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RZA: |
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Spectacular cardiovascular attacker! |
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Shaq's on the track with the blackular, |
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Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzla, |
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Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular |
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Veins... do it quick nicca bitch, before your brain get drained.. |
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With the horror you now have become stained... |
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Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter, |
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The skill like a splinter! A decimal, |
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Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we... |
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(Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual, |
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Styles break your mind! |
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Shine, bitch, shine |
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All: We don't need no hooks! |
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Shaq: |
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The Shaq Attaq has risen, |
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Au concrete PM this is twizm, |
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Always & forever, forever always attack, |
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I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack! |
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Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic, |
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CD, #3 Static! |
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You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin', |
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AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken |
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Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger, |
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Quick to rearrange a... outlook, so look out, |
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So here me comes! Quick to beat you down, |
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Like the RZA on the drums! |
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Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'. |
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My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman |
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Emblem! Marks, get set, go left, |
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The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth! |
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All: We don't need no hooks! |
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Method Man: |
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Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome, |
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Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down. |
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I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here |
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To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method. |
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Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz, |
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It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer: |
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Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back |
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To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track, |
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Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it, |
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The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted. |
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My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin', |
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Got your wholes block duckin' |
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Down! The end is here, apocalypse now! |
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Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out. |
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(more We don't need no hooks stuff) |
