[Intro: kung-fu movie samples]
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I warn you shitface! I pick who I'm gonna bury next
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Say your prayers fast, cause you're about to feel my arm in
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[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
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Freedom of speech; watch how I reach my potential
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I stay on the hunt for dope tracks and instrumentals
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Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades
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Fought temptations, slapboxed in the devil's cage
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The globetrotter, spot rusher
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I bust in your mouth like a gusher, it's Wu-Tang motherfucker!
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"Iron Man," I cock my music in the chamber
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I'm God's gift; heard I was born in a manger
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Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
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Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by a park ranger
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Burst of adrenaline, bungee jumped off the Verrazano
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I sky dive in some sky blue Ferragamo's
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Ran the streets heavy, kept my charms chunky
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You damn right I fuck fans and I keep the munchies
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[more kung-fu samples]
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Guess you must be, the four dog fist champion
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(I've heard of this devil's kick, of course yeah)
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(Everyone knows in the kung-fu world)
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(It's a method that's never been defeated yet)
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Hahaha, and won't be
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I suppose I should warn you
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I've been given good money, to kill you
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[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
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Yo, loose cannon, forty-deuce flicks, two parrots
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Lay back at The Palace like Mike Harris
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Callous, fly nicest, metallic bang mallets
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Fly your whole carriage to Paris
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The black Pat Garrett, karats on Donna Karans
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Guys die tryin to drive the McLaren
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Islamic, burn chronic out on the terrace
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Angelic, your body lie cold without spirit
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My finest hour, you're sacrificed to a higher power
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Fly from the tower, I fry sour
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And buy powder, 40 Cal give your pal a shower
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You shit in your Calvin Klein trousers
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The night prowler, your life is ours
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Knife your Eddie Bauer, leave you pushin up flowers
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You ain't counter chip counters
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Them niggaz is pimps, your bitch shouted
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The 650 get clouded
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[even more kung-fu samples]
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You'll see! I'm a master now
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And whoever insulted you, pays with his life for this
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That I swear! I'll fight now
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[sounds of combat]
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(Okay, not bad)
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(Patience, you've not seen it all yet)
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[Verse 3: Killa Sin]
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Yo, gun or beef, I don't discriminate, beat dudes black and blue
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Snack on crews like they food, takin space up on my dinner plate
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Dependin on my mental state, the mood that I'm in'll make
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me charge like a bull, pull the tool out and ventilate you
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Sin-ner takes you down, lace your crown, face get found
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full of rounds from the pound, that detonate when they penetrate
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Can tell you always been a snake, you don't move like I do
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Imitators hate the fact that they can't do what I do
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I'm mindful of my rivals, I can smell 'em when they slide through
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Provide you my arrival, still won't even get a side view
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Won't know that life is over, 'til I'm standin right beside you
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It's not that I don't like you motherfuckers, I despise you
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The other different pedigree, not cut from the same cloth
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Stay G'd up from the feet up, while your heart pump duck sauce
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I love it when they tough talk, my guns lust to bust off
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But every time I squeeze they call police to bus me up North
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Sin-ister the Finisher, they label me a menace and got
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mad when I laughed at the judge durin sentencing
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Not, glorifyin prison but I'm built tough for biddin
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See survival of the fittest shit I live it e'ry minute
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Every hour to the second, I'm granted my respect
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Never catch the God in the yard, sharpenin the weapons
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Got, shooters on demand, new recruits to the Clan
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Sticking everything movin, more loot for the fam
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Ain't a damn thing changed, just say the name bitch
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Wu-Tang!
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The Black Diamonds
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Wu-Tang Clan |