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[Featuring Genius And RZA]
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Yeah yeah yeah. One two. One two. Ayo Wu Tangs invincible.
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But understand the principle.
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My man Muggs droppin' phat tracks like drugs.
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Breaker breaker one two. Breaker breaker one two. You're breakin' up.
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Peace.
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Verse One: Genius
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?VE? shatter light from the Wu mansion
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Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any MC
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And the fool that fell far was the Righteous
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It was Cypress, let the media hype this
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Promotion niggas snipe this
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Push it like tray bags of 72
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Kept niggas in suede rags
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Microphone cycle, who flips the mic so well?
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Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells
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Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin'
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Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin'
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My sword indeed make more niggas bleed
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So swift that the eye couldn't record the speed
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I lost ya, wit that offer
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Nigga that'll cost ya
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Feel the strings of torture
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Bust him in the ?half gallon?
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Whats that shit he drinkin'?
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They got him thinkin'
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That he could crash his ship and he'd be sinkin'
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I told him " Come back when you're sober."
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Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October
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Don't even catch me when I'm blunted
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Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a SB-1200
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Instruments the terror on warships, its corporate
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Visual niggas paint portraits
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Verse Two: RZA
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Check the mic lines for wire-taps
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...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed...
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Fire back, all hands on deck
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Cadet, Vets, insert cassette
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Tracks snap heads like berettes
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Catch web sites like Internet
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...team, I'm detecting vehicles approaching from the East...
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Pass me the infra-red binoculars Captain so I can see
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Sound the alarm
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Call for the suicidal kamikaze ninjas with the bombs
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Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms
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Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply
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Send 'em back like George McFly
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I be holdin' this
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Travel ground like a motorist
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Poisonous gas released from my track is odorless and tasteless
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Like Ghost is Face-less
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Which allowed the God to bring it back, it be the hundred cases
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MCs heads weave like trees in a breeze to rhymes like these
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Underwater flow strikes like torpedos
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You'll get plugged more than Del Rio
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Played short like De Vito
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Split the fuck up like Mike Jakatito
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Sword cut sharper than concorde needles
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Call my second private
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...tell em Righteous importing messages to Cypress...
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I heard your crew assisted on the island with Dr. Titus
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Any chance of releasing the new deadly virus?
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To infiltrate the Western States
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Its time to pump out more rap tapes
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And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate
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RZA over and out..
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Third World
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DJ Muggs |