[intro/chorus: raekwon]
Murder one of yall niggaz..
Get to hurtin one of yall niggaz..
Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of yall niggaz
[raekwon the chef]
... kick dirt
Color glocks splitters just listen theres ufo visitors
Fly paintings remainin, reclinin pro-comissioner
One boot off he rudolph, know he hyped flew off
Hibernatin, dead in the makin, ear-rake him, gear-rake him
Technician murderer, wu hit the universe
Our words is crush, fingers icy slush, ringers wants mercedes bust
Tip bottles, movado, sailin in some wu googles you follow
Mail and jail letters, sendin niggaz lottos
What made you murder my flow, what made you rival my clothes
What made you -- fuck it, yo son these niggaz gotta owe
I think a lot of flows, I flip exotic hoes
We paintin pictures if its (? ) I seen a lot of those
Gettin fly with ghost, power just buy the boats
Rza your vision is exquisite, daddy hide your scrolls
Platonic chronic shows, tonic prose
Off the meter panasonic know, son line me a ho
[masta killa]
Devestatin shockwaves strikin the nation
Newsflash, warn the people, assassination
The hour of detonation, pure untampered or mixed in any form
In any form mixed untampered its pure
Dissect each line of the rhyme
Find my ingredients and nutrients
Teach patience and obediance before movement
Killer bee student enrollment
Im out your control and expose if its synthetic
Quote these plush degrees as I inject, theres many at risk
Slang therapist shallah rae
Plus the people, with magnificent wordplay
[chorus]
[inspectah deck]
Aiyyo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path
They quoted tracks while we spoke math, blowin fast
Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft
I dont flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash
Known to blast, paramedics couldnt close the gash
Floatin past in an alley with the oak dash
Show the cash, watch it blow in half, its no fair
They goin mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads
Crabs wanna play me close and grab
Cant believe you on the canvas, Im just throwin jabs
Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag
You posin bad, show your ass son, you wont last
With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass
Compose a smash, rollin grass at ghost lab
[samples scratched: drink to your new life.. iron flag brothers]
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