songs/wutang/Masta Killa.txt

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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?
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Intro (Loyalty Is Royalty)
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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
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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
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Outro (Loyalty Is Royalty)
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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