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    [Intro: Raekwon] + (samples)
    (Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm...
    You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah)
    You know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man
    (Somebody tell me what do I do...)
    None at all, man... hit 'em off, none of that, man

    [Raekwon]
    Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
    Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen
    Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
    This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox
    Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain
    You knowing where it came from, stop it
    You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
    Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic
    Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt
    Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what?
    The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us
    Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats
    Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties
    Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game
    Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu

    [Chorus 1.5X: sample]
    What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah
    Somebody tell me what do I do...

    [GZA]
    We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block
    We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
    Raining with the patchwork of puzzles
    That was written in the year of the dragon
    More raw than you could ever imagine
    How much of a great blessing to a rap city
    Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty
    Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical
    Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual
    A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied
    RAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundried
    He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling
    But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings
    Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it
    For the lower level creatures that can't peep it
    I observe MC's, regardless
    From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness...

    [Chorus]

    [Masta Killa]
    Let the track wind and ya mind flow free
    Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability
    Infinity, back to the source of which it came
    Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending
    On and on and on and, travel with me
    Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact
    For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
    We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze
    The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
    Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks
    Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down
    Underneath the white T lies the four pound
    This is forty-five minutes of menacing
    Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone
    Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown)

    [Chorus]

    [Inspectah Deck]
    Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard
    True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
    Spreading the blessing across seven continents
    Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense
    Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid
    Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott
    Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual
    Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural
    Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein
    I and I ride or die under the name
    W-U, the primary, ya secondary
    Definitely not necessary, the legendary
    You printed the blueprints to do this shit
    Moving the youth in the bricks
    Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts
    Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art

    [Method Man]
    Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine
    Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time
    If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
    So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is assonine
    Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu
    Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof
    In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable
    Most Talented rap muthafucker you ever listened to

    [Cappadonna]
    I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done
    Give a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked and run
    Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice
    Smack niggas in they head everytime I write
    Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping
    Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping
    Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island
    We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent

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