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Supreme Clientele

Исполнитель: Ghostface Killah f Cappadonna, GZA, Mast

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[GZA]<br>Yo, too advanced, Digi` stance, made the CD enhanced<br>I move with the speed and strength of ants<br>Identical in form with the Beez they swarm<br>Hold up the cold current appear warm<br>My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y`all<br>to the beat y`all, break your windshield, your jeep stall<br>Mr. Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic<br>Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic<br>See the logo? A monument in hip-hop<br>Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks<br>Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops<br>Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot<br>Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare<br>Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare<br>Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure<br>My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure<br>No surprise, double disc touched five<br>Those elements, kept environments colonized<br>with the high flyin death-defyin flow like the Rebel<br>Right there, but you`re one light year, from my level<br><br>[Ghostface]<br>Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo..<br>Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine<br>slapped the pastor, didn`t know Pop had asthma<br>He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat<br>Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope<br>Oooh! Rev. ain`t right, his church ain`t right<br>Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes<br>Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot<br>Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"<br>Shirley fainted dead on the spot<br>Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot<br>Oh shit!<br><br>[Raekwon the Chef]<br>Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs<br>Masqueradin X-rated throw blades, all occasions<br>Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Daas gobbles White House<br>Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups<br>Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc` it out<br>No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom`s all blow<br>was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you<br>The way we lamp, fans come and get you<br>Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at<br>the black, Carlo Gambino`s stash house in Hackensack<br>Pack capsules, Green Bay `em lay `em down like wax do<br>It`s all actual we build, like Crash Crew<br>Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo<br>Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips<br>Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash<br>Alcatraz cats roll out fast..<br><br>[Cappadonna]<br>Wu thousand nuthin but hardcore<br>We tryin to get land riches and more<br>Ghost put me on to it<br>We just do it, floss or whatever<br>Take care of the business, there`s too many roughnecks<br>Give two of these to Flex, tell him it`s real rap like Ghost<br>Had to beat niggaz with toast<br>Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat<br>Poot out on y`all kid, now where your mans at?<br>Fakin the real like, "Damn I can`t stand Cappa`"<br>Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter<br>Y`all heard about us like we heard about you<br>Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue<br>Calm down not tryin to hurt you, burst through<br>That shit, fatter than all y`all niggaz outfits<br>We the glitch like Y2K<br>Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y`all have a nice day<br><br> "Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible.<br> His remarkable armor is supreme!"<br><br>[Masta Killa]<br>Yo<br>Sometimes I`m liable to spaz and break fool<br>Grab my gun, select one, snatch son<br>Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum<br>Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot<br>Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face<br>Shots to the body that shake like the bass<br>I`m Ghostfaced up, military style down<br>Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest<br><br>[Ghostface]<br>Skip to the intro, rap through po`<br>Smashed a fresh ball of wax ceasar<br>Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista<br>Wally Moc` have tie, swimmin trunks<br>Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice<br>Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless<br>Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick<br>carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights

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