[Method Man]
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I'm sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit...
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Did I hear it?
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Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!!
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard *in background repeating*]
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SUCK A DICK!!! 6x
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SUCK MY DICK!!!
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[Method Man]
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And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
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It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop!
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It all starts wit the pad and pen, shall we begin
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To burn bush in this rap session, once again
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On the run be the Black Stallion
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Now you fuckin wit Ticallion, hmmm
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Iron Lung, boy me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun
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I'ma get you none, accept challenge AHH!
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Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it
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Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it
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Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone
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I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone to the bone
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Danger zone, that's my life and my song
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Keep it movin, hop along little doggies!
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!!
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Drive The Mack Cadillac
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Dark shade the window all sunny and black
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Pitch antenna back of the car
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Inside is a TV, even a bar
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Bulletproof down, safe and sound
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Chauffeur in the FRONT just to drive the Lexus all around
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Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside
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Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise
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[*Laughs*] Enter
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[RZA]
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Yo yo my Wu-Tang cliff'll make your atom split
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The power of my brain, you can't fathom it
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Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain
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Don't EVER say thy God name in vain
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My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe
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Can record your words
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And your lies and approach you
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And have my Dogs come and Ghost you
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When it comes to the bread son, the heat will toast you
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[U-God]
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Music makes me lose control
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This is not just rock and roll
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Hip hop digs right to the soul
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Music makes me lose control
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Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
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On a rise, now here we go
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Guaranteed to flip the show
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RZA beats is outta control
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Outta control, outta control, outta control
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Outta control, now here we go
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[Masta Killa]
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Yo who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked
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Abducted from his doorstep
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Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin
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He's a glutton
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What I'm manifestin each day is a lesson
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Ya'll faggots, came to the School of the 36 Chambers
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Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars
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We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers, whatever
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[Chorus [U-God] 2x]
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Music makes me lose control
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This is not just rock and roll
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Hip hop digs right to the soul
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Music makes me lose control
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Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
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On a rise, now here we go
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[*Skip next line on the second time of chorus*]
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Music makes me lose control [2x]
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Guaranteed to rip the show
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RZA beats is outta control
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Outta control, outta control, outta control
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Now here we go
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Fast Shadow
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Wu Tang Clan |