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Popa Wu

Visions of the Tenth Chamber

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Typed by: Masta10304@HotMail.com, goldenarms_10304@yahoo.com[Manley Musa]Yo, what? What? Run kid, run!You should break North for thinkin with your`sSend out track signed sincerely hardcoreThrow you in a choke hold hoe, I smack you with the Mac-one-oneMy raps are double-action, run the track from the back endDon`t have me bust your lip or have my glock slipThat`s one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?I`m two seconds off, I`m one second lost from the six-packNow we put in together, we can all get thatHuh? Puff forty the rocker, Shorty naughty with two squigsThree pulls then pass it back, don`t even ask me why, blackYou may act, sane, you may act, shadyI think he`s still goin crazy over his baby HaileyGo hey-hey Hailey walk slow, my slow flow`s so remarkableThe rap attract until MC`s come so I could spark a fewPut you on starvin like a hostage, put you on like `em fossilsWhat a rascal, triangular when I`m verbal head-bangin yaThis style, lean on poles and watch heads foldAnd bang their pins like it`s the same sessionSo call the best that you know, uh, I`m numero unoNumber one, hoe, whatever language you knowYou could`ve been my ace or my ill, we go through cases to buildRight now you goin through faces of fearSo it`s a rhyme fract`, you don`t turn out the lightsAnd beast walk the streets, got you scared of the night[Chorus 2X: sample]Play y`all niggaz drunk, it ain`t no mothafucka like mePlay y`all niggaz drunk, it ain`t no mothafucka like mePlay y`all niggaz drunk, it ain`t no mothafucka like meCuz I be on, I be on some New Improved next shit[Drunken Dragon]Yo, yo, yo...They call me Darth Vader when I`m invadin ya spaceRaid your area (Yo RZA hit `em with the mace)Leave that hard shit up under a rock, ya sound fakeThe platform shake, I`m like a human earthquakeFeel the tremors, lights get dimmer, cut your power linesShort-shiggety-shine, illuminate your mindI heard too many rhymes slackin, too many MC`s be lackinThe skill that it takes (and they still rappin!)My apparatus is the baddest, my lyrical flow`s the maddestYour style is the Pips without the Gladys (Hoo!)Light-Brite, these MC`s be writin wack rhymesClaimin that they pullin fifty triggas at a time(Yo they lyin) I`m out firin, yo Puff you beWhile you poppin shit I`m poppin nuts up in your girl`s coutieI roll the mic up in the PhillySmoked it, now watch these MC`s get sillyFrom the contact, Dragon, I rip mic`s tightPoppin couchie in the daytime and lyrics at nightDamn right, Bob, I rock a rhyme non-stopStraight from Brooklyn where my hip-hop gets dropped[Chorus 2X][Delta #1]Ain`t no mothafucker like me...On some next shit, holdin laser three-eightiesGivin laser dick to a bitch like Kendra, playaI`m on tracks hustlin my pen, I`m a Nigga With AttitudeLike Ren & Dre, keepin verses gangstaAnd I teach my little couso`s how to spit verbal ammoThat I had Flex on they dick and bomb shit upWhen my squad rolls up, it`s Nuthin But A `G` ThangWe keep raps potent, that`s a gumbo thing, what?[Kendra] (Buddha Monk) {both}Got y`all niggaz on ya back like I`ma fuck `em in the VIf you see my cheetahs, China rings overseas(It`s the darker slower, sword swingin, kamikaze gun totinBust a rhyme with the Henny, drunk totin)It`s motion on stage, put niggaz in a crazeMusical chairs when I raise like flags, a forteHell raise, find ya by doorags (doorags, nigga)You crews laugh, this staff blew too fast(We never knew that our slang would cause too much impactOn the Devil, wantin to reject that but the kids is buyin that)Nigga`s tryin that, tricks we give, tricks with kidsShit we live, catchin licks, all in the demon`s gripNeed I say more? Blow up Buddha-God, the sage shoreSalute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin youScarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you(You stuck by two of the greatest tactics) Yes(We bomby blue, blarin on every track, if you ask usIt`s the Blackout, bum-rush) You wanna get stupid?(Cold, ready to aim to bust back and make noise)My corpse is a RZA from a thriller or nine killaPassin by Mumia is like trapped in the raw, nigga(So who wanna test those who sue skin like iodine)Acidic, my rock frequency like Jesus in Palestine(Packin nickel-plated chrome ninesI design lines to the burn-freeze minds)Cross the River Jordan in Timbs to get mine{It ain`t a mothafucka like me}[Chorus 2.5X]

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