So whassup man?
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Coolin man
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Chillin chillin?
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Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?
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Why?
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Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?
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Yeah
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You know what I wanna hear right?
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Whatchu wanna hear?
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I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint
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Wu-Tang again?
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Ahh yeah, again and again!
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*sounds of fighting*
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[RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off
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de Inspector Deck
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[Meth] watch ya step kid (8X)
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[Inspector Deck]
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I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
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The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
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Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
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Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
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So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin
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While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin
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The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
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Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
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The vandal, too hot to handle
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Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
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Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
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The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
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[Raekwon]
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The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
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Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
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Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
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And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
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Then take all your assets
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Cause I came to shake the frame in half
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With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!
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So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
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Cause I grab the clip and
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Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
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Goin to war with the meltin pot hot
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[Method]
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It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
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Movin on your left, aah!
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And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
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I wanna break full, cock me back
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Small change, they puttin shame in the game
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I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
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And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
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Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
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But I do, true, can I get a suuu
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Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
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I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
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like the Hudson on PCP when I'm dustin
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Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
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The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*
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[U-God]
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Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed
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Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
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Sloop-B and my b-boy's U
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to my crew with the "sooooul"
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*interlude*
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watch ya step kid (8X)
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[Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon (4X)
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[RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck
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[Ol Dirty Bastard]
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First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
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I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
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I'll attack any nigga who's slackin his mack
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Come fully packed with the fat Brooklyn stack
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Shame on you when you stepped through to
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The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
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And I'll be damned if I let any man
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Come to my center, you enter, the winter
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Straight up and down that shit packed jam
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You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
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The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
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Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
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Niggaz be rollin with a stash
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ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!
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[Ghostface Killah]
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For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me
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Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
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Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon
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My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
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Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback
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I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
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I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
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And where I lounge is my stompin grounds
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I give a order to my peeps across the water
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To go and snatch up props all around the border
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And get far like a shootin star
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Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
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Point blank as I kick the square biz
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There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes
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[RZA]
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Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
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It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at
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Feelin mad hostile, wearin' Aeropostale
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Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel
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Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
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the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin
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Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin |