[Method Man]
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Apocalypse Now
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Mind over matter next batter be Tical
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Put it on a platter how much uncut
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raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what
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Slang killin it, touched
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You feelin it, in your bloodstream
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deadly venemous elixir
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Hammer like Sledge that be Sister
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All and together now, follow me, the Mista
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Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh
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Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one
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Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known
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When you walk up in this Dead Zone
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wit all that wack shit, now you know
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you dead wrong, one thousand lashes
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[Raekwon the Chef]
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Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that
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The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off
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Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades
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Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze
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Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style
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twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin
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to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca
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Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta
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Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides
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The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys
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Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda
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The style wilda than a praying mantis
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Chillin like [*long inhale*]
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[Masta Killa]
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As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin
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the courses of time, devils no longer exist
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as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question
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Now check it...
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Perhaps we can go through Lessons
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Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin
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Comin with that lip professin, you must take
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Allah for fool, where's his Jewel
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Was he usin Mathematics as a tool?
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Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build
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Shit is so real, inside you distilled
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Back in the form of mist
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You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin
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Seekin, where you went wrong
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And why would I bring you such physical harm?
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden
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Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target
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Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper
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Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler
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Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door
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Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore
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Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls
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Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful
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Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced
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I motivate and await my sober state
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent
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Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch
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Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine
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My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine
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Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual
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Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual
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Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits
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Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy
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Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries
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Sabotage massage rap bandit at large
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Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans
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Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene
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Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy
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My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me
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Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world
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Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in
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[*gun blast*]
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Visionz
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| Wu Tang Clan |
