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[repeating in background:] "rock, the body - rock the body body"

Dino the specialist

Arms, yo
Meth-Tical, John John do your thing
What? it

The all eye seein, divine
The truth brings out, the in my spine
A Hill sound again, feelin that bit me
I feel for you victims, with up in me (uh-huh)
A ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy
Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of
Every cut, I split and try and felt the (what?)
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, hissin
The faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em
Appropriate precaution, surroundin, it curtains
I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the
for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin
America the for gun wavers (what?)
The wave runners, what the blood again
you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)
The sapphire slap fire out your minds
with right timin, bite vampire rhymes

Man:]
Hmm, eye spy, my crooked eye
Full street soldiers, born to die
Put em up yeah fuck yeah, it's Hammertime
niggaz can't be touched here, the true and
Night unseen, like Jean
I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison
in the Wu-Tang dungeon, now you succumbin
to my twelve dirty dozens, flabbergasted
by tracks that be Tru Mastered, opposites
beef plus ass backwards, stick yourself
til I'm felt, ass whoopin, is bein dealt
hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt
What the deal huh? Swing low, chariot
I the Underground Railroad, with Harriett
Just a slave to the - victims I'm like alien
About to put that shit up in em, I Can't
Without My Radio, a 100 and Runnin
T2 Judgment comin, nobody's
when I about Case, still hit the staircase
when the coppers chase, I give em finger
The only hip-hop singer, to tell
to kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can ya
from this major misbehavior, heavy
layin corners in the elevator, guard your

I speculate, get my darts straight, exaggerate
Dictate, do it the Papermate, set the plate
set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha state
take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate
Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess
Army tank, high rank, got the
Got the shank talk the talk the walk from New York
to Up North to to L.A., to all day
To cliches to instant replays, to all the
To in the PJ's, equality days
With money like legs I plant eggs, roundhead
The dog bred, snakes from red, catch dead
Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we
like gangs in Now Born, check for new Don
Fuck a Yukon, you warned, we the realest
We never were conned, duffed out and born

[repeat til ("Rock, the body body - rock the body body")