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(Where your at kid)

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at door
to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes, the hour's four, I told you
for mic fights
(And plus the war)

This rhyme you digest the RZA console
Ask why I slam, non-diagram
dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Golden is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the

And the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, RZA edge
One of my feroc hand held trigga cuts
spittin' shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical, mic cords, like umbilical
Cords, swords, five star general
Raw be the rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, hand tote

Yes, the is raw, comin' at your door
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for

than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done
I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew an epic
You asked for it, shot up the like syringes
My technique alone doors straight off the hinges
Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the spear
So sit back and let the king

Describe me, the kid's and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, livid pains
Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid
Side effects of, hot and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of son, dipped in black
My culture, slides and attacks like a
Ghostface and Madison is on your poster

Yes, the shit is raw, at your door
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's for more
Yes, the hour's four, I you before
for mic fights
(And plus the war)

Be on the lookout for this mass murderous
That throws more body bags than in projects
And as far as the coroners
The shows, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my brought to the academy
Of the Wu and how to

Fuck up anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
lyrics I lick through your transmit
MC's submit to the will as I your
freestyle, civilize the mentail
Devils worship this an icon
They're huggin with the grips of a python

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your
Start to scream out loud, back for more

You heard of the rasp before but kept
For the sun of song, I keep strong
Beats worthy of my cause, I prolong, extravaganza, time sits still
No propaganda, be of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your
Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X threat
CD massacre, murder to
I blow the up, you ain't seen nothin' yet
One man ran, tryin to get away it
Put bifocal on, watch me I'm comin'
your chamber like Freddy enter dreams
Discombumberate your technique and scheme
course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're on stupid like I'm stuck on the map

Nowhere to go except next bro
Entertainin' motherfuckers stop O
In battlin', you want me to start tattlin'
All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep
Bitch, you ain't got nothin' on the
Every other day my whole dress switch
So just in you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be out
I'm too ill, I represent Park
See my face on the twenty bill
it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with on the wax
Pass it in your think, put up to twelve

Put all the other LP's back on the
And a blunt, and dial 9-1-7

And you can long dick affection
I damage any MC who in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck you heard
Niggaz talkin that shit is absurd
My is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got out the car
And ran over, by the Man jeep
can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a and reconstruct your design
I know you to diss me, but I can read your mind

you weak in the knees like SWV
Tryin' to get a like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbot
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the
Under vets, we our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like
And power, born physically power speakin'
The truth in the be the pro-black teachin'