[RZA]
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Yeah, start wit that one
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Yo, yo, yo, my acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric
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is a mixture of Arabic sandscript in it's italics
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I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend my dick release spit
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Wit love should I release hits
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We travel through bodies like blood vessels
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All y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedastool
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Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I'm chessboxin
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Words is rushin through like a herd of angry OXEN!!
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[Cappadonna]
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Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight
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Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate, terminate
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So spoil like coke in the foil
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Knock knock, I shot the whole block
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Electricity, flow splendidly
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Internally inside of me like Tony Starks tee
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I create excellency, one-sixty call L-O-U-N-G assist me
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Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly
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For slang hall, vocabulary Igor, Frankenstein mind
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Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid
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I move quick shit is accurate, Kojack tactics
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Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor
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[RZA]
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My lyrical marv-el makin more cream than Carvel
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Y'all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell
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To my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant
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My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence
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Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from Morocco
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Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco
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Wit forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch I carve
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Glitters on the paper so my family won't starve
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[Cappadonna]
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I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly involved
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Never inconceited, never been beated
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Been trapped in many wars but not yet retreated
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My style you need it, I just write to read it
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It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated
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I came a long way and guess what, I succeeded
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I conquer my opponent, and feed him baby food
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Cuz he's childish and illiterate, and ye has been rude
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To the father year me, O-R-I-G
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Respond to the war wit the killa bee law
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Scavenger nigga, you's a shhriimp
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A full line of shhiit, my ear can digest iiit
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Stop drinkin all that water, let's take it to the land
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So I can Godzilla up your shit mister Tiny Tim man
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Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk
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When I start to come down on your fuckin ass
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You tried to chop shit on up
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Played my shit like parks bitch, I'm that
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[RZA]
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Legendary microphone's weaponary
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You secondary BITCH-ASS fairies
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Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack
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You think you're slang can match
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The Wu-Tang, EMPHATICALLY now cypher
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You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue
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While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge
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Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind
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Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon
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I be the quoted mathematical combination
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Unloadin mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowin
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[Cappadonna]
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Just then, I came on the stage like wind
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Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin
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You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy
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You need a coat just to protect your throat
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Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold like ice rise
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Chap-lipped duds can't fuck wit the chatterbox
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Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox
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Shaolin niggas won't fuck wit one block *pause*
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Broke forgot about half the slang murderer
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Down wit the union big street sling murderer
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Terrorizin, move I'm tranquelizin
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Fast getaway wit the slow speed drivin
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Two miles an hour, Cappa do it wit the power
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Somebody blow something, cut fool in the tower
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'96 Recreation (Demo)
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Cappadonna |