[Intro: kung fu samples]
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"Take the sword! "
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"The sword? "
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"Come on, give me the sword! "
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"You Wu-Tang... "
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[Dexter Wiggles:]
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Yo... here come the enemy
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And what stands, and we will take...
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For sure, the Lion of Judah stands within the way
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Ready for the voices, to call out the other
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Beware of the storm...
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[60 Second Assassin:]
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Our opponents upon the threat with the mighty Gigantor
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I'm rippin' this shit to pieces like Skeletor
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The editor, senator of all rap, competitors
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Get this job done on the mic quicker than -
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Financial or power, I attack with the sunshower
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Get the new pres', the taste of God's power
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Raining for forty days, burning for forty nights
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Meteoroligists don't even pick up from the satelline
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Coming a catastrophe, death of another M.C.
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Killed by the legendary G-O-D, as in me
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Now rest in peace, six feet beneath, subconsciously
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Periodically, and wake up and be somebody
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I swam the shores and cause the laws and I recall
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The rise and fall, but now see I walk tall
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Never needed a slugger, my rapping's like the mugging
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I rough up then tough up, I leave your shit left for supper
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Hush up your busted, you can't be trusted
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Give me a break out there, foolin' the puppet
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On with the subject, cause I'm tired of hearing this rubbish
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Now get your stinking breath off the mic
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"I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack"
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[Leggezin Fin rappin' in foreign language]
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[Leggezin Fin:]
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We had 30 years of war, live hardcore
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For our souls through the sky, alotta soldiers died
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You can't ever be denied when, words are only option
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Before you close an eye, guarantee you'll be poppin
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Ninety-nine percent, muthafuckas straight dropping
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Leaders get starting, AK's, ASK's
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With the magazine that say, real Leggezin
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Aiyo, that's what I mean, people pray for the day
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Of a good well being, man cry in your genes
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If you steppin' cleans, enemies gettin' low
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So he spy enemies, gather fake shit, counterfeit
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Try to make a profit, still I crimes up for the rise
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To the market, so many people starving, die for nothing
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I bring you little something, keep the streets bumping
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Love forever
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"Take the sword! "
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"The sword? "
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"Come on, give me the sword! "
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"I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack"
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"You Wu-Tang... "
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[Crisis:]
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Who serving us? The Knights is superb with this
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We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shaking like turbulence
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The game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it
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Give you lames encouragement, just the name get perished quick
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Black Knights, we far from good samaritans
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Keep the crowd rocking, you keep 'em nodding like heroine
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In the veins of an addict, disrespect, brains'll get splattered
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You strained from being subtracted, inflicting pain is a habit
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Killa Cali mentality, rob & sell drugs for a salary
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Niggas can't handle me, bring static like Channel 3
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On the M-I-C, or on the streets leave you like Can it Be
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You got served by my first verse, for living in a fantasy
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Yessir, like my nigga Pharell, for real
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Niggas get killed, Black Knights, we destroy then build
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[Christbearer]
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Yeah, I make it all seem so simple
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Rock the mic with my quintessential, fundamental
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Killing them off, Christbearer the boss
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The young Rick Ross on the freeway, yeah
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I see the rats run the relay
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Yeah, the judge, the jury, the prosecutor, the DEA
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Yeah, Christbearer, he say
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And he's an O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be
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The freestyle champ, keep it amped
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Then, nobody in the camp gets served
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When I swerve, Christbearer the king, I bring
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The, fire, the rain, I touch 'em, insane
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So psycho, yeah, I'm in the PJ's
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In the projects, I go, insane
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[Rugged Monk:]
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Monk spit fact not fiction, my written is too forbidden
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It be touched, to even bitten, you wack niggas submitting
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Spit darts, rap it so accurate, pierce right through your hollow bones
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Graphic clones, couldn't see me on the microphone
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Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take a choice
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Your courage is flattering, but your need couldn't come close
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| To the Rugged M-O-N-K, |
