[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
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Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
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Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback
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See through yellow lines
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Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
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Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton
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Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope
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and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
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Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
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Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
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What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
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Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish
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You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo
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Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress
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Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at
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Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo
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Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz
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Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz
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[Chorus:]
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[All] It's Yourz!
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[RZA] The world in the palm of your hand
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[All] It's Yourz!
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[RZA] Twenty-three million of useful land
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[All] It's Yourz!
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[RZA] The seed and the black wo-man
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[All] It's Yourz!
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[RZA] Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
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[All] It's Yourz! (2X)
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[Verse Two: U-God]
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Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq
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Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week
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Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
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The night is right, I might find me a suite
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It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
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Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
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Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
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Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom
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Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
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Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
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The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
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The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
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Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season
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Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
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Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
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Never mind the laws, cause tonight
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[All] It's Yourz
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[Verse Three: RZA]
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Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp
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Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam
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at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
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Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
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You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt
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You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
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with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA
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I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard
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Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
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Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel
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You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
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Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
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[Verse Four: Inspectah Deck]
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It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
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The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
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Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
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explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
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We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I
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No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high
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Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
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Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Five: Ghostface]
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Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe
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Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight
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We hold a belt Son, that's my word
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Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it
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I think like the man behind a register
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Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer
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With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
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I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
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With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
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for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
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Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
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Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
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Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
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Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go
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Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
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Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
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[Chorus: latter 1/2]
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It's Yourz
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Wu Tang Clan |