[GZA]
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I wiped the chrome off wit the dust cloth
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'Fore I bust off
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What's the cause, life loss, high price to pay
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For a small reward, kill for that Bushwick and Horsely broad
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I provided the jump cables, through to boost the mini-pack
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Based on the drama unfolding in a track
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I dont' hold back, I spare no one
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Swords swing like shogun, now who want it?
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You see the truth, then act upon it
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Or feel the fire's fore view
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Ain't a MC that I hit can pull through
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That niggas are like kid, flashin plastic tools
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Unaware of the most-year dynastic rule, what stupid!
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[Masta Killa]
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Without a doubt, it's in the heart where the best darts were written
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Sittin at the window of the grand old earths
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Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold heat
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Cuz some savage niggas are lost beyond reach
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Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance
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Left to wonder the streets and experiment wit devilish men
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Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders
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One-twenty bomb holders let em off and explode
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The battefield haunting the daunting
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Wu-Tang dance deadly emits six pence
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Spiral rifle, barrel pointed, elastic noose
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Plastic head wrapped stifle, survival
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Tribal, title secret rival
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?Archual? subliminal message throwin
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Bitch niggas holdin on labels
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Mic cables, capable of slowin down jets on deck
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Fuckin you straight through continuously
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Justice, wit more of the critical penital
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Some long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
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Drummer bills is the street prophecies fulfilled
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Better chill, currents to the invited
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Bang for the 'phones, live niggas on they way home
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Snatch poems from clones, we got it sewn
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High Price, Small Reward
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Genius/GZA |