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YoyoyoyoyoYO! Yo
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Is the niggaz ready for this son?
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Niggaz ain't ready for this ock
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One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man)
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Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it)
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Lyrical threat
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Representing Wu Tang
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Slang ninety five
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Hittin it live
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You know what time it is
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Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw
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Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war
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Then slide by my, lyrical driveby
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Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they got
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when they rush, built like construction tools
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Crushing fools, in twos
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Forced dude to blast you out your fuckin shoes
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A South swap with the bombs I drop
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Plan A to terrorize you can't stop the plot
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Execution of an amateur, who dared to challenge the
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Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur
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Truth is my shield, show and prove I reveal
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Reality, a coldness the heart can feel
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Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five
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But I survived in these hard times I nearly died
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Now I'm wanted by death I did escape
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Now it's thrown on a tape with those who can relate
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Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase
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Hits takin place, yo God, watch the Jakes
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Out of state court dates, chase me with the warrants
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For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence
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The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from
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Coming through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son
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So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal
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Potential witnesses are incapable
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of testifying, I won't be frying in the chair
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Plus the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and safe clothes
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I make foes, exasperates then, I make friends
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Cause today's friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end
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And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck
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Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects
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No one on this earth, can hold me
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No one on this earth, can fool me
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No one on this earth, can grip the mic
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Like, I, do, nigga
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You ever, feel, that you can
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Test me, you got to face the Clan and
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Never, return to the mic again
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There's no one in the world
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Let me at them! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum
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Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger
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Tongue in your throat is swiss cheese
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The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder
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Wu-Tang killa bee aimed at your brain
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with my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya
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Thirty-six chambers of anger, frustration
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For waiting, to let loose on the nation
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Far from commercial no need for no rehearsal
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Hit you from all angles then form a circle
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Go against the grain within close range
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when I Slam, like Onyx, come get some, that's a promise
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I'll represent, here's the evidence
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Science of mad murder plates I make sense
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My technique of speech is deep, like Leviathan
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Hittin up your block with rhymes, like a firing
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Shooting for the platinum, then bring it back to
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the same place I got the gat from, let me at them!
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Let Me At Them
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Inspectah Deck |