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(Where your at kid)

Yes, the shit is raw, at your door
Start to scream out loud, back for more
Yes, the four, I told you before
for mic fights
(And plus the war)

This rhyme you digest through the RZA
Ask why I slam, pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte
Golden Arms is bronze, palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the
Supreme team, America's team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the

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

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

More than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get
I hold a title, enhanced how my was won, check 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 blows doors off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear wind
With a freestyle, sharper the Indian spear
So sit back and let the explore

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

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

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

up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I through your transmit
MC's to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, the mentail
Devils worship this an icon
They're huggin mics with the of a python

Yes, the is raw, comin' at your door
Start to out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more

You heard of the before but kept waiting
For the sun of song, I keep strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong, extravaganza, time still
No propaganda, be wary of the
As I bring the music, make love to your eardrum
to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X threat
CD massacre, to casette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen yet
One man ran, tryin to get from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me I'm
Into your chamber like enter dreams
Discombumberate your and your 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 don't me to start tattlin'
All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep
Bitch, you ain't got on the rich
Every other day my whole code switch
So just in case you to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a
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
Cash it in, and get ten dollars
The fat LP with on the wax
it in your think, put valve up to twelve

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

And you can long hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son what 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
Divine define my style is so deep
pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I backs like a spine
Cut you like a and reconstruct your design
I know you to diss me, but I can read your mind

'Cuz you in the knees like SWV
Tryin' to get a title like Wu Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm with the Abbot
Me and RZA ridin printed in the tablet
Under vets, we paid our for mad years
the sound, and now we out like beers
And blunt power, physically power speakin'
The truth in the song be the teachin'