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It`s on..[Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid?Ryzarector..[Break: Raekwon the Chef]Yes the shit is raw, comin at your doorStart to scream out loud, Wu-Tang`s back for moreYes the hour`s four, I told you beforePrepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)[Verse One: U-God]This rhyme you digest through the RZA consoleAsk why I slam nine diagram poleRaekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte DameGolden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu`ranIt blows extreme, mean stream be the themeSupreme team, America`s Cream Team, redeemedVidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al CaponeGun POW to the domeAnd split the bone, wig blown off the ledgeBy the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edgeOne dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cutsAcapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touchedAnd critical mic cords, hangin like umbilicalCords, dope swords, five star generalRaw be the quote rap style sore throatThrough the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm[Break: (first two lines)][Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get doneI hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check itSlick majestic, broke mics are left infectedGerms start to spread through your crew, drew like an epicYou asked for it, shot up the jams like syringesMy technique alone blows doors straight off the hingesMasked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like windWith a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spearSo sit back and let the king exploreDescribe me, the kid`s nice and he holds swordsAnd his name, black attack`s the nerve like migrainesWith more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp painsPoisonous Rebel like Deck, you can`t destroy thisYou get ambushed, skate, try to avoid thisSide effects of, hot raps and hot tracksA duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in blackMy culture, glides and attacks just like a vultureGhostface in Madison Square is on your poster[Break][Verse Three: Masta Killa]Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspectThat fills more body bags than apartments in projectsAnd as far as the coroners knowThe autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blowPut on by my family brought to the academyof the Wu and learned how tofuck up yo` anatomy, steadily, calm and deadlySpatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmitMC`s submit to the will as I kill yourjuvenile freestyle, civilize the men-talDevils worship this like an iconBear-huggin mics with the grips of a python[Break][Verse Four: Cappadonna]You heard of the rasp before but kept waitinfor the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strongBeats never worthy of my cause, I prolongExtravangza, time sits stillNo propoganda, be wary of the skillAs I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrumDedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsomeLebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threatCD massacre, murder to cassetteI blow the shop up, you ain`t seen nuttin yetOne man ran, tryin to get away from itPut your bifocal on, watch me a-comethinto your chamber like Freddy enter dreamDiscombumberate your technique and your schemeFour course applause, like a black dat to datYou`re stuck on stupid like I`m stuck on the mapNowhere to go except next show broEntertainin motherfuckers can`t stop Oin battlin, you don`t want me to start tattlinAll upon the stage cause y`all snakes keep rattlinBitch, you ain`t got nothin on the richEvery other day my whole dress code switchSo just in case you want to clock me like SherryAll y`all crab bitches ain`t got to worryCan`t get a nigga like Don dime a dozenEven if I`m smoked out I can`t be scoped outI`m too ill, I represent Park HillSee my face on the twenty dollar billCash it in, and get ten dollars backThe fat LP with Cappachino on the waxPass it in your think, put valve up to twelvePut all the other LP`s back on the shelfAnd smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-71-6-0-4-9-3-11And you could get long dick hip-hop affectionI damage any MC who step in my directionI`m Staten Island`s best son fuck what you heardNiggaz still talkin that shit is absurdMy repotoire, is U.S.S.R.P.L.O. style got thrown out the carand ran over, by the Method Man jeepDivine can`t define my style is so deeplike pussy, my low cut fade stay bushylike a porcupine, I part backs like a spineCut you like a blunt and reconstruct your designI know you want to diss me, but I can read your mindCuz you weak in the knees, like SWVTryin to get a title like Wu Killa BeeKid change your habit, you know I`m friends with the AbbottMe and RZA ridin name printed in the tabletunder vets, we paid our debts for mad yearsHibernate the sound, and now we out like beersand blunt power, born physically power speakinThe truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

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