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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
Check it

The all eye seein, heavenly
The brings out, the temper 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 off the Remi
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey of nuts
Every cut, I and try and felt the guts (what?)
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer
The razor victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em
Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it
I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the
for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a savior
America the grave for gun (what?)
The runners, what the blood seed again
you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out minds
with timin, bite with vampire rhymes

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

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; you at the sess skate
Army tank, high rank, got the
Got the shank talk the talk walk the from New York
to Up North to to L.A., to all day
To to instant replays, to all the DJ's
To BJ's in the PJ's, days
With money like I plant eggs, Pele roundhead
The dog bred, runnin from red, catch dead
Raekwon is on, your uniform, we perform
shit like in Now Born, check for new Don
Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the
We never were conned, duffed out and born

[repeat til fade:] ("Rock, the body body - the body body")