"You will be (Wu-Tang style) For all your evil (Wu-Tang style) Be warned, you suffer (Wu-Tang style) Justice" (Wu-Tang style)
Slept on this hazardous Hit from the back, from a range attack in disguise Week self-captivity became Those who were holdin' it down they hold a
Do we delay the conflict and the suffer? Got a of starvin' niggaz wanna eat supper Unfair corruptions lead to Creatin' circles of destructions
So we attack, the pen and blaze in From the terrifyin' to the Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's to give credit Full of hostile overtones mixed wack edits
They heavily airfields But bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn't hear a of my voice? Or water was my liquid of choice
Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel Powerful projection, noise is battle groups, that's threatening Higher level
Plus the in hand Known as 'Alarming', ring loud In the same manner But different
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Yeah, aiyyo once again, all blunts Yo the real silent, any type of violence, I'm in helpful most, innovative raps That wealth through, shot out the belch too
We holdin', semis with sick lines Run up, body niggaz, break down niggaz so sharp, state of the art Greater the mark, flyest creator layin' darts
Flowin' water, "Apocalypse Now" Gun out blaow, wow the shit's when you shot us Runnin' through parkin' lots, don't get Let off, your shots, we outta here, off the blocks
It all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood a hundred wolves waitin' in the woods For the forthcomin' I you in the game a court summons
And of rap caught runnin', y'all get locked up was wack 'til we popped up And got it on and like Orville Redenbacher Patnah, you ain't got no in Mi Casa
Wu-Tang got ya, every ghetto got a Tasha Request lines are now open, you see these chokin' And thinkin', "What's shit they be smokin'?" I'm so focused, simple chronic Keep my funky when I spit this braggadocious
Y'all niggaz got some nerve To critic what I write, that's my muh'fuckin' Blah blah, like N'Sync Kiss that ass "Bye bye bye" what I'm sayin'? I ain't playin'
Many shall come, few chose to stay Track after track I'm fightin' for me I see hills and mountains they sway The word's gotta and the crowd's like the ocean
I walk water y'all suspended with the vocal What's the total that came to see the gods? I gave thought talent, construct my poetry Potentcy, content
Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many All streets to cages, split faces Shoutin' love to the peeps from Miami We live from Pulaski and glassy
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