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+Old Man[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I want two beef patties, special sauce, onions, tomatoes
+Lettuce, on a sesame seed bun... on a a sesame seed bun, you big dummy!
+Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh (I want two beef patties)
+Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh (with onions... special sauce)
+Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh (cheese on the special sauce, sesame seed bun!)
+Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh (you big dummy!)
+Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+I rock the mic and make the crowd said "Ho!"
+People if you ready to ride, then let's go
+The older the wine, the more vintage
+Each sentence, mature like stock dropped on beat
+Sold in it's highest peak, the black panther
+Call him for the answer, the Shadow Dancer
+No cure for the cancer, carefully approach this near-ville approach
+Tension in the street, we stressed and wanna eat
+Supply, meet the demand for those who get high
+Sly & the Family, carve my name in Stone, peace to Angie
+On and On, Chief Jay Strong'
+.44 long, state today's math and what's ya name born
+The Abbott had his head reflectin' off the chrome
+Bank loan for a mil', Oprah, hold me down like Dr. Phil
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+This is napsack rap, oint joint gas
+My gats point at you now you can't point back
+Penetratin' skulls, I'm diggin' holes like the mole
+My sword will not dull
+My daily toil's: to protect the Earth so the seeds won't spoil
+Ya Frankenstein type mind like Peter Boil
+Hooked on that Power-U, money, weed, power, too
+Powerful God-U, fine booze, lines of snooze {*inhales*}
+Clouds of smoke, we smoke to daybreak
+We keep the leaves soaked, in that PC
+Y'all best to run when y'all see me
+I'm like Godzilla stompin' through Mt. Fiji
+On his way to Tokyo
+You hollow block head tell lies like Pinochio
+Flip the Nokio phone, call my nigga T.S
+"How you want the Triple X rock cut? V.S.?"
+Or Princess, or simply solid
+The Prince word is worth more than the wallet
+[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Doggy doggy! We'll steal your bone!
+Doggy doggy! We'll steal your bonnnne!
+Doggy doggy! We'll steal your bone!
+Doggy doggy! (I said!) We'll steal your bone!
+
+[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I said, two beef patties, special sauce
+Onions, tomatoes, lettuce on a sesame seed bun
+On a sesame seed bun, you big dummy!!
+Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh
+Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh
+Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhh
+Dah-dah-dah-deh-duhhhhhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Street Corner[Produced by Bronze Nazareth]
+
+[Intro: sample (Inspectah Deck)]
+Looking on various street corners
+I'm sure you've seen it yourself
+Standing on the corner, is an alleged brother
+Dressed in blue, or green, red and black
+And starting the news, that the revolution is coming
+And you better get ready, sort of like (I feel you, son)
+The end of the world is coming, unfortunately (I got you, though)
+The world is just gonna drag on and on (I know how it is)
+And we have a poem that we've written particularly (I said, I know how it is)
+For the brothers on the street corners
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+When the revolution come, you can see me on the front line
+Firing my gun, standing right beside my son
+If I go, it's understood that I stood for something
+When my whole life, they told me, I was good for nothing
+I was raised by the stray dogs, blazed off, layed off
+Breaking laws, graveyard shifting every day war
+Focus now, notice how, things change, soldier
+I remain the same, I'm older now, I embrace the pain
+I blame the struggle, nearly drove me insane
+Thought I lost my head, till my brethren told me the same
+No tears for the reaper, I've buried bout a thousand
+In graffiti, "rest in peace" sprayed off throughout the housing
+I tried to stay civilized, the hood's a prison inside
+The only difference is the doors don't slide
+Still we trapped in the animal cage, cause we got animal ways
+So we react, with the animal rage
+And my section's real, weapons peel, cheddar's the deal
+Seen the depths of hell, now I stare, death in the grill
+From the slave ships, to today's bricks, same shit
+I'm awake, to the wickedness, and one, with the pavement
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+The all great mind stays divine, my hands remain deadly
+We shine without the hung jewelry, produce light
+That'll travel through mics, now as the time riping
+We took words that we nourishing, encouraging
+A nation to awaken, those who were sleeping
+Can you conceive the thought? Transatlantic import
+Slave and bought, secret relations between blacks and Jews
+Might set a fuse off in the head
+Many dead lynch hung, swung from trees
+Brothers in the struggle together, eat from one pot
+Hold each other down to the sneaker
+Nothing come between us
+Fast money and chicks, did it to the best of cliques
+It's sickening... huh
+
+[Hook: Masta Killa]
+It's me and you son, forever in the struggle
+No doubt, we hustle, survival is the motto
+Will you soon follow, a better tomorrow
+...For a better tomorrow
+It's me and you son, forever in the struggle
+No doubt, we hustle, survival is the motto
+Will you soon follow, a better tomorrow
+...For a better tomorrow
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+I catch a few flashbacks about, going through the struggle
+How we used to make dollars, from all the snow we shoveled
+In a broke neighborhood, where the kids often dream
+About a lavish life, that is mostly seen in the screen
+Where some dreams are quickly cut short, due to gang violence
+From loud guns, that kept witnesses, in deep silence
+Was it bad timing? Jealousy from too much shining?
+Or a set up, from a girl that he wined, kept dining
+It's a known fact, they will attack, cause it's like that
+And depending on the, kind of impact, that strike back
+In a town where the talk is cheap and, beef is brief
+A mother sobs uncontrollably, and exhibit the grief
+Large holes in the front door, of a housing tenement
+Allows room to retaliate, so conflict is imminent
+This hate in the brain, destroys the cells like cancer
+Even experts are stuck with more questions than answersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Masta Killa[Intro: sample (Masta Killa)]
+You are watching a master at work..
+(Haha, haha, yeah, haha...)
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Steppin' live in the place, smackin' blood out his face
+It's the principal, don't get it wrong
+What I do to eat, is nothing in comparison
+To what I do to keep, self up, right and exact
+Sway the mac' if I have to defend the castle
+Slang lasso, ropin' them til they recoup
+Pass the keys to the Coupe, it's cute for wiz to scoot off, '95 north
+Cut from the cloth of king, who bare struggle
+In this life line, theology of time
+Move with our major motion to the mic
+To recite the dart that I have written
+Light exists in the darkness, instant gratification
+How far can you travel to mic spar?
+
+[Interlude: Bruce Lee sample (Masta Killa)]
+Water is the softest substance in the world
+At yet, it can penetrate the hardest, rock
+Or, anything granite, you name it
+Umm.. water also is insubstantial; by that I mean
+You cannot grasp hold of it, you cannot punch it and hurt it
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+See the God light gleam so bright, I gain birth to
+That you attract you, heart so fuller
+Make you wanna pull your trigger and get rid a
+Shiny bald militant head like Lou Gossett
+He's walkin' with the shinin' lamp of knowledge
+Glory be the law, with the justice sword
+Supreme being, all I seeing, radiant son
+Imperishable absolute, ya'll salute
+Approximately three mil', bodies like an empty vessels
+I must fill, check where I came from
+Any God seal a Mason is my Sun
+In this scene, lesson number one, for the dumb
+If he ain't true and living, son, then I never heard of one
+Pack your gun, one on one, come and get some
+
+[Interlude: Bruce Lee sample (Masta Killa)]
+Water... now you put water into a cup..., it becomes the cup
+You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle
+You put it in a tea pot, it becomes the tea pot
+Now water can flow, or it can crash..
+Be water, my friend... (yo, heh, yo)
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Yo, I thought the sign read: "No colors allowed"
+Well how then, give me a few, just listen
+Instead of wasting time, try'nna grab them back
+The dominant magnetic will always attract
+The under-life, quoting him, describe the beat
+Now Eminem, for example, just another sample
+Of your worst nightmare, coming back at you
+So beautiful designed, the places of time, to see
+Everything that has been, always will be
+Now figure out the riddle, the never ending cycle
+Born in his self, back into the circle
+I'm thankful for the blessing, testing of the lessons
+Answers and questions, trials and tribulations
+That were set upon me, it's hard for some to see
+But it's clear as day to me..
+[Outro: Bruce Lee sample]
+Be water, my friend..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Therapy[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Yo, I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic
+The first fresh thoughts of the day are so clear
+When I walk, in my head, there's a voice that talks
+In my ear I can hear so clear, you think I'm buggin', right?
+I'm just contemplating the silent, holla for this
+Out to the West Side my killer Cali gangstas ride and get they head right
+Yo, son, I'm on the next flight in
+Twist somethin' tight, I'm guaranteed to write a hit song before we reach
+Throw the instrumental on and watch this word pattern of speech
+Men form, military armed, ready to swarm, get your party on
+Drinks on the house tonight, ladies lookin' right
+Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves strong
+Ghost want the red light on before we get on
+An hour's too short to rock, we got a million songs
+
+[Break: Method Man & Masta Killa]
+Oh yeah, this real nice right here Kill Kill
+Oh yeah?
+Oh yeah, I'm feelin' this one right here
+Yeah
+Okay
+So it's my turn to sit in the chair?
+Indeed, my brother
+Aight, let's go (Haha)
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Yo, I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic
+Light my first blunt of the day to start the movement
+I'm sittin' in the room with a view, there's always room for improvement
+So I grab my coat and go and prove it
+Just me against the world, you can find me in the streets
+She'll spot me in the lobby, probably find me in the free
+Cop a 'Rari, the lobby in the linin' of my seats
+Tryna put me in a lineup 'til I wind up in the beast
+That's the belly, how dare they try to tell me when to eat
+With a plate of food barely in my reach
+My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets
+Wear the same Pelle-Pelle's for a week
+But now we livin' life
+It's such a good life I wish that I could live it twice
+I'd probably make the same wiz my wife
+It's Wu-Tang Clan, always collect cheddar
+Proper education, always correct errors
+
+[Break: Redman]
+Killa house in the buildin'
+You all ready, nigga?
+Hey yo, peace to my brothers from [?]
+Yes sir, nigga
+Good lookin', nigga
+[Verse 3: Redman]
+Yo, bananas, Redman so gorilla
+Chi-town know I'm pimpin' the mic, nigga
+One hit, and chicks follow me like Twitter
+Crack when I talk, I like the mic stem up
+The fiends hit it, chicks swing with it
+I'll box niggas in like Don King did it
+Sixteens I write, it's seems so vivid
+My notebooks I'm lettin' eBay bid it
+I get dough, bad pair for the sick flow
+My weed more greener than Lou Ferrigno
+My right-hand man hand on the pistol
+I crack these squares up like Nabisco
+Oh, look at me, I'm lightweight
+But with the heart to peel back your white meat
+Yo wifey want me to make her wifey
+Hit it, make the bitch hyphy at high speed
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+**************************************************
+Iron God Chamber[Intro: U-God]
+Yo
+Yo
+Yo
+Yo, yo
+
+[U-God]
+Time to knock 'em out, cut 'em with the glass hand
+Time to shut 'em down, I'm coming out the badland
+Oscar the Grouch, kid, jumping out the trashcan
+The last man that violated, got chopped with the sword
+Send him a one way express ticket to see the Lord
+You think we falling off, the beef's internal
+All that bullshit we going through, it don't concern you
+I'll thermonuclear burn you, you'se a human sacrifice
+Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ
+Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices
+Kid, stashing these stripes, join the force
+Honey, take ya flick, lift and point to the boss, soon
+As you blink, your coins is tossed
+It only takes four bars to get my point accross
+And I'm cold as winter frost, on top of the mountains
+Elijah, was the prophet, along came Malcolm
+And I'm scalping niggas, taking devil's heads
+Money generated, niggas taking heavy bread
+[RZA]
+I was born in a barrel of razor blades
+Right next door to haze, I used to be afraid
+Of the devil, as a boy, but now as a grown man
+I realized, he is just a toy
+A grafted image, of the magnificent splendid
+Dominant, prominent, Islamic
+I was here before the dinosaurs, shine and defining law
+Measure every inch of the Earth, combining more
+Elements and chemicals, phosphates and minerals
+Kept devils on the run, like Monk-Monk the General
+Appear in a king attire, slept in a ring of fire
+I, got a bigger beat than Billy Squier
+Dirty Dick Dastard' dart, straight out the dungeon
+Transform on niggas like the werewolf from London
+Paul Bunyan ax tracks, get peeled, caps back
+Hard to get out, nigga, head like naps
+Parental advisory, no M.C. is wisin' me
+Me and the mic, like, ebony and ivory
+We go together, like, cheese and cheddar, like
+Jeans and sweater, like, Mo' and better, like
+Who could take a sun ray, twist it to a rainbow
+Darts sit upon your head like the Kangol
+V is for Victory, I mastered your trickery
+Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
+So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me
+Wu Killa Bee, from now to infinity
+[Method Man]
+Look at this bitch ass, snitch ass, about to get a kicked ass
+Get mad, get smashed, and get another zip bag of 'dro
+For these ho niggas, slow niggas, told niggas
+Fucking with the coal miner's daughter, she a gold digger
+Killa, I'm back iller, been realer, chinchilla
+Coat, ex-crack dealer, cap peeler, dope
+Uncut coke, cut throat, niggas had enough dough
+What up, though? My nigga, I don't trust no bitches
+That's real shit, feel this, vanilla Dutch is still lit
+Forensics is still tryna figure how I killed it
+Wu-Tang, my crew bang, let our nuts hang
+Like that piece on a new chain, mami, pop the poontang
+Your party, find me where the stars be, or probably
+Walk into the corner store on Targhee
+Smokin' Bob Marley's, I'm hardly, a nigga to be fucked with
+And you tryna 'catch up, but you barely cut the mustard, aight then
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Just another spine chiller, U-G, RZA
+M-A-S-T, A-K-Illa, M-E-T-H, O-D gorilla, straight from the Killa
+Brownsvillah, do or die Bed-Stuy
+Murderer, East terrorist, we clap gun thunderist
+Land of the Iron Gods, swords can't live
+Medina stay warrior, how can I escape the block
+From being boxed off, lost in the shuffle of life
+Living right cost, legendary crime boss
+Fresh kicks drip in the street, beautiful unique
+Freestyle, be so wild, fresh out the Penal
+Track it on the Pro Tools file, smooth as blue nile
+Wave spin, water blend, dart flow, sun glow
+Kool Moe Dee roll, gang up on a power show
+Snoop never love a ho, bang it on in your vehicle slow
+You don't know how the God be flipping the style
+And keep it so, Witty Unpredictable
+Truth All Natural, the Gods is actual
+It's a fact, I was destined, to grab the mic and bless themEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Loyalty Is Royalty (R.I.F. - Rapping Is Fundamental)[Produced by 9th Wonder]
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Yo, listen, tonight'll be exquisite
+Behold the magnificent, garments stitched from the best simstress
+Persian gold wolven, silk linen
+Diamond red rubies and my crown heavy
+Clark Wally boots, suede with the French braid
+Preparing for the greeting, peace princess
+You truly are a beauty behold
+I would love to have you as my guest, serving you the best
+Watching you unwind, the pleasure's all mine
+While I'm chasing your speed, words of seduction and sexual tones
+I was wondering, if (I take you'll home), would you grow in
+Over in, I'm in the zone while I'm watching you dance
+And I'm thrown by your passionate moans and the sounds making me
+
+[Chorus: Aaron "A.B." Abernathy]
+Loyalty is royalty, loyalty is royalty
+Loyalty is royalty, I'm so glad I found you
+So glad I found you
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Oh, she so sexy and she so sweet
+This hot little mama, I always wanted to meet
+Oh, indeed you are, yes, beautiful command your squad
+My starship taking you up, I love it how you flexing
+When you steppin' in the lobby, cream royal lioness
+Allow me to express, she smelling real delicious
+Bringing out my hot, cool and vicious
+Well built, butter soft skin, hair silk
+Intelligent, profession, paralegal on your hardcore
+You need a man to hold you down every now and again
+And love you like a genuine friend, yeah
+[Chorus]
+Loyalty is royalty, loyalty is royalty
+Loyalty is royalty, I'm so glad I found you
+So glad I found youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+OGs Told Me[Produced by Dame Grease]
+
+[Verse 1: Boy Backs]
+Eh-yo, I'm fresh off the airplane, running through the airport
+Six hours jet lag now I'm smoking Newports
+Rent a car Trans Am, now I'm on transport
+I can drive reckless, insurance full tort
+Rap is my hobby, racing is my new sport
+Backs on the mission, y'all better abort
+I never cop pleas I just take it to court
+Catch me in the projects still drinking a quart
+Sitting on crates, my cocaine is great
+My weed even better we never smoking that [?gredda?]
+Pure garbage, Backwoods and baggage
+With Tommy Green I'm still spending that cabbage
+Pull a pistol, still letting 'em have it
+32 sub you can call me Magic
+David Blaine I'm back simple and plain
+Prisoner of war, I'm rap's John McCain
+
+[Chorus: MoeRoc]
+My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money
+My OG told me 'bout life
+My OG told me, said the OG told me
+Said the OGs told me that real
+My OG told me 'bout money
+My OG told me 'bout life
+My OG told me, said the OG told me
+I said the OGs told me that real
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Peace yelling drum the kick, Killa [?Murdy?] Clique
+Billion dollar motion picture, figure niggas
+Thousand dollar baller, riches kill snake and snitches
+Diamond pinky ringing for the bitches
+Listen to the greatest rap murderer, East Medina warrior
+Snow-colored Benz in the winter, Wu forever
+Don't you ever think we ain't forever, still tougher than leather
+Still taking money, monumental words
+For the mental still lethal, spit fly shit seasonal
+Major League, universal song rang regional
+But still in these concrete streets where life is so real
+I still set sail for my peoples 'cause I see you
+
+[Chorus: MoeRoc]
+My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money
+My OG told me 'bout life
+My OG told me, said the OG told me
+Said the OGs told me that real
+My OG told me 'bout money
+My OG told me 'bout life
+My OG told me, said the OG told me
+I said the OGs told me that real
+
+[Verse 3: Boy Backs]
+Double Benzes, we ride bumper to bumper
+Rims on every wheel, you rolling with hoodville
+We so ill, y'all cats is no thrill
+Anybody in the way get turned to road kill
+Die slow, my team is on go
+We 55 deep and wearing that logo
+I'm a lion born a Leo
+And you know I got soul but never a Ne-Yo
+Y'all rappers is broke like T.O
+Better off running up in the bank like Cleo
+Set it off, I'm quick to let it off
+High grade weed and a bottle of Smirnoff
+[Chorus: MoeRoc]
+My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money
+My OG told me 'bout life
+My OG told me, said the OG told me
+Said the OGs told me that real
+My OG told me 'bout money
+My OG told me 'bout life
+My OG told me, said the OG told me
+I said the OGs told me that real
+
+[Outro: Masta Killa]
+Wu-Tang forever, nigga
+Wu-Tang forever, nigga
+Wu-Tang forever, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+School[Intro: sample]
+What are you doing home from school so early?
+You shouldn't be back for another two hours
+Now answer me... what are you doing home?
+(I got suspended) Suspended? For what?
+(Nothing) A good student like you, don't get suspended for nothing
+Now why were you sent home? ('Cause I'm black!)
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Bangin' on the lunchroom table, I used to spectate
+And watch some of the MC greats
+Throw verses back and forth, I didn't have the heart to step forth
+I used to take it home to write some of my own
+But still I wasn't ready to touch the mic-phone
+The back staircases of school was filled with blunt residue
+A broken light bulb and the crew, a man or two
+Bangin' on the wall while a few M.C.'s, shoot the breeze
+I'm just passin' through, I might've took two off the trees
+We fiend for this hip hop quarantine
+Listen out for the walkie talkies of the Dean (security coming...)
+
+[Beat Switch]
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Bododo.. school!
+Sat in the back of the class with my hand up
+Two wild security guards, grabbed my man up
+Threw him in detention for 5 days suspension
+Cause he said, the teacher was lyin about the Indians
+Trying to dumb us with the story of Columbus
+And brain-numb us, when all you see, that came from us
+They copy-carving, I learned about God and
+Tagging Wu logo on the book margin
+Intense like a New York riot, she stood quiet
+And asked me, could she speak to me in private
+(Mr. Diggs, you actin' like a fool...) Huh?
+(You know these rules that we have in these schools) Yeah..
+(You and your friends think y'all cool) Why?
+('Cause ya'll walk through these halls with the 12 jewels)
+Fat shoe laces and tri-colored sneakers
+I stood like a man then I questioned my teacher
+Why don't we speak about the wisdom of the sages?
+And how did Europe black out in the dark ages?
+And when they got light did they white-wash the pages?
+And the inquisition, why was Christians thrown in cages?
+And why would they try to destroy the nation?
+With their birth control and brain control fluoridation?
+And why it seems that half the school is racist?
+She said "Diggs, to the office!" We about faces..
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Headed my paper with the proper title
+Who wrote the holy Qu'ran or Bible?
+Bein' that person with the scent ability
+Makes me responsible for the uncivil
+The next morning as I entered the building
+A cypher goin' on and the Gods is building
+My hot chocolate spillin', after 5th period
+Let's cut out, go bag some chicks up at Tilden
+Wonderful had the rental, "Nobody Beats the Biz"
+Instrumental, attractin' a few
+Nothin' really poppin', let's slide to Clara Barton
+Bumped into a few good brothers from August Martin
+Mentioned Norman Thomas, had chicks
+That'll hit flicks, and take you shopping, true indeed
+I thought Sarah J. had the one that I need
+Murry Bergtraum, Julia Richman, is it Fashion?
+Eli Whitney sing the song with me
+Sisters from Washington Irv. swing a arm
+Brothers in Jeff, pull the fire alarm
+Rude ones flow Erasmus, Westinghouse money makers
+Maxwell thunder hip shakers..
+
+[Outro: 2Pac sample]
+They not on my level, but I can sit with the O.G.'s from there
+And make it major, y'knowhatimean? (That's what's nigga)
+Right, but, we not doing that until we get this business settled
+And even while we doing that, we tryna get the Wu-Tang niggas
+Cuz I love them niggas, I feel as though
+They represent the east coast, how we represent the west coast
+And I love them...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+No Said Date[Intro]
+Time to ride..
+Yo... yeah..
+Lord, when you droppin'?
+
+[Hook]
+No said date, no said date, no said date
+No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?)
+No said date, no said date
+No said date, no said date, no said date
+No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?)
+No said date, no said date
+
+[Verse 1]
+They said the God wasn't never comin' home
+Grandma in a nursin' home, my mind is blown
+I'm known to walk alone, but the fam
+It's deep, yeah we all love heat
+These military arm' marine, sub machine gun
+Legend of Brooklyn, master craftsman
+"Lord, when you dropping?" No said date
+Thought premeditated, well calculated
+The air's been tested, the people can't wait
+So, ahh - we agreed to send one, to swim from lost and found
+See truth be the life preserve, we can't drown
+Drunk with the victory, the Wu cavalry
+Bomb the seminar, the last "hoo-ra" for chivalry
+Classical, Yo-Yo Ma, laced in the bulletproof fabric
+Crafted and mastered in space
+What better place of birth than the Earth
+When a star is born, but the path was narrow
+Float across the Verrazano, stack ya ammo
+Hit 'em while we got the muscle, in the streets we hustle
+For survival, watch the God reign, build me a brain
+Support it with a physical frame, imperial Asiatic material
+Scratch the serial, smoking him, he gonna need a miracle
+Prepare for burial, it's time, .45 to your head, drop your nine
+We came to collect, the debt is overdue yo
+Set to connect with Deck, we pushin' through
+Yvette with the red Corvette from Lafayette
+Pussy stay wet and she hold Tec
+Respect to the six, she sexy wit a switch
+Gun never stick when 'victions for the brick
+Shots lick
+[Hook]
+No said date, no said date, no said date
+No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?)
+No said date, no said date
+No said date, no said date, no said date
+No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?)
+No said date, no said date
+
+[Verse 2]
+Heh, yo, this is No Said Date
+Peace, I'm Jamel Arief, pleasure to meet you
+Not to offend you, something for the mental
+Straight from the Shaolin Temple, so simple
+Ain't enough ink for the thoughts I think
+They travel so rapid, it's hard to grasp it
+No assumption, Kay Slay get the shit thumpin'
+Darts stay lethal, blaze one for the people
+They traveled so far to witness
+The killin' of a mastermind line-for-line
+Half-time, center stage, 50 yard line
+Long time, man for dead
+Should've been, put one in his head
+Before the poison spread to the body
+Partly done, 'nough said...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+D.T.D. (Do the Dance)Sample: "Do that dance, grown up"
+[Intro: Masta Killa (Raekwon w/sample)]
+Turn my microphone up a little high..
+Yeah.. yeah, yeah, look, party people gath-
+Party people gather round
+(Do that dance, grown up, do that grown up, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah
+Do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up
+Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo)
+
+[Intro Verse: Masta Killa]
+Party people gather round, watch the God get down
+The sound's so rugged, measure the erection
+It's raw when I'm sexin' your brain
+Cherry cream gleem leather seats, lean
+Goose in the canteen, dutch leaf green
+Blocklet of chocolates, ship a mil', box it
+Moms and pops it, plan to be seventy five, live and kicking
+Jewels drip in the heat --
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Radioactive, roll that accurate, what?
+Roll that backward, flow went back
+I stand as a man, the game plan repped your name
+The greatest Fam with grain of sand
+Me and Irief, Killah gangsta thieves
+Gangsta beats, civilize, great men don't make beliefs
+Haagan-Daaz, shake the streets
+I'm cocained down, and I got a fire to stretch my eats
+West to East, South to North, best, the beats
+Rest is tef', the Chef defeats
+Order this piece, yo..
+Niggas who ain't real, they real when they call the police
+My brothers watch the slang, lots of lame, pop your frame
+And drop your dame and chop your name
+We locked the game, '89 niggas with oxes on us
+In front of the building with the same thing
+[Interlude: Masta Killa (Raekwon w/ sample)]
+Uh-- yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get your uh-uh-uh-uh
+And... (do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up)
+Look, look, huh, look, huh, party people gath-
+Party people gather round
+(Do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up)
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Party people gather round, watch the God get down
+The sound's so rugged, measure the erection
+It's raw when I'm sexin' your brain, cherry cream gleen
+Leather seats, lean, goose in the canteen
+Dutch leaf green, blocklet of chocolates
+Ship a mil', box it, moms and pops it
+Plan to be 75, live and kicking
+Jewels drip in the heat, ribbon with a young sweet
+Something in the passenger seat, I greet queen
+Bee got the Old Man feeling 23
+Power-U fat as a peach
+I'm Chief Jay Strongbow from the east
+Come due Allah what a beautiful squall
+Through the Cartier tints, I seen her from afar
+She in her mink trench in her panty and bra
+Smooth in silk, naturally built, soy milk breast
+Gas at the Hess, slid into the rest
+Undress y'all, and you don't stop, come on!
+[Interlude: Raekwon w/ sample (Masta Killa)]
+Do that dance, grown up (come on)
+Do that dance, grown up
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, I got muscles in my index finger, even my nail is diesel
+To scope two, so I could read you
+Without a jack jam, I'm still hittin' up people
+You were starvin' for beef, I had to feed you
+It's funny how Toney got a lot of sons around
+Nice dirty crib, with a lot of guns around
+Layin' up in Cheetah's, chillin'
+Treatin' niggas like cavities, lead rocks'll be in your filling
+Bosses, C.E.O.'s, head niggas in charge'll get whacked
+Actors, even down to the stars'll get clapped
+Skip back, I'm not a bullshit rapper
+My gun really do go off like that
+This is Ghost, high post, get your pot roast coked
+When the Glock burst, it's all about clockwork
+Fuck around and go to hell with a hot shirt
+I don't go to Chinatown for my fireworks
+I go to Achmed, test him for a bomb, first
+Make sure he ain't lyin', tell on me, his eye'll squirt
+Ghost Deini is real, me and Killa'll peel
+Your cap back, and deliver the mil'
+Niggas be pullin' out, but they don't use 'em
+Big giant joints, they skate and lose 'em
+The big yellow, this shit'll push your crew in
+Look you dead in your face, like "What ya'll doing?"
+Ain't killin' nothin', so stop pursuing
+Fuckin' with my click, you'll just get ruined
+Blowin' the weight, like Breezly Bruin
+By the way, who the fuck let y'all fools in?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Silverbacks[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
+One, two, one, two, the High Chief
+Yeah... yo... so alone... baby
+
+[Pre-Verse: Inspectah Deck]
+I'm just lookin' out of the window
+Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow
+Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out
+Keepin' my head above water
+Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can)
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs
+Informer tip off, clips lick off
+The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off
+Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off
+Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out
+Work out of the yard up North, tryna burst out
+Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors
+Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors
+Wave the bigger tools, shootout inside the school yard
+The game ain't' changed, niggas done made their own rules
+They buildin' plans, let's pull a million dollar scam
+Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar vans
+The black market, labelled the movin' target
+Dwellin' in the heartless projects
+Evil eyes hawkin', the BBS rims flossin'
+The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin'
+They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up
+They set me up to go up, the witness didn't show up
+[Pre-Verse: Masta Killa]
+They got their drugs on em (slippin')
+Bare approach the look out
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
+Then all those who dare to oppose were sent back
+Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw
+These silverback niggas eat their oatmeal raw
+Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body
+He killed Poppy, dusted in the lobby
+Toxy off shocky, cops be harassin'
+Tryna stop cashin', the episodes pass
+I flash back to guns and crack stashed in grass
+You movin' savage, please warn him of his ways and action before I blast him
+Then the homicide was justified when I arrive
+Black tints on the glass with the stockin' cap mask
+It's all official, steel pistol style whip you to the gristle
+While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle
+
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+I went from the slums of Hell to paradise in Heaven
+From a slingshot to a wall of Mac-11's
+I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverend
+We talked numbers and I told 'em that mine was 7
+The total amount of hits behind the collapsed building
+That had exploded in a frenzy of killings
+Bodies lay near tons of twisted metal
+Of a structure and atomic force, it leveled
+From the tale of the tape, the product failed in comparison
+The weight, the height, the reach was not a year within
+Sight, the significant, difference was the ammo
+Wrecking y'all individuals in the nano
+Second by second, heat blazed through the night
+Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights
+The primary reason of mission for them spitting
+The fire that kept hitting them ducks that kept sitting
+But the informants x-rays gave off electrons
+Within a few next days, entire sets gone
+Clinical precision's used to remove the eyelids
+Those responsible for my brothers with high bids
+Life in the hood is an award winning film
+Lived out by savages who can't escape the realm
+A place where the young meet and greet with guns
+In the park they interrupt the pure innocent funEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Grab the Mic[Masta Killa]
+Yeah, it's like salutation, greeting
+Ladies and gents, good evening
+I'm the speaker for the evening
+Get up out your chair, throw your hands in the air
+Have drinks on me, hit it slow, though
+Each dose, well potent
+Some particle, compound into one article
+The headline read, shall I proceed?
+Hell yeah, well let the turntable spin
+Like the chrome on the G wag' Benz, let's begin
+
+[Hook: Masta Killa]
+Aiyo, spit that shit, that make niggas wanna lick they Glock
+When I grab the microphone, I can't stop
+To drop that shit that make you get "ahh"
+Down on your face, with the gun to your --
+Ladies in the club, they frontin' like --
+My brothers in the club, we try'nna get "ahh"
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Look, another smash hit, my niggas from the boulevard
+East New York squad, in the yard gettin' ripped
+'Least twenty five a clip, a hundred men stomp in ya face
+The wolves barkin', careful, you might get trampled
+Caught flashin', wrap him in the masking tape
+Jimmy Basking, murder was the case when the crowd break fool
+Iron Mic Duel held down by the poolside
+Along came a spider, spun spools in a cypher
+Screamin' on your mic, leads spray from the sawed off pipe
+Stenographer type, the ghetto hype slang, flow roll
+Like water off the brim when it rain
+Iron Maiden, checkmating, no escaping, we takin' it
+[Hook]
+Aiyo, spit that shit, that make niggas wanna lick they Glock
+When I grab the microphone, I can't stop
+To drop that shit that make you get "ahh"
+Down on your face, with the gun to your --
+Ladies in the club, they frontin' like --
+My brothers in the club, we try'nna get "ahh"
+
+[Masta Killa]
+So terrifyin', so electrifyin'
+Ya'll niggas can't deny, it's so death defyin'
+Also, unique, it's so much heat
+On the turntable wax, when I speak on the beat
+One-two, throw it up, like you came to give it up
+Drop something in the collection cup, for the cause
+Of the sixteen bars, fast cars and jewelry
+Fine silk, Cantonese wine make the rhyme shine
+Bright on the seven continent
+Take it to the fullest extent
+Go anywhere, and live
+
+[Hook (snippet)]
+Aiyo, spit that shit, that make niggas wanna lick they Glock
+When I grab the microphone, I can't stop
+To drop that shit that make you get "ahh"
+Down on your face, with the gun to your --
+[Masta Killa]
+Yeah, P. Diddy, I know you dancin'
+Crowd still movin', ladies groovin'
+When the God show and provin'
+
+[Outro: Masta Killa]
+Shit went something like that, I can't remember how that go..
+Knawhatimean?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Queen[Intro: Curtis Mayfield "The Makings of You" sample (Masta Killa)]
+Add a little sugar (uh), honeysuckle and (sweetness)
+A great big expression of happiness
+Boy, you couldn't miss... (beautiful queen, beautiful queen)
+With a dozen roses (beautiful queen), such will astound you
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction
+In passing, driven by a desire to know if she's taken
+I was askin', "Is your heart vacant?
+Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? Can we build?"
+Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me?
+Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise
+Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation
+Your mind flashed back to other shit you've been through
+Others left you questionable, what's acceptable?
+The first sight of this divine light might shy you
+Warm words melt the ice between us
+My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through
+
+[Hook: Masta Killa (Curtis Mayfield sample)]
+(Add a little sugar)
+Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice
+(Honeysuckle and)
+Kiss my hand before I roll my dice
+(A great big expression of happiness
+Boy, you couldn't miss...)
+In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep
+(With a dozen roses)
+It's just the simple things in life we do
+(Such will astound you)
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Watch the God as I'm shapin' and moldin' this planet I'm holdin'
+In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation
+Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene
+This is King toast Queen
+We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports
+Frankinmyrrh and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream
+Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name
+Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine
+Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing
+It's just nice-ness, the absence of confusion
+Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss
+Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home
+Maybe we can build and add on over the phone
+Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I'm wrong?
+Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness
+Excuse, I don't mean to intrude
+
+[Hook: Masta Killa (Curtis Mayfield sample)]
+(Add a little sugar)
+Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice
+(Honeysuckle and)
+Kiss my hand before I roll my dice
+(A great big expression of happiness
+Boy, you couldn't miss...)
+In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep
+(With a dozen roses)
+It's just the simple things in life we do
+(Such will astound you)
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Aight, yeah love
+See your treatment is royal, relax and uncoil
+You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love
+I rose in my whip with my wiz in thought
+It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu'
+To the melody, "Didn't I blow your mind?"
+Hit the spliff slow, sit low, seat reclined
+In due time, every square inch will be mine
+She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine
+I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look
+Hair well groomed and thing
+Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match
+Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm
+Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth
+She asked for directions as if she was lost
+But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon
+In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon
+
+[Hook: Masta Killa (Curtis Mayfield sample)]
+(Add a little sugar)
+Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice
+(Honeysuckle and)
+Kiss my hand before I roll my dice
+(A great big expression of happiness
+Boy, you couldn't miss...)
+In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep
+(With a dozen roses)
+It's just the simple things in life we do
+(Such will astound you)
+[Outro: Allah Real (Masta Killa)]
+Didn't I blow your mind? (Beautiful queens, beautiful queens)
+Oh, didn't I blow your mind? (Beautiful queens, beautiful queens)
+Oh, didn't I blow your mind?
+Didn't I blow your mind?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Things Just Ain’t The Same[Grace Jones "The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game" sample]
+What's this whole world, coming to
+Things just ain't the same...
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Leather gooses, sheep skin coats and bombers
+British walkers, shark skin tailor made
+Playboys black suede, three finger rings
+Name plate, rope chains, BVD nylon
+Gazelle frames, matching with the Kangol hat
+You couldn't have that, brothers might snatch that
+Flashback, 190e, with the mock neck
+Lee suits, 25, nigga, we shoot
+Fresh blue and white Puma or the track night
+Shelltoe Adidas with the fatter, no laces
+Late night, summer time jam, we in the park
+DJ cutting, MC spitting his dart
+A Sergio Tacchini brown suede ballet
+Jay cross town to Delancey, jew the jew down
+Fresh leather winter weather, maxima spoiler kit
+Legendary deuce flicks, Slick Rick
+Run-DMC, Jam Master Jay, hah
+Wu-Tang Clan, Scott LaRock, KRS-One
+Damn, brothers like Pun, hah
+I had a Jaz-O tape, me and my crew, hah
+Walk the avenue, sky was blue, half past two
+Used to Cold Crush, M-O Dee, Treacherous Three
+Spoonie Gee, Busy 'Killa' Bee
+Crack never kept him high longer than five minute
+Wallabee Clarks of course, silk and linen
+Jumbos two for five, come and get it
+Mama cried, tears of fear, when I was wilding
+Saying 'please don't wear that, people getting killed for that'
+Latin Quarter, Union Square, you had to be there
+The Fever, MC Global
+Ripping the armory, this is hip hop to me
+[Hook: Masta Killa]
+A few years ago, a friend of mine
+He had to go away and do some time
+Before I kick this rhyme that I'm about to say
+I got a letter he wrote, and it went this way
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Yo, let's shoot the fair one, take it to the back of the building
+A Train to the Junction where the Gods is building
+Valor Fila suit, fresh from Simon's
+Canal Street jewelry, door knocker earrings
+Leather skirt, Louis Vitton, Yves Saint Laurent
+Polo goose weather, Benetton, Audi or the rag top Jetta
+Lumberjack, mink Jew hat, suede front sweater, quarter filled leathers
+Triple beams used to measure, waves to the side
+Three sixty round the back, before the flat top
+Stone love classics, silver hawk athlete
+Live at the Biltmore, my flow cocoa libio
+You can never catch my super rhyme Kurtis flow
+I fifty two head to toe, crazy hummer side
+Tomahawk, streets I walk, Hardy Boy sex boys take money
+Rikers Isle, nobody smiling, jolly stompers
+Sing Sing Spofford, TNT NARCs, they rush and try to knock us
+Halloween masked up, buck fifty stitch cut
+Lands of the kings and Tuts, peace Sauron
+Latif, little Shareef, brother AD
+High school cutting out to Coney Island Beach
+I prepared this lesson at RedirectionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Secret Rivals[Intro: Killah Priest (Method Man)]
+Uh... musical clever
+You know what time it is (Ooh-ahh, Meth Tical)
+Yeah... what... (Hey, did you turn my mic down
+Oh.. my headphone fell off.. damn..)
+
+[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
+Death come to those who oppose
+Knockin' at the door, holding a rose
+In plain clothes, when the face ice cold
+Lock your windows, still I come in when the wind blows
+Come in slow, suddenly your eyes close
+Then your body set through your soul, it rose
+Turn into a black crow and fly into the internal night
+That's when I also take flight
+I turn into a great falcon
+With mighty wings, when they flap, they move mountains
+I leap on your back, like a wild fucking monkey
+Eyes are blood shot red, with a growling tummy
+Beat your fucking back out, like a gorilla
+When I was tore, I figure my way, out the house of mirrors
+I show up to a recording session, with no facial expression
+I'm just there like I crept in
+Escape through the east gate, return through the west ends
+When the son said, I'm like the westerns beneath the moon light
+And the crescent, Priest, I have a stance, that's strong
+When I perform, I transform, into a sandstorm
+Leaving one third of the land torn
+I'm like mice, I react strange
+I'm like a terratrans, I react crazy when the weather change
+Then the father of a hurricane, handcuff pain
+I whip tornadoes with iron chains
+I make volcanoes scream out my name
+Niggas kill me, trying to escape my wrath
+Through death, don't you know, I'm crazy motherfucker
+I hold my breath..
+[Interlude: Method Man]
+Flicks... sluggy... one time
+For your muthafuckin' mind
+Wu-Tang Forever, this is just the next chamber, baby
+(Fish filet, fish filet) Ah, ah-ah-ah
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+We walking dogs, foot soldiers, fuck you all
+Guns and roses, play the wall
+The final curtain calls every day, all day
+We hurtin' y'all, project hallways is triflin'
+Public Enemy, number one, still fightin'
+The power, like Tyson
+When nothing else work, start biting
+Swallow up that weak shit, they writing
+Spit it out, frustrated with the line
+Hard for me to get it out
+Intellectual, architect, bomb threat to a vegetable
+Mr. Meth, you can get the left and right testicle
+Step to the rear, Wu-Tang on arrival
+Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs called survival
+Nothing else matter, suspect chin niggas shatter
+Clap a mad rapper, red dot beemin' on the blood clot, splatter
+University, anniversary of terror
+It's now, or it's never
+Ain't no in-betweens in the cold war
+Can't hold it down, got a thousand that can hold yours
+Starvin', pardon me, God, I get a charge
+Like a human lighting rod, strike back with no regard
+For the innocent, harder than the bricks in my tenements
+Wu-Tang, forever and a day, we be killin' it
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+So patient, they sat there in the aisles and waited
+For the testimony, hungry, for a statement from the one and only
+Thirsty for the ceremony at and, true Wu die hard fans
+Now look how we rock, make a freestyle drop, old school like the wop
+My grandaddy used to do this dance called the slop
+I keep it hip hop for ya'll, we don't stop
+Got ladies by the flock, no safety on the Glock
+Stop, look and listen when the semi auto's pop, your neck
+Mock with the rope, who can match palm
+I'm strong as a nuclear bomb, dangerous armed
+Have you not prepared yourself, you've been warned
+Gun shot to the informer, Killa Bee Swarm
+Caught 'em on the corner of Lavonia
+Reported missing, found him in the fetal position
+Shot twice, armed with the rocket
+Blind for the target, deaded on arrival
+Suspenseful, kill or be killed, pass the rifleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Whatever[Intro: Streetlife, sample]
+I thi- I think of sometime
+I thi- I think of sometime see him
+Killa... blast on 'em, never sometime
+Yo..
+
+[Verse 1: Streetlife]
+I got the drop on you, don't flinch
+Pop niggas like John Lynch
+Leave niggas in they own stench
+I'm a light drinker, heavy smoker
+Known for duckin' show promoters
+Pass the money over
+My whole crew is ex-cons, be alarmed
+When you hear the *err-urrrrr*, it's on
+Silverback niggas under the stairs
+When we link up, we travel in pairs
+Y'all niggas best to beware of the most thoroughest
+Cover all aspects, four corners
+You can't creep up on us
+I'm takin' one for the team, deal me in
+And when the smoke clears, do it again
+This ain't a side show, you can die slow
+There's no I in team, we all ride, yo!
+The Masta brought the ceremony
+This is my testament, homicide Housing
+That's what I represent
+[Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn]
+Criminal gunplay, chemicals rain on P.J.'s
+Last raid, another fed paid, bed rum: Sunday
+The world dyin' for the love of money
+Expensive chains, intensive pain from that cocaine
+Condition the brain, children in strain, as I look back
+Memory lane, civil and plain, it be in fame
+A major part of the game, chemistry grain
+Foolish kids ran when I came
+Forty acres, five percent of terrain
+Spark right through my vein tunnel
+Aim through this jungle of rain
+A lot of haters wanna see us hang
+But watch me bang as in Eagle/Crane
+Step back, shatter your frame
+Another victim in the system where he barely sustained
+Forkin' in, I sold a million way, his first campaign
+Sippin' rosemary cherry champagne, nigga
+The young and the dangerous, water on the wrist, ice cryst'
+Talk with a lisp, then I be top of your list
+
+[Hook: Streetlife]
+We all in this together, forever and ever
+Down for whatever, whenever, yeah, yeah
+We all in this together, forever and ever
+Down for whatever, whenever
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Check the Words from the Genius, that was written in pen
+Murder gloves, hide the fingerprint, but never the sin
+Ghetto prophet that's born to quote
+Got the crimies, behind me, with the face on scope
+Don't provoke, trust son, that thing bust, and we roll dangerous
+Who can handle us, when we rush the clubs on thrust
+Yo, don't miss the lead vocalist, terrorist
+Wu-Tang, a pure danger, the God hold a fort
+Teach law, universal, beatdown, my stomping ground
+We hold courts in the streets of New York
+Snort the gun powder, eyes stay red like fire
+Cut the mic wire, hit a love ballad note
+Pen stroke, beautiful quote, for you to deep throat
+Ghetto life had to rough up in the housing
+They only make 'em like us, every twenty five thousand
+
+[Hook: Streetlife]
+We all in this together, forever and ever
+Down for whatever, whenever, yeah, yeah
+We all in this together, forever and ever
+Down for whatever, wheneverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Digi Warfare[Intro: Masta Killa]
+We gon' take this back, crazy old school
+Off the head one time, get a DJ something to a--
+Chika-chika-chika-chika-chicka-chicka-chhhh
+Get 'em something to scratch, y'knowhatimsayin?
+My nigga Choco, Jam Master Jay on the 1's and 2's
+Peace Allah Math, Red Alert, Marley Marl
+Kid Capri, Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr. Cee
+I can't forget, Sway and Tech
+Jazz Joyce, DJ Clue, Cocoa Chanel
+Irief Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well
+Rock the mic well, well, well..
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+On and on, to the break of dawn
+Hot Butter on, say what? The popcorn
+Freak 'em to the left, while we rock 'em to the right
+Brooklyn in the house, who wanna fight?
+Can we bounce? Roll to the skate, ya rock?
+Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop
+Come alive party people, gimme what you got
+I guess by now you can take a hunch
+Fine, I'm the ninth member of the bunch
+Rockin' old school ain't shit to me
+MC's OD on the shit that I wrote
+Can we smoke while I'm drinkin'? I'm thinkin' of bonin'
+Sugar, I wanna ride yo ass until the mornin'
+Leave ya moanin: Jamel Irief, High Chief, comin' outta East Medins
+[Hook: Masta Killa]
+Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs
+Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas
+Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave
+Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe
+Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
+Punch niggas in the face from Cali to Bed-stuy
+Handlin' the steel if the shit get real
+Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Activation, mind starts sparkin'
+Constant elevation, sky walkin'
+David Thompson, my Wu niggas stompin'
+Down the boulevard, shakin' yo ass
+You better watch yo self, I'm type slick
+With a nice size --- lemme see you work it
+She wanna suck it in public
+Ol' Dirty Bastard can use it on the visitings, you wit it?
+Then holla like wheels on a peel, don't squeal
+Just keep it on the 'lils, for the Masta Kill
+Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can feel
+I see you in the hood, then ya fam from Tilden
+Slid through the back of the buildin', heat concealed in
+Stare to your place
+Rae bomb the elevator, an Incarcerated Scarface, here, taste
+The lace from the dominant race to the base
+In ya face like paste, baby doll
+Uh, uh, uh, uh, yes yes y'all
+Welcome to the block party, shots lick off
+You might wanna hit the deck, but stay calm
+It's only us, every thing's still well plush
+We freakin' the streets, the Shiek shows the beat
+[Interlude: RZA (U-God)]
+One two, one two
+I'mma try this one more time, son
+Lemme in there, yo put that nigga back son
+(Yeah, hit hard)
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Like... hip hop, like socialize
+Clean out ya ears and ya open ya eyes
+Liquid Sword to the city
+Peace Allah Just, that's one of the committee
+Let's hook up the 6 for a chess contest
+Relieve a little stress
+I'll snatch a bag of the Uptown's best
+Make ya love it when ya smell it
+It's the velvet, block of chocolate for a hundred
+Dread' got pounds, if ya wanna get down
+Or we can catch 'em on the next round
+My universal sound is like world renowned
+World renowned, world renowned
+My universal sound is like world renowned {*echoes*}
+
+[Hook: Masta Killa]
+Ladies in the house if ya clockin' Gs
+Sippin' on drink, Long Island Iced Teas
+Lookin' real good from ya toes to ya weave
+Tell the fellas back up and like let ya breathe
+Fellas in the house if ya know ya live
+Punch niggas in the face from Cali to Bed-stuy
+Handlin' the steel if the shit get real
+Just flip a pie and stack ya mil'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Down With Me[Intro: Masta Killa]
+Yeah
+Funk Flex spin it back for me
+DJ Clue, Desert Storm with me
+Kay Slay stay stuntin' with me
+My man Tony Touch come ride with me
+Yeah, [?] rock this with me
+And uh, Felli Fel from the whole wild West
+Gettin' this money, that's how we be
+
+[Verse 1: Sean Price]
+Yo, the High Chief Jamel Irief takes the stage
+When I speak the hell I speak, lift the gauge
+White chalk rappers
+Slight talk, knife hawk, fight that rapper
+Ruck the master, call me the fifth dan
+Pop shit and chop bricks quick with his swift hand
+Can't enter the venue, the fuck is your wristband?
+Whole shit is stinkin' and sinkin' in quicksand
+My worst verse better than the best
+My best verse better than the rest
+The rest of the rest need to rest
+I suggest you all fall back 'for I mess up your chest
+P!, I am the best
+Brook Brothers in the casket, I'm fresh to death
+I go knock on ya door like Jehovah Witness
+Witness the gun spun son I'm wicked, uh
+Gift of Gab, my gab is gifted
+I say the right words, you be stabbed and lifted
+All white knife, the Mercedes is black, kid
+Gun popped, you get shot through babyback ribs
+I'm the best at rap
+Brownsville so you stepped that crack, motherfucker
+[Chorus: Masta Killa]
+Sean P is down with me
+P.F. Cuttin' is down with me
+Wu-Tang Clan is down with me
+Gettin' this money, that's how we be
+Brooklyn is down with me (Bed-Stuy)
+East New York is down with me
+Flatbush is down with me
+Brownsville is down with me
+Crown Heights is down with me
+9th Wonder is down with me
+Gettin' this money, that's how we be
+(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yo)
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+We keep it hip hop, socialize
+Clean out your ears, open up your focal
+Point me to the MC
+Thinking he can pull his microphone out against me
+Get your hands up, keep rising 'cause I can't stop, it ain't no top
+See the flow is non-GMO, an orchard of witty unpredictable
+Wise words growing organically
+I spit cases of water refined, alkaline lines
+Combined by design of rhyme, it's now food for
+Multiples publishing and royalties is loyalty
+And pays systematic on time
+One time for your motherfucking mind
+See the 22 points on my Universal Flag, designed
+Combined with the relevance of intelligent, it's tolerant
+[Outro: Masta Killa]
+Yeah, yo
+Yo peace to my whole universal hip-hop nation across the planet
+You know what I mean? Peace to my people that rock, right?
+From New York to Jersey, Boston to Philly
+Connecticut to DC, (Staten Island) Baltimore to NE (New Hampshire)
+[?], (Detroit) South Carolina gets down with me
+Kansas, Atlanta gets down with me (Denver)
+Miami. Jacksonville, Cashville, Louisiana, Seattle, New Orleans
+Chi-Town down with me, H-Town
+Getting this money that's how we be
+LA is down with me
+Dallas, Oakland, San Franc', Italy, uhu, Switzerland, [?]
+London, German, Paris, getting this money that's how we be
+Holland, light it up [?] day, Amsterdam y'all light it up [?] day
+Getting this money that's how we be
+African, Nigeria, the whole South America, you know
+Cosmic Kev, Greg Street, Delaware
+Sway & Tech, Kid Atmosphere
+Down with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Last Drink[Intro: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]
+After this drink.. we-we-we..
+Now become sworn enemies!
+Huh-huh, after this drink, we
+Now become sworn enemies!
+Sworn enemies!
+(Uh, yeah, come on, come on, come on, pick your gun up
+Come on, come on, come on, salute nigga
+Real cats)
+
+[Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]
+After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!
+(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
+After this drink..
+(Come on, come on, come on, come on, yea
+Yeah, real warriors style)
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Hear the crowd start holla
+Stepped on stage in the Wallabee Clark
+Mic check sound correct, so vivid
+Like I'm stepping out the speaker, streets taught
+Never leave an enemy behind, when he goes
+He might strike again another time
+I came home from the warhead, fucked up
+From the things that I saw
+Women that were kinning me, slept with the enemy
+General strayed, the ghost seemed tempting
+They were deceive, what they were promised, was never received
+I cock aim, squeeze the gun at M.C.'s
+Not for a dollar, not for the fame
+Not for you to holler, or shout the god name
+A risen one from the slums, speaks with authority
+The dart well flourish, the wise pursuit wisdom
+The fools soon parish..
+[Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]
+After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!
+(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
+Yeah, yeah, get your gun ready)
+After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!
+(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
+Yeah, what, come on, what, yeah, uh-huh)
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Ahh... this is born everlasting
+The style came blastin', through your component
+Makin' ya'll want it, but ya'll can't clone it
+Deliver to the booth, the truth is so raw
+Hard to the core, wild as a boar
+A lion like roar, forty day tour
+Through the Singapore, boat with the ore
+Struck a nerve when he heard the words so clear
+His heart was hardened, by the lies and deceit
+Then came a beat as rare as leap year
+Sparked something inside that made him wanna ride
+And go cop the tape, he searched for, for years
+Like an old beat break, Hypnotic on ice
+Chillin', he drankin', Armored Truck tankin'
+Crowd charmer, it's the Iron Mic bomber
+Piercing through your armor, bad news that you can't diffuse
+Short fuse, you know we can't lose
+[Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)]
+After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!
+(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
+After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies!
+(Come on, come on, come on -- come on, come on, come on)
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Ahh, see the God light so bright, I hoodied up the sun to glow
+Few lines from the mindstate, create fat tapes to go
+From the present day, let's motivate
+The universe borns itself, I just insist in the action
+Testin' in the land of lust, stood firm, in the God I trust
+Met hate at the gate, grieve, no need
+Jealously took his head, and then fled
+Bangin' in your walkman, live from New York, in
+One instance, look, clone from existence
+Ride like a crocodile on the death row
+The Iron Mic poem..
+
+[Hook: Masta Killa]
+Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
+Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
+Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
+Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, ahh, yea..
+
+[Outro: sample from "Cheers"]
+Making your way in the world today, takes everything you've got
+Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot
+Wouldn't you like to get away, get away, get away..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Love Spell[Intro: Dave West]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+And you can have anything
+Baby, if you roll with me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Tell us, who is this refine black queen, eyes so innocent
+Vanilla cherry scented, can I get to know you?
+Let's exchange digits, slide, so we can kick it
+The night is almost over, gave a C note to the chauffeur
+Your place or mine, she said "Mines'll be fine
+I rarely find the time to dine and unwind
+With working full time, you know, and school, part-time
+Are you listening?" I said "Yes, love, I'm knowledging
+The ball game is on, kinda distracting my attention
+Not to ignore you, I didn't mean to bore
+Just thought I'd speak less and strive to listen more"
+My cheri amore, you make the heart skip a beating
+I miss your warm greeting, when we're not speaking
+How's L.A. for the weekend, sound?
+'Nuff deniro, shopping spree, recent arrow
+Momma said never trust him, it's only logic
+I scope out every exit, and open every closet
+[Hook: Dave West]
+And you can have anything
+Baby, if you roll with me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+I choose the best, but for myself
+That makes you my queen
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+How beautiful is she to have the God Degree ready?
+Veggie stirred fried, with the carrot juice side
+Pretty feet, pretty hands, there she lie tanning
+Bending with the sand, I docked the yacht
+Stepped ashore, greeted the queen
+As only a king should, unveiled the hood
+Kneel as she stood, before me
+She spoke softly, butt ass, she stood naked
+With the bow-legged stance, so sexy
+Sweet temptation, look how the rain come down
+Your hormones pound, you moan with passion
+Uteris contracting, time for some action
+Cream rising, your breast at attention
+Who is the original man? Got your quoting
+Lookin' in the mirror, you ride, I hold it open
+Short long stroking to death... (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+[Hook: Dave West]
+And you can have anything
+Baby, if you roll with me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+I choose the best, but for myself
+That makes you my queen
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+And the drama stay major, I need a genie
+If you can hold away, then come and see me
+I'm guaranteed to make it rain, every spring but ahh
+I know you love me, even when you cursing me out
+Waited up til the candles burnt out
+Ahhh -- please forgive me, I'm out here scrapin'
+Drapin' niggas up, stackin' and takin'
+A whole lotta paper, it's gonna take years and years
+For me to express, the love elevation
+The hell we go through, gives me the motivation
+To get it right, makin' up at night
+It's all worth the aggravation, black woman through you
+I'mma build me a nation, nation... of Gods and Earths (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+[Hook: Dave West]
+And you can have anything
+Baby, if you roll with me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+I choose the best, but for myself
+That makes you my queen
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+I choose the best, but for myself
+That makes you my queen
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+[Outro: Dave West]
+Lovin' you, it looks so sweet
+So sexy, and still discrete
+Lovin' you, it looks so sweet
+So sexy, and still discreteEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ringing BellsUh huh, uh huh
+
+[Verse 1]
+You take on face value how fast the light travel
+This Heaven sent gift from the Universe
+Blessings, tithe and offerings
+There's no Compromisin' the truth
+It might blow the roof off
+Exposin' the Germ, Tapeworm
+Poison animal eaters you must learn
+Let me teach you how to see through six
+Rise above the mist, the Naked Eye can hardly detect
+When I'm in Effect, Live and Direct
+It's the East New York section of Brooklyn
+Bangin' ass beat make you wanna freak Techniques
+Display the Art, sword swingin' piercing ya Heart
+Sharp as a nigga on Prom Night
+We strike wit a Vengeance
+Givin' y'all the Maximum Sentence
+Each sentence is like a Timeline for you to Define
+How to rhyme coincide and relate, to my last tape
+'No Said Date', say it loud "Yo I'm Black and Proud"
+To crack ya fuckin' backin' over any form of disrespect
+To my Nation - Seeds I'm raisin', paper chasin'
+For the God degree
+Guarantee to disassemble any MC stepin' in the place to be
+Off the head I wrote this one in Red
+For the Blood of all my people that shedded
+For the Cause, my Microphone ripped so swift
+[Dr. Benjamin Muhammad]
+'What is Justice'?
+'Justice is the law that distinguishes between Right and Wrong'
+'What then is Justice, that we may do Justice?'
+'The face of a killer is your face, my face, our face'
+
+[Verse 2]
+This first MC Law
+He swore to make the crowd roar
+Came up through the floor drew his Mic from his hip and begin
+To squeeze Clip, son said "Don't kill 'em as quick"
+Let 'em do tray, palm stay 18 Jay
+Who made it possible for you to witness?
+First born built the Weather to Storm
+Bees Swarm like Hundred Women scorn
+This is warnin' to the people we ship the sour diesel
+Breezin' through the Caroline Distribution
+Pipe line spark it equal
+Guarded people as Divine makes it's final Descent
+To the Pavement, we laced it, keepin' it basic
+Who is this 'Irief Jamel' Ring Bells through out the City
+A few know 'em well - The Description Black Male
+Wit the Universal flag drippin' off his lapel
+
+[Dr. Benjamin Muhammad]
+'God is the Number One Killer'
+'He out killed...Genghis Khan...Kublai Khan
+...?*Tamerlane*?...Yes he did'
+'He out killed Hitler...out killed Mussolini'
+...Out killed Napoleon'
+'When God gets ready to kill he wipes...Cold, Complete'
+'God the Killer'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tiger and the Mantice[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Song gets rougher while I'm rhyming
+Pretty women, guns and diamonds
+Living this truth that I manifest, so I ain't gotta say I'm the best
+Y'all already know about the killer murder one flow
+In the toe-to-toe swordplay
+You know how I play with these other MC
+I supersede true indeed
+The talent that I got will r-iz-ock the spot
+Competition I be burning, burning hot
+Make a beat sing Wallabee Clark with no sock
+I sit and write dart non-stop
+Into the night, thought takes flight
+Follow it and don't lose sight
+We 'bout to reach heights only few imagine
+But it's all real, 20 mil, large bills
+Stacked up, took us like 3 days to count it up
+Along with the drinking, smoking and chilling
+Tiger claw with the mantis chanting
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, I hit quick with it scorpion sting
+It was said I'm the one like I'm under Morphius wing
+Let me guide y'all, walk with a king, Lord of the Ring
+Show up on scene to The Warriors theme
+Bless your highness, Ron O'Neal, all my superfly
+So stoned like I gazed in Medusa eyes
+They whispering true lies, why?
+When they throw up deuce high when they cruise by
+Rebel the great, sick with the medical case
+On money like the president face
+You ain't live it, you can never relate
+Hard times on the grind make a nigga leave 7 for 8
+Flow cold as a Chiraq youth, so savage
+Doing this back since the pissy mattress
+Tiger and the mantis, chanting
+365 'cause 24/7, I can't quit
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+Yo, how mighty is the pen?
+Powerful enough to exert strength equivalent to a forceful wind
+And on another note, it's a specialized instrument
+Writing many degrees, the knowledge is infinite
+This work here is eclectic
+Gathered from a broad range and its food for thought is electric
+Completely organic and ripe for all seasons
+Purifying fire penetrating all regions
+The words they integrate sentences, they stimulate
+Sterile mind can't define, he imitate
+Some need laser correction
+'Cause this vision is a dream that's played by distorted perceptionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+E.N.Y. House (East New York House)[Verse 1]
+Yo, when the East is in the house
+Goddamn! We slam Mics
+40 Days - 40 Nights fights Erupt from the Energy
+Givin' off me, crowd move from the Wattage
+It's Electric, shockin' the body
+Rise Lazarus, party wit the God body
+Here's a Hotty, see the chief is like a Dr
+And I'm gon' Prescribe
+Just a thought for you to snort
+If you like it then light it up
+Smoke it, toke it, shotgun blast it
+Pass it to your homey let 'em sample the example
+How to MC
+
+[Verse 2]
+When the East is da house - WATCH OUT!!
+We on the get it, don't bet it
+Cuz we known to set it
+Beat the case then split your fuckin' face
+You terribly mistaken, Ireif the Terrible reign
+Ladies wanna stroke the Mane of the Lion
+When I step up to the Mic zone, hell get thrown
+And its provin' is shown
+Out the Womb I was born to Rule
+Lead Men to water
+Now school is in session, take lesson
+[Verse 3]
+Yo, yo, uh, When the East is da house
+We gets the party jumpin'
+Beat pumpin', make the ladies wanna flex
+Time to have sex
+Halftime back of the Range, at the Nets game
+Mo' Money scheme, red beams for Glocks
+Sad love ballets, hollow tip Black Talons
+Nobel, Vocal, known to Ring Bells Global
+Background Criminal Social, Skin Opal
+Official seal of Approval
+Label lethal, people under pressure
+Swords kill Hundred Men
+Heads roll, knees bend, Times Ten
+Flow rollin off the ball of the PenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Let’s Get Into Something[Intro: Startel]
+Let's go... yeah... yeah, yeah, yeah...
+
+[Verse 1: Startel]
+Kaboom, I came through the door
+Never seen a girl like you before
+Your eyes, your lips, your hair, your smile
+Oh baby, I like your style
+Huh, I just need a clue, to what a brother like me must do
+The touch, the kiss, to hold, me with
+Just get that thing started
+Oh no doubt, I'm gon' love you right (no, no, no, no, no)
+Woman so just cozy now
+There when you need me to hold you tight
+Never left stressed out, or in doubt (oh, no, no, no, no)
+Well welcome to the world of the Real McCoy
+Three times a man, never was a boy
+
+[Chorus: Startel]
+Baby, we're here doing nothing
+We should be into something
+I'm looking at you, you're looking at me
+It's all good, girl, burn some weed
+No need, you stand around fronting
+Let's go get into something
+I'm crushing on you, you're crushing on me
+Let's go kick and roll some trees
+[Verse 2: Startel]
+It's so cool, I moved close to you
+I begin to smell your sweet perfume
+I smiled, said hi, y'all don't, reply
+I like it when they act too fly
+Huh, all insecurities, could never discourage me
+The smooth, finesse, I will, impress
+Can't help, but to, confess
+I came here just to love you right (no, no, no, no, no)
+Woman so just cozy now
+There when you need me to hold you tight
+Never left stressed out, or in doubt (oh, no, no, no, no)
+Well welcome to the world of the Real McCoy
+Three times a man, never was a boy
+
+[Chorus: Startel]
+Baby, we're here doing nothing
+We should be into something
+I'm looking at you, you're looking at me
+It's all good, girl, burn some weed
+No need, you stand around fronting
+Let's go get into something
+I'm crushing on you, you're crushing on me
+Let's go kick and roll some trees
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Eh-yo, peace beautiful, here's just a few lines
+To let you know I was thinking, look I had a few drinks and
+Then I lit a bone, thinking 'bout your skin tone
+Pretty fat face, with your high cheek bone
+I love to hear you moan, you know our phone conversation is grown
+You sayin' "daddy come home", I'm all alone
+Here staring at your picture, kind of hating, I miss ya
+I soon come kiss ya pain and make it better
+You dressed with my sweater, for the scent of your man
+While I'm out hustlin', black gloves on my hand
+My mind pan, pictures you in front of the fan
+I know it's been a little while since you felt my embrace
+You miss daddy taste, you pace back and forth
+In your Vicky thong lace, the anticipation is great
+You can't erase, the thought of my arrival
+Feel the tingle, it's the sensation
+[Hook: Startel]
+I be rubbing that, holding that, loving that
+Girl, I know you like it like that
+I'm looking at you, you're looking at me
+It's all good, girl, burn some weed
+I be loving that, holding that, squeezing that
+Girl, what you gon' do?
+I'm looking at you, you're looking at me
+It's all good, girl, burn some weed
+
+[Chorus: Startel]
+Baby, we're here doing nothing
+We should be into something
+I'm looking at you, you're looking at me
+It's all good, girl, burn some weed
+No need, you stand around fronting
+Let's go get into something
+I'm crushing on you, you're crushing on me
+Let's go kick and roll some treesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Man[Superb]
+Fuck y'all niggas talkin about?
+My flow, right?
+
+Everytime I did this shit, you niggas got hype yo
+Superb's the next nigga, respect for those before me
+In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory
+In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics
+In my demise, some will remember me in spirit
+And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG
+And lose my talent to a cultured thug life
+I'm a man, seein mindstate of balance
+Takes years, fam', like fuck y'all plans
+See, we feel like stars, shine like stars
+Fuck stars, fuck y'all, we examples
+Samples of the hood, thugs from the hood
+Young bloods in the hood like, they love the hood
+They love the young bitches, nickel bags and guns
+In the benches, we see it all off the benches
+I learned how to sew seein niggas stitches
+And the pain, don't even ask who 'bout the pain
+They killed main, I won't maintain
+By the bus stop, two blocks from the dust spots
+Somebody busted shots, they said Sam got got
+Damn, he wildin in the back cab rap
+That eat swine, fucked his arms and hold nines
+That's Far Rock for you, my block for you
+Y'all bitches niggas only live in jail cuz ock know you
+When I come home, watch how shots blow you
+Through the upholstery, even through your mom's groceries
+Little Sam died three months later
+He got set up in the elevator, his cape was regulated
+His name faded, he has a son by this bitch he dated
+Shorty waited for two dead case kid
+He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them
+Then one day out of the blue, BAM!
+He heard shit like last names and cars rarin
+The Larger Than Life niggas was about to leave here
+[Sampled singing]
+
+[Masta Killa]
+My people stressed out, we seventy dead and starvin
+Son couldn't walk through my yard past curfew
+I rose from an era of terror where it was legal
+To tote guns, get red and bust a nigga head
+And if pussyhole for dead, left pussyhole for dead
+What the fuck was his song?
+Never heard of this till niggas started snitchin
+I'm still stitchin motherfuckers up
+I deal with high sciences, supreme refinements
+Till any wicked germ is destoryed and burned
+We the Gods without question
+Prove what I'm manifestin, all show ways and actions
+Hopeful that, lick your cannon
+I'm ill when I shoot to peal like Ed O'Bannon
+In my head is a thought, perm cocked, off safety
+Shots fired, follow blood trails to the stairwell
+Faced down, he lay sound, rounds to his crown
+Shorty hip flock was midtown, big fly holdin him down
+With the dead-arm, siren sounds
+Bullets chip brick, precincts followed by the ambulance
+Respond to the bomb threat
+I picked up his MC tray through the masters
+I'm sharper than my carpentry blade
+The culture carven into mountains
+The faces of my eight classmates
+That stomp through the streets of states for Protect Ya Neck tapes
+Wu-Tang T-shirts and bandanas
+We snatch mics and snuff niggas who jack the rappin
+[Sampled singing]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Future[Jamel a/k/a Assassin]
+Yo, yo, Wu-Tang Clan, still fatter
+Off the datas, for, my father gonna get home by now
+And Uncle Justice, we gotta hurry up
+Do this video, Wu-Tang
+
+[Shamel a/k/a Dragon Breath]
+Yo, I block the bronze, the Kid Golden Arms
+I tear by shorty, with the Iron Palm of Dragon Breath
+Burn through your body, you see about
+A head Gotti, for Balardi, for Malatti, I'm scratchin' the table
+Scratchin' the trashboard, lost laws
+Of Dragon Breath, is like an Iron fire
+
+[Jamel a/k/a Assassin]
+Quote getter
+
+[Kareem a/k/a Justice]
+I'm a snake cat from way back, that'll snap on ya'll eenie
+Cuz ya'll too wack, and plus I need a snack
+This is a dangerous fact, so step back
+Before I pull a whole clip in my --
+
+[Jamel a/k/a Assassin]
+Be in subzero, my ice power go like a river
+My nigga Tero, I'm all set, with my ice power
+Niggas don't mess with me, I'm the Assassin
+AS to a S, AS, IN, you can't mess with me
+My praying mantis is deadly, my praying mantis is poisonous
+It goes through your bloodstream
+It goes through your bloodstream
+Everybody go through they bloodstream
+My praying mantis is deadly, you end up in a hospital
+You better shut up, before I put one
+In your praying mantis, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pass the Bone (Remix)[Intro: Masta Killa]
+Uh, Y'all niggas should have some of this shit right here boy
+It's that good shit
+Uh, it's just...1-2, 1-2, replace the beat
+A-yo; a-yo, check-a, check-a, check-a
+Check it out
+Uh, motherfucking
+
+[Verse 1 Masta Killa]
+I was feeling lovely, pocket full of dough
+A little drunk, reaction mad slow
+Thinking, should I step to the motherland?
+And rep who? The Wu-Tang Clan
+Another thing, beyond the fam I wanted to get ripped
+Put my lips on the blunt tip
+It's been two weeks since I last sparked
+Stepped in the Grand Resort
+$25 Dollar fee, plus I.D
+But a brother like me Executive V.I.P
+Word! Took a bar seat
+Had a tall glass of Hennessey and Peach
+She turned to my left, seen this chick, she was slamming
+What you do kid? I examined her
+Pushed up, tried to bag her for her name
+What happened? I didn't have the..
+Overwhelmed by the scent in the air
+Could it be? Yes, yea, Ha ha
+It was Startel The God Jamel, he had a bone
+A blunt of that ill shit
+I said, "pass the bone, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid pass the bone"
+He passed it, took one pull, I was blasted
+Felt kind of stimulated, fantastic
+Reapproached the weak cypher
+Did you surprise her? Tranquilized her
+Bagged her for her name and address
+Slid to the rest, achieved mad success
+Ha ha, yeah
+[Hook: Startel God Allah]
+We don't front, we run things
+Here to tell you one thing
+Run through town like stars
+Flyest broads, hottest cars
+We don't front, we run things
+Here to tell you one thing
+Run through town like stars
+Hottest bars, fuck you frauds
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+I was at a night club, shorty grilling with the mean mug
+Ain't showing no love, it's all good
+I'm ready to float inside and rip the mic phone
+Hmm, all I needed was a hydro bone
+Guess who came down the block stumbling drunk?
+I forget the brother name but he had some skunk
+Took out the blunt, put the weed inside
+Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied
+Inhale ‎– without pertaining a cough
+Exhale ‎– you know like two pulls and all
+Stimulated kind of toxie, but don't sleep
+You know we got the drop, one shot wit the heat
+Some brothers be smoking that weed of the week
+But never me, just strictly the Ganja
+Sinsemilla in your area
+[Hook: Startel God Allah]
+We don't front, we run things
+Here to tell you one thing
+Run through town like stars
+Flyest broads, hottest cars
+We don't front, we run things
+Here to tell you one thing
+Run through town like stars
+Hottest bars, fuck you fraudsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Then & Now[Intro: Justice]
+Yeah... what? What?
+Justice.. yeah.. check it out
+
+[Verse 1: Justice]
+I never hesitate to drop a verse, I rhyme first
+Repeat it so often, it's well rehearsed
+Rap stars, come through, rock the universe
+I watch from afar just to see what they be doing first
+Some was at they worst, dying of thirst
+Others push through like the troops in Iraq, yo
+But what did Bush do? See, I don't know a thing about politics
+But flowing to the beat, is as dirty as my collar gets
+The wildest child is gifted and talented
+But change they style, will never wanna challenge it
+You telling me to rhyme to the melody
+I take time with my words like I'm in the spelling bee
+If I don't make the grade, I don't make the record
+Once that's accomplished, then my rhymes respected
+As long as we stay on track, and then
+We can rhyme back to back, whatever, kid
+
+[Hook: Shamel Irief]
+One, two, we coming with the Wu
+Three, four, we knocking at your door
+Five, six, we eat them grits
+Seven, to the eight, we don't hate
+Nine to the ten, and we still wanna win..
+(Wanna win, wanna win...)
+[Verse 2: Shamel Irief]
+Yo, I terrorize shorty with the Iron Palm
+When I step on stage, I clutch the mic strong
+That melody was flowing, while that beat was going
+When the waves connect in my ear, that pen starts going
+Cause when I get on the mic, I rock it so ill
+That's why they call me the Little Masta Kill'
+I'm like rock and stone, put together
+These dudes come in my face like "blah blah whatever"
+So I had to hit the dude in the chest, B
+These little fake MC's just want to test me
+I thought I told you before, I'm not a toy
+I'm just a young boy, what? Doing my thing
+Brooklyn, Brooklyn, with the Brooklyn slang, come on
+
+[Hook: Shamel Irief]
+One, two, we coming with the Wu
+Three, four, we knocking at your door
+Five, six, we eat them grits
+Seven, to the eight, we don't hate
+Nine to the ten, and we still wanna win..
+(Wanna win, wanna win...)
+
+[Verse 3: Young Prince]
+Wu-Tang Clan Killa Beez
+Rock all my enemies, with the double D's
+Double CD', ride for the enemies
+With the rocking-the-mic right, roll up with the typewrite
+Rocking my Nike Flight, ballin' with the nice
+And I'm rippin' the mic right, and you know who it is
+It's the Young kid P, from the Brooklyn side
+Brooklyn's Finest, Brownsville
+Knew our attack, and what the gats do, Plaza, all day, baby
+[Outro: Masta Killa]
+Yeah... can't lose, and we still gon' win forever
+Young Godz forever
+Peace to the Gods and the Earths forever
+Kareem Just, Shamel Irief, the Young Prince
+Yeah, yeah, Allah Just you know how do this thing, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shaolin Temple[Verse 1: Masta Killa]  (x2)
+Intruder alert, sound the cymbal
+This be the war of the Shaolin Temple
+It's time to re-stack my gun
+We the ones that'll come through and smack sparks out your art
+With the exception of a few that respected it for what it was
+Sick venomous syndrome - studied many styles
+But this tactic I've adapted and made it my own
+Feeling rightness at it at home
+Splitting your head with the chrome
+He's one who sees he's a threat
+He couldn't have made it through
+All the vaccines and quarantines
+We hit him with explosive gases
+So he couldn't teach the masses, but still
+Who came in the name of Wu-Tang to nourish the brain?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Food[Verse 1]
+The royal prince blessed me with the Gita for my physical
+Won't give up, such value hosts countless of amounts of treasure
+When I'm writing, so quenching to the thirst
+So refreshingly enlightening and geniously exciting
+Stimulating brain growth is all so relevant
+For the youth development
+So I drop musical notes for you to then quote
+I gave the thought time to soak
+While I smoked, meditated then I wrote
+For years, months and days, before I even spoke
+Test the climate of the people in search of what's missing
+Then provide the lesson best for those that are listening
+
+[Hook]
+So emcees wonder how me and 9th Wonder
+Make the ladies shake it in the club like thunder
+My rhymes will beat fire out of something, no question
+And 9th will make musical hits for you to listen
+
+[Verse 2]
+My winds blow EF5, there's nowhere to hide
+I'll seek and destroy your toy
+Rapper emcee who's thinking that he's live enough to survive
+The mental of assault of rhyming, the timing
+Travelous beats is blinding
+I've been trying to slow it down in hopes that you could relate
+But the slowest I can go is knowledge, there's no escape
+So whenever I decide to escalate and add on
+Atomically a storm is forming then born
+You know it's my duty to warn them of this wicked
+Before I have to ice pick it
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+See I could just let the beat take control
+While I stand with this mic so tightly that I hold
+The hundred grand in the rubberband won't fold
+This is Sun ray showers of gold, my blackberry bowl
+Some things better untold, not even soul
+Y'all know the God black ain't cold
+Yellow Bally's with the white soles, silks and gold
+Y'all don't even know the way we used to flex and roll
+My brother wonderful
+Known to keep it stacking, spray the mac in his young day
+Sean dude show me the 52, I gots to
+Generate revenue, I must do capital
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s What it Is[Intro: kung fu movie sample {Masta Killa}]
+I know why you're here...
+You wanna test out hard with my kung fu
+(No, I've come here -- and I need your help
+Your steel darts, you still have them?)
+What for? (because they have guns
+That kill up to a hundred yards, very powerful)
+My darts could beat a pistol?
+(You wanna help or not?)
+{Duh-deh-duhn... live and direct
+We got the connect, we gonna ride
+Deh-duh-duh-deh-duhn... deh.. deh..}
+
+"It's what it is!"
+
+[Masta Killa]
+No question, sensational dart, no dollar superbs
+Spoken word slang, throw them with perfection
+Slick when he talk, simplistics, stand exquisite
+Tiger palm smack ground, one man down
+Got a few that'll kill right now
+Bring his crown back with Kunta, one-two
+The truth and the square, dare any man to stare
+Down the eye of the barrel, like a needle to the camel
+You will never enter, nuff ammo
+Shaolin Finger Jab, stab the man running
+Deadly sold delivery, stunning poetry
+For the masses, solid liquid gasses
+Gather to a bomb explosion, Sony eruption
+Frontin' on Pelon, Lei Long'll get you swung on
+Long barrel spinning rims on something foreign
+Semi-auto flow spit forty five in the left grip
+Right hold the mic tight, strike
+With the force of Mike, when I'm speaking
+[Raekwon]
+Straight from the Hall of Justice, Hummers
+Dirty bones, black 'Didas, black reefer in jars
+We fly militant, brilliant thinkers, tanks
+Yo, pull it together while we guzzle these drinks
+We armed veterans, holding up swords
+Driving Alfo Romeos, breaking down Sicily yayo
+We seen the drama, drawing these heaters on cheaters
+Shooting at bitches, hopping up domes for weight
+We wild style gorillas, fly apes caught in Botanical Gardens
+Trying to get back to the States
+The harder they come, the harder we scrape
+We coming back in jet lears, flying through the Tri-Boro today
+What's really good, live niggas go up beside niggas
+Mad bullets sit in your hood
+We titanium vets, with jet fuel, vision the biz
+We orchestrated like no other, word to mother
+
+[Interlude: kung fu movie sample]
+Say, why'd you have to ask me, there are many experts
+(I know you, you're my brother
+Also your darts are pretty formidable)
+Heh, I must admit, it's fast as the speed of light
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, I rock a black mask, homemade bottle of Goose
+Toney moonshine his miracle herbs and African roots
+Blow suits, slap A&R's, tapered your jaw
+Had you chopping off your body parts like this was Saw
+Cut raw, got the Fishscale flooding the streets
+And Masta Killa's blowing girders outta crystal sheets
+Slay beats, just the Verra' boss, Wu-Tang Holocaust
+Fuck around, leave you with a mouth full of murder sauce
+Broken, hanging off the cross with one nail in
+Chuck meat, ya chicken bones is looking real frail and
+Heavy, my seventy seven got suicide doors, my wrist
+Chirped up with pretty rocks, with no flaws
+Guns stay barking like pitbull spiting, it's frightening
+How Ironman, ricochet lightning
+Bob and weave, duck and squeeze
+Why ya'll can't pop holes in the kids, holla!
+"It's what it is!"
+"It's what it is!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Brooklyn King[Masta Killa in Whispery Voice]
+Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing
+Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing
+This is how I do my Thing
+Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing
+
+[Hook]
+Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing
+Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling
+Dare a motherfucker to swing
+
+[Verse 1]
+Lose a arm, I'm calm stayin' heavily armed
+Well protected, Heart, rib cage, the chest and solar plexus
+Rugged Profile peep honey child checkin' my style
+Quick wild as a fuck, slick witty talk, East New York
+Hear the guns buck, backin 'em down
+You know the sound, when the semi autos spit fully
+Baron Bully, Timberland Boot, Black Hoody, Fitted Black Skully
+You still on that bullshit? I can't get it out of me
+Why should I switch the Prescription
+The Whole World vibin' to what I'm Prescibin'
+Keep the Jam livin'
+
+[Masta Killa in Whispery Voice]
+Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing
+Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing
+[Hook: Masta Killa]
+Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing
+Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling
+Dare a motherfucker to swing
+You know his Thing
+Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing
+
+[Verse 2]
+Uh, we ain't goin' home 'til the last blood's gone
+Head strong enough to break Bone
+Peace to the God Jah-Born
+Tell Universe to love assent
+Miss seen him on the Ave. with Lil' Ron gettin' bent
+Yea it's another day in the Hood
+I got my money from the block
+Now I'm gon' to cop somethin' fly
+To rock for the rest of the Week
+Prefer the hard, not the drop slippin' of to the beat
+Got the sweet smell of sex in my passenger seat
+Pretty feet up on my dashboard sippin' her drink
+Pretty Brown Eyes, Pretty Brown Thighs
+All Wise Intelligent Eyes
+See you spread Butterfly, Pretty ass high
+Slang Supreme Marvel, Irief the Terrible reign
+Dirty South, Carolina Game, cockin' an aim
+Hear the Guns bust, canvas I'm spittin' like this
+High risk for MC's vocal anesthetic for your head Rush
+[Hook: Masta Killa]
+Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing
+Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling
+Dare a motherfucker to swing
+You know his Thing
+Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing
+
+[Verse 3]
+Now you see how the Crowd response when I get on
+You can neva last in this Square when I enter
+Brooklyn - also known as Good Lookin'
+Crooklyn - slidin' through your Central Bookin'
+Knocked on the felony charge that got dropped
+So I copped the probation wit the five year pendin'
+Can't count the Blessin'
+Caught another case in the mix, Now I'm stressin'
+Power to the People to Sequel, spark the people
+See you at a Town near you, Comin' WuEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cali Sun[Intro: Kurupt]
+
+Yeah, you know
+The problem with most of these niggas nowadays
+They ain't got no respect
+See, life ain't just about all that other shit you lookin' at my nigga
+You know, I love it on the Westside
+That's why I pose with the homies, we smoke, drink, raise kids and make this motherfuckin' money
+You hear me?
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+
+My killa Cali gangsters a ride for me
+Got brothers in the bay that'll die for me
+Got the best weed smoke choke no seeds
+Mexicans, crip, blood we all one seed
+Shout the game, Snoop, Cypress Hill, B Real and real soldiers
+Like Pac I still Feel
+So I still ride dirty with the 5th steel
+Got Kurupt young gotti with the semi shotty
+My brother Power in the Maybach counting big money
+The Cali sunshine but it ain't all sunny
+Brothers dieing everyday and I pray for them
+Falling soldiers in my heart where I still hold them
+I feel I owe them
+My brother coming home
+On parole looking swoll
+Young and old time to get gold so let's roll
+These words that I write and recite is from the soul
+[Verse 2: Kurupt]
+
+Indo weed, extra green
+Texture, extra, orange and green
+Next to Inspectah Deck it seems
+The reala Masta Killa and young gotti
+I got to hit New York and push pass the kush hash
+Big Snoop and Daz want to push past
+Indo weed, and feeling fine
+I'mma do this shit as well then again at nine
+See, I'm cut from a different cloth
+Got it? Got it?
+I'm cut from a different cloth
+Bodyguard hard, you niggas are soft
+See you niggas ain't loyal
+You don't know how stay down and play your position
+Get a new fitting
+Fitting the function, you's an undercover clown
+I was born to push a concrete line
+I change lives, I enhance my eyes
+I'm Magneto, Magneto, aniyo
+The one that can pose the metal at all times
+If you look, you find
+Close eyes to blind
+LookEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Soul & Substance[Hook] (x2)
+My guitar string sing
+Make me wanna like, spit that thin, thing
+When I'm on the mic talking to you, how you like?
+
+[Verse 1]
+I stimulate life and matter in my circumference
+None could ever match my palm, I'm calm
+So you know when I blow the bomb
+It's gonna quake something like a migraine pain
+It's gonna ache something stopping all motion
+You could never move against the energy intensity
+Knowledge my reality
+Everything flow mathematically in order
+My universal gravity pull is magnetic
+Peace Allah victorious, Shabar B. Glorious
+Mentally the mind see every speck of dust
+And every cubic square inch
+The God magnificent build and make the rhyme still back to the paper
+
+[Hook] (x2)
+My guitar string sing
+Make me wanna like, spit that thin, thing
+When I'm on the mic talking to you, how you like?
+
+[Verse 2]
+That's word from my Soul
+I came to bring gold from the trader, he stole
+And left you with a promise that was never fulfilled
+I build and make the Earth quake
+Catch a thought before it escape and write it down
+I'm all so blessed, these words I manifest
+My universal flag on my chest, Sun, Moon, Crest
+Govern by the God of course, cause I'm a star black to the core
+The mic so hot, it a blow the Fahrenheit
+It's only one day, but I love it at night
+Yo, let me build with you for a second
+[Hook] (x2)
+My guitar string sing
+Make me wanna like, spit that thin, thing
+When I'm on the mic talking to you, how you like?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+All Natural[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Man Allah has blessed my life so beautifully
+Its like selfish to complain about the storms and the rain
+When all life that sprang, came from the rivers that ran
+Refurbishing all land, Listen
+I swam to completion of self satisfaction
+Wanting for nothing, at harmony with everything
+Knowing that, but bring all living things
+A cycle that spins 360 like Michael
+An angel screaming for peace but unheard
+The people were asleep in the dark
+Worshiping what they know not
+Easily lead to the slaughter of the butcher
+Stop, look and listen
+A new birth awakening
+A blind baby, saying please save me
+And raise me righteously
+
+[Hook]
+See this rhymes all natural the mic can be
+No shake powder protein in my phsyique
+No creatine animal meat
+I repeat see its all natural god its all natural
+See this rhymes all natural the mic can be
+No shake powder protein in my phsyique
+No creatine animal meat
+I repeat see its all natural god its all natural
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+See everything is a copy or replacement for the natural
+Dieing never taste so sweet
+Its just the way you dress it up
+See meat been dead for weeks
+Blood seeps from the plastic out the freezer
+It leaks till you freeze it back
+Like a body, if its nots been embalmed and packed
+You know the recipe, cancer disease et cetera
+You might say damn son put on some weight
+He looking real good, on the inside he dieing slow  like America
+Then you hire brother Obama to clean your house up
+What a mess generations of incest came from the cades of the west
+My newly written slang, speech from the east
+Brings fulfilment to each one
+That I might teach one, i heat up the meal before
+Serving the hungry, for those who may come
+Who are worthy, to sit among the righteous
+To live life
+
+[Hook]
+See this rhymes all natural the mic can be
+No shake powder protein in my phsyique
+No creatine animal meat
+I repeat see its all natural god its all natural
+See this rhymes all natural the mic can be
+No shake powder protein in my phsyique
+No creatine animal meat
+I repeat see its all natural god its all naturalEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Noodles Pt. 1[Intro Sample]
+[#1]: I want you to talk about women... Miste--
+[#2]: I'm sorry?
+[#1]: Women. You've yet to talk about women
+[#2]: Oh, I enjoy women
+[#1]: Has it occurred to you that you have a problem with trust?
+[#2]: I trust myself implicitly
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Listen; It's original, Siciliano, rock the authentic
+Stetson Barcelino hat
+It's Noodles from the Gambino crime wave
+Hot towel steaming your face, straight razor shave
+Snub nose in the Cummerbund, smooth groove killer
+Nat King combing the keys
+Duke Ellington, the ballroom is elegant
+Top bosses paying respect
+Big endorsements, please with all due respects
+I'm delighted to break bread, send the best bottles to my people
+Refreshments catered by Edible Arrangements
+There at the hors d'oeuvre table I observed
+As she stood so seductive I admired every curve
+Her dress pure silk mesh softly hugged her body so ever gently
+Garter on her inner thigh held her pearl nickel
+Diamond ear studs sparkle, her wrist sickle
+Panty crotchless, she braless, breast flawless
+Tennis charm anklet, it's live at the banquet
+Couples swing, Johnny Fontane singing all the latest
+Ladies love it and scream, Goodfellas applaud
+Bow ties with the Cuban cigars, my tux Sean John
+The Dom this Pérignon, I had to step to it and charm in Gucci loafer
+My dogs in the background barking, them dudes is crazy
+[Interlude: sample]
+[#2]: Do we know each other?
+[#1]: I've been reading about you
+[#2]: Oh? Where? Who do you work for?
+[#1]: I'm in the art world
+[#2]: Dealer?
+[#1]: Mm-mm
+[#2]: Gallery Owner? What's your take for this?
+[#1]: Five Percent of the value recovered
+[#2]: Oh, a Bounty Hunter!
+[#1]: If you like
+[#2]: Always get your man?
+[#1]: Mm-hmm
+[#2]: Think you'll get me?
+[#1]: Oh, I hope so
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Yeah, I see you blushing
+Hope you're not embarrassed
+She said, "Nah, your peoples is cool, it's just you."
+Well, allow me to introduce
+She said, "I know you, the superstar, Jamel Irief, The Wise Chief."
+Damn, I'm usually pretty low-key
+Well, then may I ask like who you might be?
+"Oh, you really don't know?"
+Na, love I can't picture
+"You can't remember Lil' Keisha? Lil' Keisha sure was me?"
+Yeah it was you!
+"You used to check for my cousin like back in 302"
+"This was way back before the Wu."
+"You used to come through, and your crew was deep."
+What's your cousin's name?
+"Melanie"
+Yo, she sat right in front of me!
+I used to copy off her paper to cheat
+She won the Spelling Bee
+"Damn, I don't know what to say, I would've never known."
+Pardon me, you've grown so beautiful tone
+She replied like, "That's okay, I had the biggest crush on you
+Anyway, way back in the day."
+Wow, thanks for the compliment, miss
+Damn, I really don't know what to do
+Man your cousin gonna kill us
+How old are you now?
+"Twenty three? You wanna see my ID?"
+Oh, and you See Cypher?
+It's just getting liver, the more dangerous, the better
+I love pressure, we can have a Thomas Crowne Affair
+From the scent, you know what he represent
+There's money in the air to get
+Is you with me or is you out to get me?
+Well, anyway, I'ma take it just as fast as they print it
+Is you wit' it? So watch me
+This is a professional jux, nothing sloppy
+[Outro: Sample]
+[#1]: I won't back off, you know? Not even for a minute
+[#2]: I'd be hugely disappointed if you didEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Born ChamberI've taught you for three years instructing you in my Poison Clan techniques. We live here in seclusion so we can talk about the clan. The point is I had pupils once. Is that a fact? What are there names? Where are they? I don't know their names now. When they left they all took new names, as the whole idea was to keep their identities a close secret. So even they don't know each other's names. And while they were here they always wore masks to avoid being known. I worry about what there all doing. What I taught them could be used wrongly for evil to hurt men. So then I would like to make sure this hasn't been the case and you will do that for me. Teacher, how will I find them if they've changed their names? And to make it harder they won't show their skills they'll keep them hidden unless it is an emergency. If bad you must kill themEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+East M.C.’s[Intro: Masta Killa]
+Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! uh uh
+Ya'll motherfuckers
+Ya'll motherfuckers
+Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh
+Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh!
+Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh
+Listen
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Uh, all gangstas and fellow MCs, we now meet
+The threat is now an actual fact, and that's the least
+The lion paw, ripping your jaw, dismantle face piece
+You may not have heard or seen, my Murder One Team
+Something's best untold, crime related
+I am who I am, so fuck it, if son stuck it
+We all ate a plate of the best, sipped the fine grapes
+My rugged lifestyle is survive, I don't apologize
+Hustle is the road I chose, there's no compromising
+When the guns is drawn, shots fire
+Son, all my killas is fam, nothing hired
+Y'all faggot niggas wired for sound, before the things blast
+Wait for the train to pass, man, face down
+We straight from the murder capital town
+It goes down, daily on the regular
+Dressed in assassin attire the bulletproof wrap
+Strap 'em with the bomb to his body, ain't no coming back...
+[Victorious]
+Yea, yo these dudes out here ain't fightin' no more
+You either dump or run, or go to the law
+Me I take it to the further son, it's Murder One
+Maneuver the rugers, I call 'em Ferguson
+You force my hand, I'll take you off the Earth wit Guns
+Justify Homicide that burden is done
+I drink that redrum straight out the faucet, your boy lost it
+I'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss quick
+I'm a Boss Bitch from that Beast New York
+Where that cheap talk get you outlined in Chalk
+Step out of line, we put your thoughts on the Sidewalk
+You popped your top lock like we popped the Corks
+You can catch me in the South on approach wit them Choppers
+Or Bring out them Helicopters
+Your boy gun dame is hella proper
+
+[K.Born]
+Yea, so masterful, the flames burn hot
+Comin' for the kill, faggot niggas head gets chopped
+And get rolled from blocks and gets slapped out spots
+We in N.Y. keepin' live Brooklyn lick off shots
+Make 'em duck tuck, roll real slow don't stop
+Til they get it and flock, See I aim for top
+Now Y? don't ask why, just move wit my flow blow so-so
+Watch how careers gets stopped
+My Pop spit the seed and I swam stream, strongest and broke through
+Raised by to a General - Physical is holdin' weight
+And leadin' the way like a Freight Train
+But I jump fast, nigga you here ? You Sure ?
+Ain't no horse play, don't play
+Murder wit my Minds spray
+Give y'all fools lessons of war, no more
+From every Land on this Planet Earth
+And waters all across, truly yours, the Flames, the Force
+[Free Murder]
+The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A
+My nigga, Aye! The name is Free Murda
+Killings is no limit even without C-Murder
+We take and keep burners, we don't give it back
+It's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of that
+Kinda mad wishin' he should've had bigger Gat
+Not this little shit could fit in my Fitted Cap
+Matter of fact give 'em that, Make 'em do somethin'
+But really though yo he ain't gon' do nuttin'
+Bangin' me, I popped your bitch and now she shot up
+The Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked up
+I have you wacked up, they call the Cops up
+You need a housing worker have that blood moped up
+Yea I'm like WHAT ? wit my Glock up
+I'm a nut like the shit I get off cock sucks
+I just popped up and already done wit you
+Should've bring your Pops hop, the way I been sonnin' you
+Came wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame nigga
+Under the wing like lights on the Plane Nigga
+
+[Killa Sin]
+Yo, fuck all the small talkin'
+Get on your job or get the walkin'
+Major League Batters in here, you steady balking'
+The Mack maul cats like dogs or botched abortions
+Make blood pour like bottles of bubbly popped the corks on
+The war's on
+Better believe I get my Stalk on
++Artist of The Year+ enjoy the fall - long
+BONG! when it's all said and done I be long gone
+Hong Kong gettin' my Cock wopped thru my Long Johns
+Same song all around the World like 'Pac did it
+Caught a lil half a hundred gram wit the Cop wit it
+The Grass that I stashed in the Dash, hit the Block wit it
+The Glock that I brought along for the ride, got knocked with it
+Now I'm up top tradin' bars with my box niggas
+Wit Two Strikes against me ain't no room for the Third
+Even the Cops get it, got niggas watchin' they Misses
+Doin' a middle harm Legs cocked in the air
+Screamin' "Yeah" like Lil John
+Should've pawn like Carm styles is on potty train
+Shotty's bang, bodies slained, got niggas that could get it onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nehanda and Cream**Heavy Crowds & Conversations**
+
+[Lady #1] Damn! they be havin' us out for like a Hour!
+[Lady #2] See that's why I don't be fuckin' wit Clubs
+[Lady #1] Yea that Fat Ass bouncer, he was out to dick
+[Lady #2] Girl I need a drink
+[Lady #1] Me too
+[Lady #1] What you gettin' to drink ?
+[Lady #2] Tss. I think I'm get me a Sex on the Beach
+[Lady #1] Yea that sounds good
+[Lady #1] Let me get Two orders to Sex on the Beach
+[Lady #2] Yo did I tell you what Happened wit Tameka and her Man
+[Lady #1] No, what Happened ?
+[Lady #2] Yo she gon' fuck her sister yo
+[Lady #1] WORD !! - Oh that's fucked up!
+[Lady #2] Yo I would of fucked that bitch up
+[Lady #1] Niggas ain't shit
+[Lady #2] Yo they sure ain't
+[Lady #2] Damn they takin' long wit our Drinks
+[Lady #1] Yea they sure are
+[Lady #1] Yo look at that nigga over there he look good
+[Lady #2] WHERE ??
+[Lady #1] Over that on the corner by the Speaker
+[Lady #1] You don't see 'em ?
+[Lady #2] Girl he aiiight
+[Lady #1] He over that lookin' all serious
+[Lady #1] He might have a nice sized dick I could do some squats on
+[Lady #2]*Laughs* Yo you crazy - but you might be right
+[Lady #1] HMMMMM! *Laughs*
+[Lady #1] Oh they playin' that shit, Ole school;
+[Lady #1] I wanna go ova there and dance wit 'em - come wit me
+[Lady #2] Girl you crazy - I ain't goin' ova there
+[Lady #1] Come on don't be like that, I can't go bye myself
+*Music starts right away*
+
+[Verse 1]
+They be like send us out to Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan
+The Bronx, Harlem and Island of Staten
+Just a Dedication to Radio Station
+DJ's across the Nation
+The East is in da House tonight
+Hold ya ladies tight
+Pour lil love out Queen, get ya head right
+She stood out like 5'3", sexy as she wanna be me
+I'm in the cut didn't think she could see
+She approach politely and asked "Could I assist"
+-] "In a dance wit her and her Sis"
+How can I resist an offer so grand ?
+She said they need a man, to stand
+Why they lock hands
+Sounds like a plan wit ya Golden son Tan
+Her sista is like pecan brown
+She from Uptown, lil sis strokin' my back
+I'm in the middle wit the Two step
+Leavin' it simple, On and on party til we break
+
+[Hook: Masta Killa]
+Yea we get drunk and we stay high
+We known to take Money and keep the fam fly
+Guns still bust so please don't try
+All my ladies scream butterfly, tho' yo hands high
+[Verse 2]
+Yea you rollin' wit live from Brooklyn, it's the Squad
+Hard hittin', face slittin', guns tottin'
+They let them niggas in the party ?
+DAMN! they gon' fuck it up
+Brothers ain't *?Corrupt?* it's just how we came up
+Rough, tough from the City
+Pretty ass Pats, strung hung myself young
+When I think back sometimes - I wanna roll one
+Just blow one - and sit back
+Unwind, kill a lil time, you know ?
+
+[Hook: Masta Killa]
+Yea cuz we get drunk and we stay high
+We known to take Money and keep the fam fly
+Guns still bust so please don't try
+All my ladies scream butterfly, tho' yo hands high
+
+[Verse 3]
+So peace, Happy Physical day, if it's your Birthday
+More power moves to make, cake to take
+Be Thankful for the food you ate, let's Celebrate
+People on the Ecstasy - Please don't OD (Overdose)
+It's really not Healthy for your body and Mind
+Come wind, wind, wind
+Pretty young ladies let your Mind float
+To another place, taste raw dope
+Track is like Coke - Niggas slingin' Soap
+Compare to what I wrote - NOPE!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+R U Listening[Intro]
+Uh
+Imma f'kin like this, ha, ha, ha...
+You already know
+Peace to my brother Ghostface
+
+[Verse 1]
+Party people, welcome to the gathering
+Many of you tonight have traveled for many miles
+To hear the master of the art display styles and techniques
+Now with this piece of steel that I hold so firmly
+I conduct y’all accordingly, one time for your mind
+Authentically designed and crafted by the hand of god
+Autograph, camera phones, flash as I enter
+A glimpse of the ninja, rarely seen and heard
+But his words so powerful, catch him at the show and prove
+Building with Allah's son, who they talking bout, me?
+
+[Hook]
+Who they talking bout, who they talking bout, ahhh?
+Who y'all talkin bout? Ah?
+Who they talking bout, me?
+Who they talking bout, you keep my mic in ya mouth
+
+[Verse 2]
+With beats so banging and, bass drum kicking and
+Melody soulful strings are calling, it's like
+Back against electrical fence, but I’m a winner
+My mic's like my only defense, brothers locked down
+Aunties that changed my pampers, all sponsors
+I won’t fail the mission, with self knowledge guiding me
+Nothing can contain me from seeing everything that's mine
+Economically, nothing is given
+We know steps are taken, people couldn't see it until it burst to existence
+Brush the stardust from the sleeves of my jacket
+[Hook]
+Who they talking bout, who they talking bout
+Who y'all talkin bout, who you talking bout?
+Who they talking bout, me?
+Who they talking bout, you keep my mic in ya mouth
+
+[Verse 3]
+See, this is how your rhyme gotta be young G
+I’m a writer not a rapper, emcee
+Build-or-destroyer, some overstand, but I understand that
+We are students to life, true divine order
+Must be restored in order for us to live right
+Y’all stay chirping like birds, words travel
+At the speed that I’m slappin you
+Ask you as the world revolves, caliente
+It’s about 100 degrees with no breeze, can you swim nine thousand?
+I bench press hills and mountains from the highest peak
+I fears no evil as I walk through the valley
+I’m like the father at the first rally, are you listening?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Noodles Pt. 2[Verse]
+Uh, now without disturbing our guest, moving casual
+My mens vested, underneath they're double-breasted, business as usual
+Nothing personal, punctual, seizing your lobby
+Right on schedule, Gods took, tired and stripped
+Uniform switched, I'm still entertaining this chick
+But I don't trust shit, sipping 'paine, checking her frame
+I'm brain picking for a quick sec, the lights clicked off
+Music stopped, crowd moans, what's going on, she says
+Ok, everything resumes a norm, computer room took now we in the system
+The vault got a hundred million, ninja men scaling the ceiling
+The building owned by the billionaire King Don Amondrion
+He sold arms, had his hands in all wealth
+Private jets, fleets of the best stretch, Benz, Lex
+Jewel thief, he made millions off petroleum
+He had diamond mines, robbing them blind, the feds owed him favors
+So he hired Keisha, but the juks is already on
+Swiftly, they moved on the don, politely
+He's being escorted by an armed soldier, no one even noticed
+Everything calm, nothing alarmed, couples mingled
+As nothing was going on, but a few of the don's men
+Sensed something was wrong, so wanna approach him with a smile
+The don, told him carry on, he saw that his king was in check
+And one wrong move could mean death, so he backed up
+To round his crew up, now meanwhile back in VIP status
+Shorty winding, bump and grinding, sipping Sangria
+Suddenly, the hour became Amaretto Sour, but son came to whisper
+Keisha, I think we need ya, the don has been taken
+She jumped quick, slipped the 2-5 from her guard
+And cocked it back, slick, gave a look, if she was tryna figure
+Is he down? Worth attentions wrong, for a quick sec
+Gave the perfect opportunity, for a smooth exit
+They had the don with the mack to his head
+We want the code to the vault they said
+Now nervously his hand shakes, his heart racing
+He fumbles with the combination, time wasting
+So they smacked him, had him leaking from the nose
+They told him, one false move, and your whole team goesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Lovely Lady[Intro: Governor Tools (Ski) {Masta Killa}]
+Ya'll knock pon the door, push it open, man
+What y'all knock pon the door, for...
+(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Uh...
+{What's the deal, what's the deal, what's the deal}
+Peace what's going on black man (what's going on)
+Big star.. (peace kid) you in here? (no diggity)
+Ahh man, I got bats in here (we came to snatch you up soon)
+{See I been busting my muthafuckin' ass in here}
+I been calling your ass all day, son, you ain't answered the damn phone
+Take you of here son, you been here all damn night, all day, son
+Come back here... tonight son {flight tonight?}
+Yeah, man... ahh man, let's go, let's go
+(Me have some tenderoni waiting for me) Let's go, let's go
+{Sweetness?} Something nice {yo, I do need a muthafuckin' vacation
+I ain't even gonna front} Yeah, son, let's go
+Take a two days, man, and let's go and come back
+Mellow out your brains and come back, knowhatimean
+Something nice.. let's go... bredren, let's go
+Lock down the shop (son, let's get outta here, man
+We outta this peace man) Let's be out (yeah let's get outta here
+Lock it up bredren) Turn off that thing, we gone
+
+[Ski]
+Pretty looks and your pretty smile (pretty smile)
+Pretty girl, you know I like your style (like your style)
+The way you move, and the way you groove (the way you groove)
+Lovely lady, put me in the right groove
+You're not fighting, you're not shocking
+The thing that we'll do, to make you cry
+And you're so sweet, or my my my
+I see my future, right in your eyes
+[Chorus 2X: Ski (Governor Tools)]
+Lovely la-la-la-la-lady (lovely lady)
+Yo, she a little la-la-la-la-lady, lady
+
+[Governor Tools]
+Sexy lady, you gots to have my baby
+Lock you down like a soldier in the Navy
+Lord, say, Masta Killa, all up in your V
+It's time find tricks and smooth it
+
+[Hook 2X: Governor Tools]
+Now sexy la-la-la-la-lady, y'all know
+You gots to have my ba-ba-ba-ba-baby, for real
+Now sexy la-la-la-la-lady, y'all know
+You gots to have my ba-ba-ba-ba-baby, come on, talk to them
+
+[Ski]
+Pretty like the sunshine (like a sunshine)
+Sunny day.. (on a sunny day)
+Pretty like a rose (a beautiful rose)
+When it's growing (when it's growing)
+Prettier than anything (prettier than anything)
+Ever seen (that my eyes have ever seen)
+Oh, I'd love to talk with you, talk with you
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+[Masta Killa]
+It's a special dedication, to all of my lady friend
+Whether you Caribbean, from any other island, them
+I touching, on the scene, make the meanest gangsta roll lean
+Gun clean, stay fresh, her breasts all natural
+I'm impressed, her body all actual
+She undressed, flexed, pretty round brown t'ing, from the back
+Horny facts, fat, fat, fat, fat
+Sexy Maxine, she fiend for the killing
+Christine, she fiend for one killing
+Sexy Justine, she fiend for one killing
+And sip the Guiness, burn ganja weed
+Look out for breed, picnic to feed
+Me sip Guiness, burn ganja weed
+Look out for breed, picnic to feed
+
+[Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Older Gods Part 2[Man #1]
+Yo God I got the Top Ten
+Yo God - Quiet down, I got the Top Ten Liquor
+Yea yea, y'all, yea, Peace Gods
+Peace to the Gods, Yea Peace to the Gods
+Up here chillin' wit Jamel Irief LIVE!!
+Yes, we all up here just chillin' we tryin' to get it right y'all
+Yea, yea, yea, Lord shot I see ya
+Lord Bing, Freedom Allah, Freedom Born, yea
+
+[Man #2]
+Yo, Quiet there, wussup baby ?
+
+[Man #2]
+You, haha, yea we gon' drop the Science on 'em real fast
+You know how we do, Yo Free ?
+I remember back in the days God (Yea)
+When Individuals that didn't know they Math wasn't allowed to come Outside
+You remember them days ?
+
+[Man #1]
+Yea God man, you know what we had to do God)
+Ain't no forgot we had to make them show and improve, yea be honest without
+A doubt)
+
+[Man #1]
+Just to show and improve everythin' was real
+We had to keep this in its text
+In order to make a seed grow you gotta constantly water it
+And that Water was the Knowledge that we had
+Through extensive Research we obtained and we gave it to the Young
+[Man #2]
+Yea God, you know that See Allah..
+Allah Believed if you taught Nine People
+And that Nine People taught Nine People
+And that Nine People taught Nine People
+Guess What (That's right)
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Let the track wind in your Mind, flow free
+Remain Conscience on this rock 'til your best Ability
+Infinity, back to your Saucer that you came
+Energy see a change form, Atoms being born, neva endin'
+All on and on and on, travel wit me
+Not tryin' to convince the pack that it's a fact
+But for those that can adapt, I live it, shit it and back
+We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth
+Now squeeze the bain 'til something pop
+Hip-Hop, Glocks and Tech's, Fat Checks
+Fly Whip Chicks, Fresh Kicks, especially Fitted Crown
+Wouldn't down, Open White Tee underneath
+.9's and .4 Pounds, 45 Minutes of Menacin'
+Dismantling any MC opponent steppin' in the Zone
+Get ya Face Blown
+
+[Man #3]
+I would like to let y'all know the History
+Of how the first Bones Began
+Allah Met Messiah - Allah Met Bismillah
+Allah Met Prince Salam - Allah Met Uehara
+Allah Met Akbar - Allah Met -] Kaheem
+Allah Met Abiji - Who was Black -] at the time
+Allah Met Al-Jamal - Allah Met Salam
+And that's Three Elders that dealt with this Knowledge with him
+And these Three Elders was - Fred Bone Justice Who was Akbar
+He had Shaheem - and He had each beaker
+Along wit each 12 - We became the 13th Men from 12 Disciples
+I like to let y'all know from my Perspective
+That the Mathematics was Revealed to us by Almighty God Allah
+He gave us One and Nine, and A to Z
+[Masta Killa]
+When I speak to wake the Mourn
+That should surely die fuckin' wit I
+Stealin', tellin' lies, to Master the Original Man
+Home and Abroad the Sword is stay Justice
+Reward is the price of food and Tony Blair
+That killed Fred Hampton in Bed
+Penalties to Enemies couldn't musket the seal in they heads
+Show and Prove, make the mouth move
+We build wit the MC Skill, Drop Math, nuttin' grabbed
+Crafted - Mastered for the people
+Then sling to the Rhythm if you feelin' what I'm givin' is real
+True livin' Iron Pole, Microphone Steel
+Thought Imprisonment, Big Business for Government Officials
+Address the Issue, blow the Whistle
+Take your face, value how fast the light travel
+Swan Poison Animal eaters and Wife Beaters
+Savage and Pursuit, false move and I'll shoot
+Blast you, back to gas you, you can't last in the square wit the Truth
+
+[Man #4]
+And that's Peace God
+It always comes back to Knowledge
+And that Knowledge is our Foundation
+And the Foundation of all Life emanated from Allah - The Father
+Manifested himself as a true and livin' God
+Throughout Eternity - or even time Immortal
+Man has always been God - 'Fore we under Supreme Being
+Manifested and Taught by Almighty God Allah
+[Masta Killa]
+Another Start Child is Born, Straight from the Vine
+Before there was time, someone had to wind the Clock
+And it's Understood, Wit the Body of the Universe
+No Religion, just Universal Law
+Wit except Existence, everythin' right in Exact
+Universal Flag tagged up in your Head pieceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro[Intro: Masta Killa]
+New York, New York, New York, New York, he he, yeah...
+New York, New York, New York, New York, yo!
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+My devastating hot East New York mentality
+Keep me on point for my million dollar salary
+Heavy weight lyrics never lost one calorie
+Fat stacks, drug dealing styles the black AC
+Nickel-plated macs, We pack the chrome tecs, yes
+From one single idea, everything appeared here
+Understanding makes my truth crystal clear
+A yo, snap out of Candy Land kids, the old rumor is
+Blacks become immune to shit, we never did like
+Cross color clothes crossing over, getting crossed out
+Criss crossing we bossing all cross breeds
+I'm a knowledge seed, I want action, that's what I need
+Never no doubt in my mind, it's the rhyme
+Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
+The thrill of victory, defeat, it's not meant for me
+Victorious with no opponent that blast through components
+Jamel Irief raising hell with the flavor
+Smoking on the mic like smoking Joe FrazierEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dirty Soul[Intro: Masta Killa]
+Shit... thank you, thank you, thank you
+Yeah, you see, when I think about soul music
+There's a few people that I would like to mention
+Brothers and sisters, solo or group
+That had an effect on my life
+I would like to begin by showing my utmost respect and love
+To my universal soul sisters, beautiful sisters like
+Chaka Khan, Aretha Franklin, Miss Millie Jackson
+Patti LaBelle, Miss Betty White, Glady Knight
+Tina Marie, and Miss Mary J. Blige
+Soulful groups like, Isley Brothers, Blue Birth, Blue Magic
+The O'Jays, Emotions, Rolls Royce, The Delfonics
+Parliament, and the Jackson 5
+Now, we gon' move on to my soul brothers
+Soul brothers like, brother Barry White
+Isaac Hayes, Curtis Mayfield, James Brown, Mr. Stevie Wonder
+Al Green, Teddy Pendergrass, Marvin Gaye
+The legendary Sam Cooke, Otis Redding, Rick James
+Bitch, and my man R. Kelly
+Now when it comes to the soul
+Rhere's one more brother in particulart hat I have to mention
+And he just happens to be my brother Ason Unique
+Known to the world as the Ol' Dirty Bastard
+See if RZA would've threw some shit like this on
+He would've went crazy and probably said something ill type
+He would've probably said...
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+My beats slamming from the rugged programming
+The man Bob Marley, hey my man, I'm jammin'
+You can never test my stamina, while I'm ramming the
+Hip hop crowd, make me rah rah rah
+Other MC's got flipped with the ease
+Begging me for mercy, God, stop the music please
+No, 'cause I'm a pro, back to the convo
+Make the crowd say ho, at a strip show
+Represent, his name is Ason, keep calm
+Rhyme come smokey, funky like a stink bomb
+Boom, blowing up niggas, mad bullets in the trigger
+So you better run for cover!
+Niggas got loose in they ass, felt the glass
+A full account sprout, yo, yo, yo, money, yo pass
+Woo, woo, woo, hospitalized
+Is he gonna live Doc? No, the nigga dies
+Maximum those MCs populating
+Minimum those MCs I'm dominating
+So all in together now, who, what, what, who
+Rhyme come stinky like a girl poo
+
+[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Masta Killa]
+Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
+Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
+Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
+Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
+[Outro: Masta Killa]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, you already
+Aiyo, special love and dedication shout to Mama Cherry
+We love you
+Popa Wu, Brooklyn Zu, we already
+12 O'Clock, 60 Sec., Murdock, Shit, Buddha Monk
+Zu Ninjaz, and all the seeds, there seeds, whole family, man
+You know it don't stop, stop, yeah
+YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wise Words[Verse]
+I think the jewel that the brother 2Pac was dropping
+Was uh "Keep your head up"
+He was right on with that one, he was right on, right on
+Supreme wisdom, the motion in which one moves
+It's like, it's like words that are wise that make the people groove
+Substance, the material of integrity, that builds strength
+Now huh, see soul is the source of universal love
+It's the DNA of the world
+It's what makes the world go around
+Now, now those that have it, may feel the sense of being complete
+Those without it, are in search of what's missing
+See how can I forget, the poverty, the projects
+The lack of opportunity, the injustice
+Aww man, they're seeing through the lies of politicians
+False promises, selling us religion, poisonous injections
+These superstitious believes, we teach our children to eat
+The wrong foods, mentally and physically
+Now if I told ya'll the truth
+The opportunities are slim
+Living conditions are grim
+Our youth's future seems dim
+Infested communities, drugs destroyed many families
+Children left alone, separated broken homes
+It's like they're victims of modern day lynchings
+You know, huh the system stopping us to frisk
+Handcuffing our wrist, like they trapping us all
+In hopes of sending us up north
+Crunching on the jail bars, thinking of escape
+Waiting on release date, man yeah
+To all the youths of today we got to find a better way
+For real this is simply Jamel IriefEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Trouble[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+When you ain't got a dollar and you shoes a little lean
+Mama tryna make it by herself but she need me
+I'm tryna focus, stay in school and do the right thing
+But trouble is all around me, temptation calling me
+Then somebody showed him how to get that baking soda and
+Mix it with the other stuff, chop it down, weigh it up
+Bag this, stack that, big gun, little stabEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro (Loyalty Is Royalty)
+**************************************************
+What You See[Chorus 2x: Masta Killa]
+What you see, ah, you ain't seen nothing yet
+Ah, you ain't seen nothing yet, ah, you ain't seen nothing yet
+I thought told you
+
+[Verse 1]
+What you see is what you get
+And you don't see and don't respect
+You must be blind and can't detect
+That I am from that BK set
+Where Bible men flex big chains round necks
+Wet late night sex, big dice game vets
+Sweat, no threat, north, south, east, west, Weed gun men bet
+Then all run it down, it's all good, I thought I told you
+Any mother step in the square, I bet I fold you
+Rhyming on timing, I shine like I'm suppose to
+Nothing come close to son, it don't suppose to son
+I thought I told you
+
+[Chorus 2x]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Get funky like Lucy on the bass guitar
+Make the ladies wanna drop they pants, lose they bra
+I guess it just comes with the life of a star
+Fly jets out of air force base, down in Shaw
+I know you never heard it like this before
+Real slick when he talk, the East New York walk
+We can Iron Mic spar, ten paces then draw
+Raw 'caine, straight from the grain, the royal Lion King
+Keep it raw, hit the floor, heavyweight word
+Break a man jaw on the floor, that's what you pay for
+Sold eyes towards the broad, and like the mic strike
+Thunder like the hammer of Thor, and keep it rough, sunEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Day After[Masta Killa]
+{*humming the beat*}
+I awoke from oppression, I began to write for y'all
+Truth from a speck of light
+I chose to bring belief to those
+That hunger for the food of thought
+Cuz this is the life we chose
+Fool's gold tempt many and led 'em astray
+Others watched them go down
+They was afraid to speak on it
+Some never recovered from the mental enslavement
+I came greatness
+The world wasn't ready to face me
+
+"Never.. the God too clever.. never.. he seen it comin..
+Never.. the God too clever" ] Masta Killa
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Now this wicked brother Cal
+Ordered them to cover their faces painted with smiles
+And they came, from air, land and oceans
+I watched as the sides of good and evil was chosen
+Everything seemed to move in slow motion
+People ran frantic as herds of wild steed
+Their minds like rabbits, souls like deer, fear was felt
+And when the radiation melt the eyes from their heads
+I fled seeking cover to find none
+Triumph a selection played by RZA
+Buildings crumbled
+Missiles and bullets whistled, the Earth rumbled
+Water filled tunnels quickly from both ends
+Trucks dropped from buildings that swayed from high winds
+"They thought he would slither.." ] Masta Killa
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Trees buckled like knees
+Continuing to build and break the seventh seal
+From the sky came fiery hail, trains derailed
+Horseman hooded with sheets shaped in concrete
+War of the lion, voids thunder when I speak
+From their finger came lightning, striking the beast {*thunder*}
+Jail cell broken by the wise words spoken
+Gun smokin'.. it's the def poet quotin'
+
+"Never.. the God too clever.. never.. he seen it comin.." ] Masta KillaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Outro (Loyalty Is Royalty)
+**************************************************
+Part 2With so much drama imma have to refocus [?]
+Symptoms of a coma sleeping awaking baking
+I drop bombs like Hiroshima
+Elegant and [?] face bumping in mines
+All she wanted to do is getting side
+Than she got a side talking about "Let me ride"
+I stay regulating since craytons was the daytons
+Free Tracey Davis TC is chill
+Cause ain't no fun if the homies can't have noone
+And if Kurupt gave a fuck about a biatch
+They already know that I don't fuck with no busters
+And I don't fuck with no and I don't fucking no
+So don't ask me shit, ain't give a fuck about a damn
+
+Yelling one eight seven with my dick in her mouth biatch (x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Abbott & The Masta[Intro: RZA]
+Yo, Allah Mathematics, tight mixtape shit
+Ya'll faggot niggas back the fuck up
+Ya'll bitches just back the fuck up
+
+[RZA]
+It's Da Great Siege, Killa Beez in fatigue
+No time to bob and weave, your city's intrigued
+Pushing straight through in a navy-blue H2 Hummer
+We scrape you, it's a bummer, you dumber than dumber
+Shaolin Rooftop Talk, who shot hawk?
+Who got off? Bobby! Trapped in the Bing like my name was Crosby
+Gettin' them Bills like Cosby
+I'm up on Pickin
+Bitch walked in, ordered veggie fried rice and a half a chicken
+Like it's finger-licking' my finger clickin'
+On some old finger-clickin', itchy trigger, nigga listen
+It's Da Great Siege, Killa Beez in fatigue
+You're gonna get intrigued
+Your city's caught, no chance to bob and weave
+BZA-Bobby, Shaolin Rooftop Talk, who shot hawk?
+Who got off? Pushing through in tha H2 navy-blue Hummer
+Bounce a nigga, we scrape you
+You lookin' dumber and dumber
+We turn winter into summer
+Can we bling bling, shine shine, all the time
+[Interlude: RZA (Masta Killa)]
+Yeah, bring it back.. huh huh
+(bring it back, from the back
+Bring it back, ahh, yo!)
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Seen thousand dollars nights, broke ass days
+Marvelous master haze, haggler, Isaac
+Yo... yeah.. yeah, but yo, Masta Kill' stay milli'
+Known to rock a butter soft leather when it's chilly
+Peace to Philly, Chicago the Windy City
+We rock goggle, bread with the mold
+Out-dated can goods, witty and it cold
+Behold the pale, Jonah escape the whale
+Free Dirty, we gotta be the God
+The Def Poet quotin', all side bets I'm takin'
+Put your plate up, Rae dropped the eight on the brake
+We on The Come Up, one up from takin' it all
+Up in the pool hall, niggas ain't tryin' to pay without a brawl
+Dusty, Two On Da Road, toad style
+Mic stab low, winds straight from the soul, Shaolin poleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Medina (East New York)[Intro: Masta Killa]
+It's original, everything we do
+Everything we do, is original
+It's from the heart, that's right
+Always remember that, we keep it original
+That's right, the foundation
+
+[Masta Killa]
+We was known for sad love ballads and guns
+The rude one beg no friend, the selection's threatening
+Never hesitate, dusty murder gun, tray eight
+Bust head, known to regulate
+War physically on the rule to rule a date
+All I can recall was white and bright lights
+The doctors and nurses, drunked the old earth
+And killed the pain of the breech birth
+Under the influence, I arrived at Brooklyn Jewish
+Now a tree grows, standing ovation
+Peace signs, salute to my nation
+Brooklyn, it's good to be home
+Gun shot blown, stay calm, don't be alarmed
+Respect is being shown, for real
+Weight like six sex till, followed by the walk-by
+Intensify pressure apply to the hands that hold mics
+Strike like the Pai Me Nine
+[Interlude: Masta Killa]
+Peace, my nigga (yeah)
+That's that funny style ass nigga over there
+Ain't nothin' changed, still hot out here
+Snitches...
+
+[Masta Killa]
+It's about 90 degree, in the project
+Two bedroom, no A.C., God Degree low
+Metal fans spinnin' hot air slow
+I refuse to go, I'm determined to build
+Watch me turn gas into million stacks of cash
+Never lost on the cook-up, niggas can't walk the grounds
+From which they came
+Foundation never was strong, you ain't the same
+Brothers is doing real time, it's not a game
+Straight poet, no comeback, check out how the fiends react
+Yo, shots lick, Wu lots and Nash' fit
+Not many walk the streets, if not, few deep
+Niggas get robbed by bitches in they sleep
+He didn't understand, how well connected
+How fast that ass get sent to the essence
+My mic blessing, from the 120 Lesson
+Crys' and the Henny' to seed, when I breath
+One Blood, guest star me and Junior Reid
+Meet me at the highest peak, God Mountain
+Twenty nine thousand and some, from the Slum
+They love gun, who you think taught 'em how to bust them, son?
+Yo, who you think taught 'em how to bust them, son?
+[Interlude: Masta Killa]
+Yo, yeah, that's how they do it
+When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines
+I escape, yo...
+Chill with the feedback, black we don't need that
+Nah, they don't need that bullshit
+Heh, shame on you, when you step through to
+Ya'll muthafuckas know
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Bullet fragment, the colorful brain has his name
+He earned that stripe, no question, that's his lesson
+Cut amongst organizations, then snitched?
+You bitch, actin' like you thug and...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Queen (dirty)[Intro: Masta Killa]
+Uh... sweetness.. beautiful queen
+Beautiful queen... beautiful queen, yeah
+
+[Hook: Curtis Mayfield "The Makings of You" sample]
+Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and
+A great big expression of happiness
+Boy, you couldn't miss..
+With a dozen roses, such will astound you
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction
+In passing, driven by a desire to know if she's taken
+I was askin', "Is your heart vacant?
+Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? Can we build?"
+Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me?
+Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise
+Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation
+Your mind flashed back to other shit you've been through
+Others left you questionable, what's acceptable?
+The first sight of this divine light might shy you
+Warm words melt the ice between us
+My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through
+
+[Chorus w/ hook: Masta Killa]
+Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice
+Kiss my hand before I roll my dice
+In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep
+It's just the simple thtings in life we do
+[Masta Killa]
+Watch the God as I'm shapin' and moldin' this planet I'm holdin'
+In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation
+Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene
+This is King toast Queen
+We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports
+Frank Emerge and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream
+Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name
+Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine
+Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing
+It's just nice-ness, the absence of confusion
+Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss
+Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home
+Maybe we can build and add on over the phone
+Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I'm wrong?
+Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness
+Excuse, I don't mean to intrude
+
+[Chorus w/ hook]
+[Masta Killa]
+Aight, yeah love
+See you treatment is royal, relax and uncoil
+You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love
+I rose in my whip with my wiz and thought
+It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu'
+To the melody, "Didn't I blow you mind?"
+Hit the spliffs slow, sit low, seat reclined
+In due time, every square inch will be mines
+She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine
+I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look
+Hair well groomed and thing
+Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match
+Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm
+Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth
+She asked for directions as if she was lost
+But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon
+In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon
+[Chorus w/ hook]
+[Allah Real]
+Didn't I blow your mind?
+Oh, didn't I blow your mind?
+Oh, didn't I blow your mind?
+Didn't I blow your mind?
+
+[Outro: Masta Killa]
+Beautiful queens, beautiful queens
+Beautiful queens, beautiful queensEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Brain[Chorus: sample from "Pinky and the Brain"]
+Brain, brain, brain, brain
+Brain, brain, brain, brain
+Brain, brain, brain, brain
+Brain, brain, brain, brain
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Heh, yo, party people gather round, watch the God get down
+The sound's so rugged, measure the erection
+It's raw when I'm sexin' your brain
+Cherry cream beam leather seats, lean
+Goose in the canteen, dutch leaf green
+Block wit a chocolate, ship a mil', box it
+Moms and pops it, plan to be seventy five, live and kicking
+Jewels drip in the heat, rippin' with a young sweet
+Something in the passenger seat
+Ivory Queen Bee got the Old Man feeling twenty three
+Power-U fat as a peach, I'm Chief Jay Strongbow
+From the east, come due Allah, what a beautiful squall
+Through the Cartier tints, I seen her from afar
+She in her mink trench in her panty and bra
+Smooth in silk, naturally built, soy milk breast
+Gas at the 'hess, slit it to the rest, undress
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Silverbacks (dirty)(Intro: Inspectah Deck)
+One, two, one, two, the High Chief
+Yeah... yo... so alone... baby
+
+(Inspectah Deck)
+I'm just lookin' out of the window
+Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow
+Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out
+Keepin' my head above water
+Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can)
+Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs
+Informer tip off, clips lick off
+The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off
+Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off
+Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out
+Work out in the yard up North, tryin' to burst out
+Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors
+Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors
+Wave the bigger tools, shoot out inside the school yard
+The game ain't' changed, niggas done made their own rules
+They buildin' plans, they pull a million dollar scam
+Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar bands
+The black market, labelled the movin' target
+Dwellin' in the heartless projects
+Evil eyes walkin', the BBS rims flossin'
+The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin'
+They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up
+They set me up to go up, the witness din't show up
+(Masta Killa)
+Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out
+Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
+Then all those who dare to oppose, were sent back
+Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw
+These silverback niggas eat their oatmeal raw
+Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body
+He killed Poppy, dusted in the lobby, toxy off shocky
+Cops be harassin' tryin' to stop cashin'
+The episodes pass, I flash back to guns
+And crack stashed in grass, you movin' savage
+Please warn him of his ways and actions
+Before I blast him
+Then the homicide was justified when I arrive
+Black tints on the glass with the stockin' cap mask
+It's all official, steel pistol style whip you, to the gristle
+While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle
+
+(GZA)
+I went from the slums of Hell to paradise in Heaven
+From a sling-shot to a wall of mac 11's
+I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverand
+We talked numbers and I told 'em, that mine was 7
+The total amount of hits, behind the collapsed building
+That had exploded in a frenzy of killings
+Bodies lay near tons of twisted metal
+Of a structure and atomic force, it leveled
+From the tale of the tape, the product failed in comparison
+The weight, the height, the reach, was not a year within
+Sight, the significant, difference was the ammo
+Wrecking y'all individuals and their man know
+Second by second, heat blazed through the night
+Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights
+The primary reason of mission for them spitting
+The firing kept hitting, them dust, they kept sipping
+But the informants x-rays gave off electrons
+Within a few next days, entire cess gone
+Prenticle percisions used to remove the eyelids
+Those responsible for my brothers with high bids
+Life in the hood is an award winning film
+Lived ut by savages who can't escape the realm
+A place where the young meet and greet with guns
+In the park they interrupt the pure innocent funEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ringin’ Bells[Verse 1]
+You take on face value how fast the light travel
+It's heaven sent gift from the Universe
+Blessings, tired of Offerings
+There's no compromisin' the truth
+It might blow the roof off
+Exposin' the Germ, take Worm
+Poison animal eaters you must learn
+Let me teach you how to see through six
+Risin' above the mist, the naked eye can hardly detect
+When I'm in effect, live and direct
+It's the East New York section of Brooklyn
+Bangin' ass beat make you wanna freak techniques
+We spray the Arts sword swingin' piss in the Heart
+Sharp as a nigga on Prom Night
+We strike wit a Vengeance
+Givin' y'all the maximum sentence
+Each sentence is like a time line for you to define
+How to rhyme coincide and relate, to my last take
+'No Said Date', say it loud 'Yo I'm Black and Proud'
+To Cracker fuckin' back for any form of disrespect
+To my Nations -- Seasonry and paper chasin'
+For the God degree
+Guarantee to disassemble any MC steppin' in the place to be
+Off the head I wrote this one in Red
+For the Blood of all my people that shed it
+For the Cause, our Microphone ripped so swift
+[Dr. Benjamin Muhammad]
+'What is Justice'?
+'Justice is the law that distinguish between Right and Wrong'
+'What then is Justice, that we may do Justice?'
+'The face of a killer is your face, my face, our face'
+
+[Verse 2]
+This first MC Law he swore to make the crowd raw
+Came up through the floor drew his Mic from his hip and began
+To squeeze Clip, son said 'Don't kill 'em as quick'
+Let 'em do tray, palm stay 18 Jay
+Who made it possible for you to witness?
+First born built the weather to storm
+Bees swarm like hundred witness scorn
+This is warnin' to the people we ship the sour
+Diesel through the Caroline distribution
+Pipe line spark it equal
+Guarded people as divine makes it's final descent
+To the Pavement, we laced it, keepin' it basic
+Who is this Ivory Jamel Ring Bells through out the city?
+A few know him well this description Black Male
+Wit the Universe who flag drippin' off as the Bell
+
+[Dr. Benjamin Muhammad]
+'God is the Number 1 Killer'
+'He out killed...Genghis Khan...Kublai Khan
+...Pamalane...Yes he did'
+'He out killed Hitler...out killed Mussolini'
+...Out killed Napoleon'
+'When God gets ready to kill he wipes...Cold, Complete'
+'God the Killer'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Throwback[Masta Killa]
+So patient, they sat there in the aisles and waited
+For the testimony, hungry, for a statement from the one and only
+Thristy for the ceremony at hand, true Wu die hard fans
+Now look how we rock, make 'em freestyle drop, old school like the Wop
+My grandaddy used to do this dance called the Slop
+I keep it hip hop for ya'll, we don't stop
+Got ladies by the flock, no safety on the Glock
+Stop, look and listen when the semi-auto's pop, your neck
+Mock with the rope, who can match palm
+I'm strong as a nuclear bomb, dangerously armed
+Have you not prepared yourself, you've been warned
+Gun shot to the informer, Killa Bee Swarm
+Caught 'em on the corner of Lavonia
+Reported missing, found him in the fetal position
+Shot twice, armed with the rocket
+Blind for the target, deaded on arrival
+Suspenseful, kill or be killed, pass the rifle
+
+--instrumental break--
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Got to have hip hop music, can't live without it
+Niggas wanna see you without it, I wouldn't doubt it
+You better stay bout it, on to the break
+Face on fist, Wu-Gambino for life, you heard of Noodles
+East New York militant, ready to kill
+Still drop Universal Truth, when I build
+Make time stand still, in the reign of steel
+Blew breath in his body
+Tought her how to take aim, and cock shotty
+Soon the gates, spray the paves
+Rough cut Timberland stuff, kick your teeth
+Back in the days...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pass the Bone (rmx)[Intro: Masta Killa]
+
+*Inhales* Ahhhhh
+Ya niggas should have some of this shit right here boy
+This that good shit
+Yes yes ya'll. One two, one two...
+In a place to be...*coughs*
+Aiyyo *coughs*
+Aiyyo, check it check it check it *coughs*
+Check it out
+
+[Verse One: Masta Killa]
+I was feelin lovely, pocket full of dough
+A little drunk, reaction mad slow
+Thinkin Should I step to the motherland
+And and rep who? the Wu-Tang Clan
+Another thang, beyond the fam I wanted to get ripped
+Put my lips on a blunt tip
+It's been two weeks, since I last sparked
+Stepped in the grand resort
+Twenty-Five dollar fee, plus ID
+But a brother like me, Executive V.I.P. Word, took a bar seat
+Got a tall glass, of hennessy and peach
+Turned to my left, seen this chick she was slammin
+What ya do kid? I examined her
+Pushed up, tried to bag her for her name
+What happened? I didn't have the...
+Overwhelmed, by a scent in the air
+Could it be? Yes, yeah, haaa
+It was Startel the God Shamel
+He had a bone, a blunt of that ill shit
+I said pass the bone, pass the bone
+Pass the bone kid, pass the bone
+Passed it, took one pull I was blasted
+Felt kind of stimulated, fan-tastic
+We approached the weak cypher
+Did you surprise her? tranquilized her
+Bagged her, for her name and address
+Slid to the rest, acheived mad success...
+Ha Ha.........yeah
+[Chorus: Startel God Allah]
+We don't front, we run things
+It'll tell you one thing
+Run through town like stars
+Buy us broads, hottest cars
+We don't front, we run things
+It'll tell you one thing
+Run through town like stars
+Hottest bars, fuck them frauds
+
+[Verse Two: Masta Killa]
+Outside a nightclub
+Shorty grillin' with a mean mug
+Ain't showin no love it's all good
+I'm ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone
+Mmm, all I needed was a hydro bone
+And guess who came down the block stumblin' drunk
+I forget the brother name but he had some skunk
+Took out the blunt put the weed inside
+Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied
+Inhale, without pertaining to cough
+Exhale, you know like two pulls and off
+Stimulated kind of toxie but don't sleep
+You know we got drowt one shot with the heat
+So brothers be smokin that weed with the ?lite? but never me
+Just strictly the ganja
+?Since we mania?
+In ya area
+[Chorus: Startel God Allah]
+We don't front, we run things
+It'll tell you one thing
+Run through town like stars
+Buy us broads, hottest cars
+We don't front, we run things
+It'll tell you one thing
+Run through town like stars
+Hottest bars, fuck them fraudsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Love Spell (Unreleased O.G. mix)(Intro: singer)
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+And you can have anything
+Baby, if you roll with me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+(Masta Killa)
+Tell us, who is this refine black queen, eyes so innocent
+Vanilla cherry scented, can I get to know you?
+Let's exchange digits, slide, so we can pick it
+The night is almost over, here, but she know to the sofa
+Your place, or mines, she said "Mines'll be fine
+I rarely found the time to dine and unwind
+With working full time, you know, with school, partime
+Are you listening?" I said "Yes, love, I'm knowledging
+The ball game is on, kinda distracting my attention
+Not to ignore you, I didn't mean to bore
+Just thought I'd speak lessons, strive to listen more"
+My cheri amore, you make the heart skip a beating
+I miss your warm greeting, when we're not speaking
+How's L.A. for the weekend, sound?
+'Nuff deniro, shopping spree, Reserdero?
+Momma said never trust him, it's only logic
+I scope out every exit, and open and reposit
+(Chorus: singer)
+And you can have anything
+Baby, if you roll with me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+I choose the best, but for myself
+That makes you my queen
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+(Masta Killa)
+How beautiful is she, to have the God Degree ready
+Veggie stirred fried, with the cabbage inside
+Pretty feet, pretty hands, there she lie tanning
+Bending with the sand, I docked the yacht
+Stepped a shore, greeted the queen
+As only a king should, unvailed the hood
+Kneel as she stood, before me
+She spoke softly, but as, she stood naked
+With the bow-legged stance, so sexy
+Sweet temptation, look how the rain come down
+Your hormones pound, you moan with passion
+Uteris contracting, time for some action
+Cream rising, your breast at attention
+Who is the original man? Got your quoting
+Lookin' in the mirror, you ride, I hold it open
+Short long stroking to death... (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+(Chorus)
+(Masta Killa)
+And the drama stay major, I need a genie
+If you can hold away, then come and see me
+I'm guaranteed to make it rain, every spring but ahh
+I know you love me, even when you cursing me out
+Waited up til the candles burnt out
+Ahhh -- please forgive me, I'm out here scrapin'
+Drapin' niggas up, stackin' and takin'
+A whole lotta paper, it's gonna take years and years
+For me to express, the love elevation
+The hell we go through, gives me the motivation
+To get it right, makin' up at night
+It's all worth the aggrivation, black woman through you
+I'mma build me a nation, nation... Gods and Earths (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+(Chorus)
+(Outro: singer)
+I choose the best, but for myself
+That makes you my queen
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Lovin' you, it looks so sweet
+So sexy, and still discrete
+Lovin' you, it looks so sweet
+So sexy, and still discreteEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Queen (radio edit)[Intro: Masta Killa]
+Uh... sweetness.. beautiful queen
+Beautiful queen... beautiful queen, yeah
+
+[Hook: Curtis Mayfield "The Makings of You" sample]
+Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and
+A great big expression of happiness
+Boy, you couldn't miss..
+With a dozen roses, such will astound you
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction
+In passing, driven by a desire to know if she's taken
+I was askin', "Is your heart vacant?
+Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? Can we build?"
+Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me?
+Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise
+Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation
+Your mind flashed back to other shit you've been through
+Others left you questionable, what's acceptable?
+The first sight of this divine light might shy you
+Warm words melt the ice between us
+My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through
+
+[Chorus w/ hook: Masta Killa]
+Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice
+Kiss my hand before I roll my dice
+In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep
+It's just the simple thtings in life we do
+[Masta Killa]
+Watch the God as I'm shapin' and moldin' this planet I'm holdin'
+In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation
+Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene
+This is King toast Queen
+We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports
+Frank Emerge and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream
+Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name
+Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine
+Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing
+It's just nice-ness, the absence of confusion
+Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss
+Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home
+Maybe we can build and add on over the phone
+Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I'm wrong?
+Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness
+Excuse, I don't mean to intrude
+
+[Chorus w/ hook]
+[Masta Killa]
+Aight, yeah love
+See you treatment is royal, relax and uncoil
+You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love
+I rose in my whip with my wiz and thought
+It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu'
+To the melody, "Didn't I blow you mind?"
+Hit the spliffs slow, sit low, seat reclined
+In due time, every square inch will be mines
+She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine
+I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look
+Hair well groomed and thing
+Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match
+Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm
+Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth
+She asked for directions as if she was lost
+But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon
+In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon
+[Chorus w/ hook]
+[Allah Real]
+Didn't I blow your mind?
+Oh, didn't I blow your mind?
+Oh, didn't I blow your mind?
+Didn't I blow your mind?
+
+[Outro: Masta Killa]
+Beautiful queens, beautiful queens
+Beautiful queens, beautiful queensEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Silverbacks (radio edit)(Intro: Inspectah Deck)
+One, two, one, two, the High Chief
+Yeah... yo... so alone... baby
+
+(Inspectah Deck)
+I'm just lookin' out of the window
+Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow
+Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out
+Keepin' my head above water
+Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can)
+Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs
+Informer tip off, clips lick off
+The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off
+Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off
+Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out
+Work out in the yard up North, tryin' to burst out
+Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors
+Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors
+Wave the bigger tools, shoot out inside the school yard
+The game ain't' changed, niggas done made their own rules
+They buildin' plans, they pull a million dollar scam
+Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar bands
+The black market, labelled the movin' target
+Dwellin' in the heartless projects
+Evil eyes walkin', the BBS rims flossin'
+The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin'
+They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up
+They set me up to go up, the witness din't show up
+(Masta Killa)
+Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out
+Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
+Then all those who dare to oppose, were sent back
+Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw
+These silverback niggas eat their oatmeal raw
+Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body
+He killed Poppy, dusted in the lobby, toxy off shocky
+Cops be harassin' tryin' to stop cashin'
+The episodes pass, I flash back to guns
+And crack stashed in grass, you movin' savage
+Please warn him of his ways and actions
+Before I blast him
+Then the homicide was justified when I arrive
+Black tints on the glass with the stockin' cap mask
+It's all official, steel pistol style whip you, to the gristle
+While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle
+
+(GZA)
+I went from the slums of Hell to paradise in Heaven
+From a sling-shot to a wall of mac 11's
+I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverand
+We talked numbers and I told 'em, that mine was 7
+The total amount of hits, behind the collapsed building
+That had exploded in a frenzy of killings
+Bodies lay near tons of twisted metal
+Of a structure and atomic force, it leveled
+From the tale of the tape, the product failed in comparison
+The weight, the height, the reach, was not a year within
+Sight, the significant, difference was the ammo
+Wrecking y'all individuals and their man know
+Second by second, heat blazed through the night
+Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights
+The primary reason of mission for them spitting
+The firing kept hitting, them dust, they kept sipping
+But the informants x-rays gave off electrons
+Within a few next days, entire cess gone
+Prenticle percisions used to remove the eyelids
+Those responsible for my brothers with high bids
+Life in the hood is an award winning film
+Lived ut by savages who can't escape the realm
+A place where the young meet and greet with guns
+In the park they interrupt the pure innocent funEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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