[Intro/Chorus: Raekwon]
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Murder one of y'all niggaz..
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Get to hurtin one of y'all niggaz..
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Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all niggaz
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[Raekwon the Chef]... kick dirt
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Color glocks splitters just listen there's UFO visitors
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Fly paintings remainin, reclinin pro-comissioner
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One boot off he Rudolph, know he hyped flew off
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Hibernatin, dead in the makin, ear-rake him, gear-rake him
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Technician murderer, Wu hit the universe
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Our words is crush, fingers icy slush, ringers wants Mercedes bust
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Tip bottles, Movado, sailin in some Wu googles you follow
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Mail and jail letters, sendin niggaz lottos
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What made you murder my flow, what made you rival my clothes
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What made you -- fuck it, yo son these niggaz gotta owe
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I think a lot of flows, I flip exotic hoes
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We paintin pictures if it's (?) I seen a lot of those
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Gettin fly with Ghost, power just buy the boats
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RZA your vision is exquisite, daddy hide your scrolls
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Platonic chronic shows, tonic prose
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Off the meter Panasonic know, son line me a ho
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[Masta Killa]
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Devestatin shockwaves strikin the nation
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Newsflash, warn the people, assassination
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The hour of detonation, pure untampered or mixed in any form
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In any form mixed untampered it's pure
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Dissect each line of the rhyme
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Find my ingredients and nutrients
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Teach patience and obediance before movement
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Killer bee student enrollment
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I'm out your control and expose if it's synthetic
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Quote these plush degrees as I inject, there's many at risk
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Slang therapist Shallah Rae
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plus the people, with magnificent wordplay
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[Chorus]
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Aiyyo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path
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They quoted tracks while we spoke math, blowin fast
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Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft
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I don't flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash
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Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash
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Floatin past in an alley with the oak dash
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Show the cash, watch it blow in half, it's no fair
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They goin mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads
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Crabs wanna play me close and grab
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Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin jabs
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Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag
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You posin bad, show your ass son, you won't last
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With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass
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Compose a smash, rollin grass at Ghost lab
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[samples scratched: "drink to your new life.. iron flag brothers"]
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Iron Flag
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Wu Tang Clan |