[Raekwon]
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Wall to wall.. that's my word
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I want approximately.. everything you got
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The verdict.. that's right
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Yo...
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Call me the black champion Guess down, wanna test now
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So let's grab the mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out
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Amazin glazin Purple Haze patients
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Blazin asians in Mercedes Benz stations
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Yo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn
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Stabbin an intern, corporate book of words
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Iceatollah Motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers
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When wet lense stolers, Lex glowers who owe us
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Call up Comissionary Gordon, son go warn the Warden
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that the lord is back, rollin with his sword again
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Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits
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Guns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes
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It's on for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo
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Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror
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Carry the stainless steel armor
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Nurture the church avenue drama, yo, African gold from Ghana
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Puffin these marijuanas make Allah catch Alzheimers
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Feedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers
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Chorus: Raekwon
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It's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize
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Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same
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Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills
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Regardless what Pah things won't be the same
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Game'll get ya life kilt game rcognize
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Write wills, game slighht chills things stay the same
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Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills
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Mic skills baby pah won't be the same
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Game
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(check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me P no doubt)
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[Prodigy]
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Segregate those fake punks
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Separate the bullshit from the authentic
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Vintage rhyme division got the globe listening
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My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions
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Prohibition got my whole block pissin Christians
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One-fifty-one Dunn'll have you off balance walkin
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Don't let your e-motions get involved talkin
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to the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken
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So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment?
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Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin
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I rock for the few chosen, who got they third minds open
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Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights
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Be on the look for the bright lights and North Winds
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The trumpets be the mics ya size malevolent
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You don't be long in my evesight, Pee's a powerful soldier
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of the light and things won't be the same
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The game's over
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Chorus
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[Ghostface]
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MC Ultra high-brolic bank roll alcahol vulture
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Garlic balls dice the shield of ocre
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Tally ho pitty-pat backgammon pro
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Pink salmon five spring rolls know me, you love my intro
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Half a face wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase
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Lookin like statue of praise, check behind the drapes
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Castor Troy layin for Travolta mic gun pump
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Layin on the floor Clark's bleedin watermelon chunks
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Hold up... sprinkle the hash, Tony Chapstick
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Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish
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Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks
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Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown
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Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament
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Crashed domes now perform excellence
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Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin
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Gorbachev under Meth's nuts, he out in Belgium
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Six and a half monkeys, twelve nazis
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Four disappear, three eight two one flash to thin air
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God's replica no wheel drive motionless mind cresica
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Tilt the hat like Esther
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Chorus
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[Pete Rock]
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Aiyyo, I rumble into action, son I'm right on target
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Legendary status with the way the track started
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It's on, at any second with the high stakes
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Drama, the game's teeth sharp like pirahana
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There's a million style biters who try to create
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Make no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake
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Most valuable SP-1200 gold medals
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Rae Progidy Ghost rhyme professional
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The original, Pete Rock is like Soul on Ice
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Dynamite with the mic device
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Now roll the dic, for the game of death
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Snake eyes baby pah, the Boy Wonder's a threat
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Tha Game
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Pete Rock |