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[Raekwon the Chef]Scrape y'all motherfuckersThis is my word, when you see usWhen you see us flashing and shiningAnd building and adding onY'all niggaz just watch it, hear meOnly ones that who we got respect for( )
Is them niggaz that we say peace toHear me, pay attention, put your shoes onYo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm againPirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on againWhat up, he made a move, try to assist itListen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishopBack to the novel, you Son, it's logicalHow you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacleNow my proposal, it's the globalFrom California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofuRemember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in NovemberShorty called me Santa in DecemberBut guess what, my Wally's got messed upAutograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest upWe scrape that, Land O' Lake thatMy dolo rapper get you sent backRepresent the gentlemens who bent thatFlash medallions like ItaliansLa costra nostra, we moving through your hood like a posterFlex this, Lex and Diamonds hold the settlementSo keep the bust the gun BooLike that bad ass bitch in Dead PresidentsAdd on, the billboard sloanCheck it now, you get the gold dick awardIt's like jail and it's the sixth floorTest me, floating in the S.E., now let's seeHalf of y'all niggaz built your rhyme from my sess treeFaggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a doboStay militant kid, push it like boloYou fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing itFace one, I'm guaranteed to make you take onePlease, y'all niggaz money getting lowBut did you come back, set up shop, and get the phat doughTired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'allSo what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield downFaggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga[RZA]You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swingI ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass ringsNo more said, knew your chump ass was deadWhen I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny foreheadIt's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nothing changed niggaStill shame on a nigga, who tried to run gameGet virgin and perversions, fucking bitches with PersianBugs watching niggaz like the turgeon, it's the surgeon slugsstill pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chroniclesWe, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seedsWe fall like all the leaves, who lack tranquilityIn your rap utility to fuck with the abilitiesRaised like a sperm cell to the ovaryMicrophone post tone like a rotary phoneAge of poems and poetry, old sloansExplosive head bullets, black hoodedInvalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clipsAnd know how to put it in youSurrender your goods and your merchandiseFor no purchase price, I'm certainly a heistFor your ice and curtains and viceCome quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules societyBecause of variety, so maintain your high anxietyAnd lead them to defy me, diary...I need 18 points for my next jointThis high and mointed king, to make a dealI be the one to appoint, Steve Ripken must have been sniffingTo catch something so dope, it left minor c-lits pussy drippingI fuck hundreds of bitches, and split millions of dollarsAnd built with thousands of scholarsMy life saga from the hildred of hororLegal kid brown in NicaraguaGave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbersWe drove with pistol whips into world-wide tripsAnd my dick's been sucked by the finest lipsStand to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressmentBut none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessonsOr my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest inEnter my dome get blown to 99 sections[Method Man]This rhyme has no limitations, this time there's no hesitation

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