(feat. Cappadonna)
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[Intro: Raekwon (samples)]
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(Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm...
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You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah)
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You know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man
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(Somebody tell me what do I do...)
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None at all, man... hit 'em off, none of that, man
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[Raekwon]
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Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
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Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen
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Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
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This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox
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Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain
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You knowing where it came from, stop it
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You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
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Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic
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Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt
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Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what?
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The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us
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Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats
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Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties
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Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game
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Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu
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[Chorus 1.5X: sample]
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What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah
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Somebody tell me what do I do...
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[GZA]
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We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block
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We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
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Raining with the patchwork of puzzles
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That was written in the year of the dragon
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More raw than you could ever imagine
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How much of a great blessing to a rap city
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Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty
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Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical
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Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual
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A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied
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RAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundried
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He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling
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But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings
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Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it
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For the lower level creatures that can't peep it
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I observe MC's, regardless
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From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness...
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[Chorus]
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[Masta Killa]
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Let the track wind and ya mind flow free
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Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability
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Infinity, back to the source of which it came
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Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending
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On and on and on and, travel with me
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Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact
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For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
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We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze
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The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
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Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks
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Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down
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Underneath the white T lies the four pound
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This is forty-five minutes of menacing
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Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone
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Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown)
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[Chorus]
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard
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True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
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Spreading the blessing across seven continents
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Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense
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Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid
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Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott
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Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual
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Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural
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Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein
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I and I ride or die under the name
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W-U, the primary, ya secondary
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Definitely not necessary, the legendary
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You printed the blueprints to do this shit
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Moving the youth in the bricks
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Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts
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Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art
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[Method Man]
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Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine
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Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time
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If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
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So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is assonine
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Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu
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Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof
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In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable
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Most Talented rap muthafucker you ever listened to
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[Cappadonna]
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I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done
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Give a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked and run
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| Can't nobody |
