[GZA]
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Speaking of this art form, The slang is dangerous
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Emcees are like sperm cells, A gang of us
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Fighting to reach the egg, Biting and lose a leg
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Odds are like one in ten million to pin thread
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One from a thousand speaks in his own voice
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The other nine ninety-nine imitates without choice
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They never even knowing it, Until the going gets rough
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You see the amplified sample I'm throwing with
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I grab the microphone, The unthinkable happens
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See the rockets red glare like the guns are clapping
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They still cage matching emcees that's scrapping
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Not the UFC but my opponent is tapping
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So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred
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I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred
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Also stop this uncalled for behavior
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And sipping back cats, They lact taste and flavor
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[Bronze Nazareth]
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Point blank, Your sermon gone, Point shanks and bank
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Anoint the next Vernon Johns in an African tank
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My laughter is blank, Capture actors with shanks
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Bleak Mac Truck wrecks when my brain acid rain
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Most emcees refrain, I'm derived from urban potion
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The clan I run with equip with lightning swift motion
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Tongue be the sword that can slap the ocean
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Killa Bee invade Detroit plus the axe we holding
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Thought fabric woven, Keep the thought for food cozy
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Clover's Point, Poison line, King of rolling coins
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I saw seven mountains before you focus on the point
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Extortion I'll exploit, Abortion of your plans
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Wiseman atomically unstable, You shook a metal hand
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I expand minds in my rhyme line for line
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Time is mine like my Queen gave birth to minute
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Society menace rap, The sky and Earth is mirrors
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The infinite reflection is how long I'mma reign
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Still underground like how Lincoln really aint free the slaves
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Emcees flee in a rage instead of meet in a cage
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Like a secret service gage made to spray kids who blaze
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Equivalent to fences made to trap us in Government aid
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Project walls built Fugee hype
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A blizzard broke one down guided by CIA plane lights
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X would of been Panther, Novocain grammar
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Quoted in an open window, Winter nights in the slammer
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Bleed between the lines, Rhymes are my journal
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Burn thermal, Turn vicious speed of light switches
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Write picture, Unveil jail bonds and sharp scriptures
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[GZA]
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No time for backwards thinking, Let's think ahead
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If you want to sleep when you awake then make your bed
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A lot of Emcees came to see me on referrals
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Not even knowing that they would undergo great parrels
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These cutting edge methods from the most specialized
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Craftsman, The last minute before the dust'll fly
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The lord of the art strikes a chord in your heart
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Your ear love to hear the God ripping tracks apart
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Me to hip hop is like Einstein to science
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A match made in heaven, Most likely an alliance
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Complex individual that you dream of being
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Intellectual challenging, The all eye seeing
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Got a appetite for heat, So then come and bite the beat
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And digest the rest and don't stress the part you couldn't eat
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[Chorus: GZA]
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I got word from the wise to let it drop
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Set this on fire, Take aim then let it pop
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Because regardless to whom or what, Leaving your door shut
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Giving em straight raw, Your bringing them more cut
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Like Bolivian rock, Your watered down hip hop
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Raps so out of shape and far from tip top
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Pearls next to pebbles, Spoons against shovels
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Dictators next to rebels, And Gods against devils
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7 Pounds (Remix)
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Genius/GZA |