[conversation continued from the end of Duck Seazon]
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"The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
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There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang"
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"Die!" [*sounds of fighting are heard*]
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[Verse One: Street Life]
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So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
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While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
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like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung
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His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
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Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one
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Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums
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With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
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React slow nigga and get, P.L.O.
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By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
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who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner
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A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
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Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
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The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun
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So I reach out and try to teach one
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But eighty-five percent uncivilized content
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No tolerance so a lifetime is spent
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behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench
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Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched
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[*sounds of fighting*]
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[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]
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So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck
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Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
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To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these
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hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
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Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
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Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
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and a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram
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Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
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Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel
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Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo
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high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out
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on the regular for robbin a good nigga house
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Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable
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Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa
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[*sounds of fighting*]
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[Verse Three: Inspectah Deck]
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Ha ha ha ha, yo
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What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous
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Hit you close range with this madness
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Unique design shine like a deep dish
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The beat kick technique split all your weak shit
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Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel
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Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal
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Living legend, veteran known to set trend
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Lethal weapon, step through your section
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with the Force like Luke Skywalker
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Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture
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Live performer, bit the mic sayanora
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Borderline to insane, I rain firewater
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Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
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I got my sword cross your throat you joke
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[Verse Four: Method Man]
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We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
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when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
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Now I'm guilty by association
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Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
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commence when I throw these darts at these rappers
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Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your matress
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Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in
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Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction
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blend like a million
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All these niggaz want cheese, is we mice or men, word up
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We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction
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Once again, back on the block crumb snatchin
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Blowin backs in cold
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Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas
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Handle that like arthritis
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Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas
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[*swords clash*]
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[Verse Five: RZA]
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Drown in problems the Heineken's imported from Holland
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Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen, stone columns
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get trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps
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Pen'll grab the death of a thousand dumb tacks
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The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll
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Soul edged blade controls your inner pole
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The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root
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I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits
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with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means
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when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling
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("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops
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Shots get popped on the block cause them blood to gush
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"Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!"
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Hellz Wind Staff
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Wu Tang Clan |