(featuring Ras Kass)
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[Intro: Ras Kass]
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Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga?
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Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know
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Shouts out to my nigga Wreckonize, all my MIA
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[GZA]
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Formin' a very strong advanced post, east to west coast
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Ahead of time, competition not even half close
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Let's say, by no means, an equal value
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Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you
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To strike first, so precautions must be taken
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And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking
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It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
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in every line a word is badly placed
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Even dealing with the narrow window of time
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My arrangements are quick to shut down your power lines
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On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
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That only move, at a push of a button to pull strings
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Bad boys move in silence, secretly fade in
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Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men
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Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln
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Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston
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[Ras Kass]
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Our goal is to learn y'all niggaz, about this new world order
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But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughter
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He the author, ain't let the NARC's see this barker
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Stick to bitches walls like I'm Peter Parker
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The Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
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Five naked flicks on the Internet jacker
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Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula
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Nosferatu, spitting darts at you out of black Acura
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Homies is gat packers, rat packer
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Fly nigga, I'm the benjamin stacker tracker
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Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
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Epitome of nice, after rainbow, press the laughter
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And y'all niggaz is the worst, like fat chicks with little kicks
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If your names not YKK, then get off my dick
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Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters
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college kids and ex-felons feel us
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I'm sick with the words, Waterproofin' Liquid Swords
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The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More
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more money, more murder, and more spit n'serve
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Lyrical Swords
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| Genius/GZA |
