[Intro: The Reverend William Burk]
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Yeah, yeah, it's live, it's live, it's going down
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What?
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[Chorus x2: The Reverend William Burk]
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This is a robbery, boy, come out your pockets
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We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallets
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This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars
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Gimme them dollars, gimme them dollars
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[The Reverend William Burk:]
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My third eye, never blind, deep behind assassins
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Taurus is the sign, for the dimes that be asking
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William Burk, with a mind that's advanced
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And put in work, spread knowledge of outlasting
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Sharpshooter with a luger, blasting at Lucifer
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Asking the trooper of Earth to ride Jupiter
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Medusa the ruler of wicked women and timid men
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We killing cops til they free my nigga Killa Sin
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And licking shots in the battle when the war begin
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Wrath of the prominent, all hail the Gods again
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Reign of the dominant, we looking for Osama Bin
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Laden, plotting on the fall of evil rotten men
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All my squad is wise as King Solomon
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This all for one, and one for all, til the very end
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Cause once I got a friend, I never forgot a friend
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See I I'll blend, equal ten minus three
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[Chorus: RZA]
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It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket
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We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet
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It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket
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We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet
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[RZA:]
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Nigga, whether welfare cheese or franks and beans
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Or no frill can goods, you want it all from the hood
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Fifty packs of Oodles and Noodles, dipsey doodles, cheese doodles
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Next to the West Indian man who try to blow voodoo
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On your most beloved, why I come down from regions undiscovered
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I have you hovered over by black brothers in public, it's rugged
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My fatal wound, you not immune, I'm departing like King Arthur
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Open hand combat is unlimited, I'm the tomcat, word
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The old war calling Maserati with the spoiler
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Carry middle east oil and hot water boilers
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Cop pull bars from NATO, eating fried green tomatoes
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We will bake your head like it's Mr. Potato
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Me and Reverend Burk is like Green Hornet and Kato
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Godfather, the Clan man, don't you turn Fredo
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Calm like sippin' top sake, northern Vodka Hanna
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Train like Rocky defending Apollo Creed's honor
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The Steels unbendable, it's not recommendable
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To defend the rule, we come up, we finish you
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Cause then the Liquid Sword will strike down, diminish you
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Your fate like the bottom of an old worn tennis shoe
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I'm just skinning you, not aiming for ending you
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The multiple, the force of the pen could do
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[Chorus: The Reverend William Burk]
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This is a robbery, boy, come out your pockets
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We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallets
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This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars
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Gimme them dollars, gimme them dollars
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[Chorus: RZA]
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It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket
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We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet
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It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket
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We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet
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Robbery (Revelations Remix)
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| RZA |
