeating in background:] "rock, the body body -- rock the body body"
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[U-God]
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Dino the dart specialist
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Knahmean?
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Golden Arms, yo
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Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing
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What? Check it
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The all eye seein, heavenly divine
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The truth brings out, the temper in my spine
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A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me
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I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh)
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A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy
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Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi
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A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts
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Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?)
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Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin
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The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em
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Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains
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I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement
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for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior
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America the grave for gun wavers (what?)
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The wave runners, what the blood seed again
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Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)
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The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds
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with right timin, bite with vampire rhymes
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[Method Man]
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Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye
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Four metal street soldiers, born to die
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Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime
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niggaz can't be touched here, the true and livin
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Night vision unseen, like Jean
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when I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison
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in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin
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to my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted
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by tracks that be Tru Mastered, opposites attract
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beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself
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til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt
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Like hot peas and butter nigga, I got the belt
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What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot
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I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett
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Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien
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About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live
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Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin
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T2 Judgment comin, nobody's safe
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when I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase
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when the coppers give chase, I give em finger
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The only hip-hop singer, to tell America
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to kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya
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from this major misbehavior, heavy hands
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layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill
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[Cappadonna]
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I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate
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Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate
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set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state
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Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate
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Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate
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Army tank, high rank, got the bank
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Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York
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to Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day
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To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's
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To PJ's, in the PJ's, equality days
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With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead
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The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead
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Big born is on take the uniform, we perform
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shit like gangs are now born check for new dawn
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Fuck a U Conn, you been warned, we the realest
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We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born
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("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - [repeat til fade]
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Supa Ninjaz
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Method Man |