"You will be (Wu-Tang style) For all your deeds (Wu-Tang style) Be warned, you suffer (Wu-Tang style) Justice" (Wu-Tang style)
Slept on hazardous enterprise Hit from the back, from a long range in disguise Week self-captivity months Those who were holdin' it down they hold a
Do we delay the and prolong the suffer? Got a mass of starvin' niggaz wanna eat Unfair corruptions lead to Creatin' circles of destructions
So we attack, with the pen and in From the terrifyin' to the Quick to a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack
They defended airfields But bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my Or that was my liquid of choice
Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel Powerful projection, is deafening Carrier groups, that's threatening level bombing
Plus the in hand as 'Alarming', bells ring loud In the same manner But style
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Yeah, once again, all blunts again Yo the remain silent, any type of violence, I'm in Allah's most, innovative raps That wealth through, shot out the belch too
We holdin', semis with sick lines Run up, niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz so sharp, state of the art Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed darts
like water, "Apocalypse Now" Gun out blaow, wow the wild when you shot us through parkin' lots, don't get caught Let off, bark your shots, we here, off the blocks
It ain't all to the good, hatin' in the hood a hundred wolves waitin' in the woods For the Clan's I miss you in the game a court
And fugitives of rap runnin', y'all get locked up Everything was wack we popped up And got it on and poppin' Orville Redenbacher Patnah, you got no wins in Mi Casa
Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Request lines are now open, you see these MC's And thinkin', "What's that shit be smokin'?" I'm so focused, simple halitosis Keep my shit funky when I this braggadocious
Y'all got some fuckin' nerve To critic what I write, that's my word Blah blah, like N'Sync Kiss that ass "Bye bye bye" know what I'm I ain't playin'
Many shall come, few chose to stay after track I'm fightin' for survival Before me I see hills and mountains they The word's gotta move and the crowd's the ocean
I walk water holdin' y'all with the vocal What's the total people that came to see the I gave talent, construct my best poetry Potentcy, content
Side effect may a tec to eject, many places All ages streets to cages, split Shoutin' nuff love to the from Miami We live from and spread glassy
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