"You will be punished (Wu-Tang style)
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for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style)
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Be warned - you will suffer.. (Wu-Tang style).. justice!" (Wu-Tang style)
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[GZA]
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Slept on this hazardous enterprise
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Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise
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Week self-captivity became months
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Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump
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Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?
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Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper
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Unfair corruptions lead to abductions
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Creatin wider circles of destructions
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So we attack, with the pen and blaze in
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From the terrifyin to the fascinating
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Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit
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Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits
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They heavily defended airfields
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But they bodies rot behind punctured steels
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When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice?
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Oh that water was my liquid of choice
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Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet
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Powerful projection, noise is deafening
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Carrier battle groups, that's threatening
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Higher level bombing, plus
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The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud
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In the same crucial manner but different style
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(Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style!)
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[Raekwon the Chef]
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Yeah..
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Aiyyo once again, all blunts again
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Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in
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Allah's helpful most, innovative raps
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that brought wealth through, shot out the belch too
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We holdin, automatic semis with sick lines
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Run up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz
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Styles so sharp, state of the art
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Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin darts
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Flowin like water, "Apocalypse Now"
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Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you short us
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Runnin through parkin lots, don't get caught
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Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks
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[Method Man]
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It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin in the hood
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Gotta a hundred wolves waitin in the woods
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for the Clan's forthcomin
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I miss you in the game a court summons
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And fugitives of rap caught runnin, y'all get locked up
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E'rything was wack 'til we popped up
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And got it on and poppin like Orville Reddenbacher
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Potnah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa
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Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha
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Request lines are now open, you see these MC's chokin
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and thinkin, "What's that SHIT they be smokin?"
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I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis
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Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious
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[hach, spit] Y'all niggaz got some fuckin nerve
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to critic what I write, that's my muh'fuckin word
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Blah blah blah, like N'Sync
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Kiss that ass "Bye Bye Bye" knahmsayin? I ain't playin
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[Masta Killa]
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Many shall come, few chose to stay exact
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Track after track I'm fightin for survival
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Before me I see hills and mountains they sway
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The words gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean
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I walk water holdin y'all suspended with the vocal
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What's the total people that came to see the Gods?
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I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry
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Potentcy, high-level content
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Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places
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All ages streets to cages, split faces
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Shoutin nuff love to the peeps from Miami
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We live from Pulaski and spread glassy
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[cut and scratch: "Wu-Tang style"]
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Radioactive (Four Assassins)
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Wu Tang Clan |