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Yo, too advanced, stance, made the cd enhanced I with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the beez they Hold up the cold appear warm My first verbal brawl, started on yes yes y'all To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your stall
Mr.Traffic, shit, from ecclesiastic Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the See the logo a monument in Carved out, in the giant landscape, of rocks Whether heard in spots, jukebox or malt shops Un cut live, eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the mic, majority stare
Heard the wu snare, my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too to measure My a make me rhyme like d. banner under pressure No surprise, double touched five Those elements, environments colonized With the high death-defyin' flow like the rebel Right there, but you're one year, from my level
yeah yo check it yo Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the Slapped the pastor, didn't know pop had He pulled out his blue Bible, fell out his coat condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh rev ain't right, his ain't right
is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and I a lot" Shirley fainted on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars out the pot Oh
Egyptian, brown brown suede Timbs X-rated throw blades, all occasions Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas White House Gucci flag on the roof, us rock groups Mere intelligent, buy Marc' it out No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori all blow Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the get you The way we lamp, come and get you
Play, fullback like a fuck, war at The black, Carlo Gambino's stash in Hackensack Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em like wax do It's all actual we build, Crash Crew Coconut, incense, one sentence, Control the flinch hit this, new whips Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, and Cash cats roll out fast
Wu nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and more Ghost put me on to it we just do it, or whatever Take care of the business, too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, him it's real rap like Ghost Had to niggaz with toast clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat Poot out on y'all kid, now your mans at Fakin' the like, damn I can't stand Cappa
Then my wardrobe the next chapter Y'all heard about us we heard about you Bless the mic with reality, hit you the virtue Calm not tryin' to hurt you, burst through That shit, fatter all y'all niggaz outfits We the glitch Y2K catch the ball when it drop, guns pop have a nice day
Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is His remarkable armor is
Yo I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, son Put the barrel by his face, one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop you shot Screamin' a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the body shake like the bass I'm Ghost faced up, military down Nuff ammunitions of across the chest
to the intro, rap through po' Smashed a fresh of wax Ceasar Flashy penthouse that the vista Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin' Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for the moment, fund raiser at will, work with the homeless Polish diamond edge, Flintstones shit, in a comb pick
Carefully, the B seven series Christmas lights Too bright Ghost is y'all fix the mirrors Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man Exile he no in the hood bless the kid that max the most Me I turn a wedding into hoax roses to bombs on posts On breaks, piss in the apple juice Rasta nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop only chant Wu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back, back, back,