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rap niggaz get lynched\n\nSo yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck\nTell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck\nTo all you slow footed penguins, duckin' from these\nHot rocks that's flamin', charcoal broiled rap Damian's\nSpraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball sweat hard\nStrip bars, no bras, wet leotards\nIn the making, next album Blood On Chef's Apron\nKeep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen\nDiscovery Channel, cast the book of Daniel\nCoke blunts hot as a fuck, swatted bamboo\nHigh school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out\nOn the regular for robbin' a good nigga house\nRough cut raw dosage, the unexplainable\nHot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa\n\nHa ha ha ha, yo\nWhat you know about this, specialist armed dangerous\nHit you close range with this madness\nUnique design shine like a deep dish\nThe beat kick technique spit on your weak shit\nYes, the rhythm, the Rebel\nAlone in my level heated up past the boiling point of metal\nLiving legend, veteran 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Rival gangs is warring, blood steadily pouring\n  The streets are deep son, every day is like a rerun\n  So I reach out and try to teach one\n  But eighty-five percent uncivilized content\n  No tolerance so a lifetime is spent\n  Behind a cage, bent, smoked out on a park bench\n  Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched\n\n  So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck\n  Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck\n  To all you slow footed penguins, duckin' from these\n  Hot rocks that's flamin', charcoal broiled rap Damian's\n  Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball sweat hard\n  Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards\n  In the making, next album Blood On Chef's Apron\n  Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen\n  Discovery Channel, cast the book of Daniel\n  Coke blunts hot as a fuck, swatted bamboo\n  High school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out\n  On the regular for robbin' a good nigga house\n  Rough cut raw dosage, the unexplainable\n  Hot rock lava, gringo throw 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house\n[01:38.99] Rough cut raw doseage, the unexplainable\n[01:41.17] Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa\n[01:43.80] *sounds of fighting*\n[01:45.63] Verse Three: Inspectah Deck\n[01:45.91] Ha ha ha ha, yo\n[01:47.91] What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous\n[01:50.98] Hit you close range with this madness\n[01:52.80] Unique design shine like a deep dish\n[01:55.15] The beat kick technique spit on your weak shit\n[01:57.45] Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel\n[01:59.45] Alone in my level heated up past the boiling point of metal\n[02:02.35] Living legend, veteran known to set trend\n[02:04.78] Lethal weapon, step through your section\n[02:06.92] with the Force like Luke Skywalker\n[02:09.32] Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture\n[02:11.53] Live performer, bid the mic sayanora\n[02:14.08] Borderline to insane, I rain firewater\n[02:16.23] Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order\n[02:19.00] I got my sword cross your throat you joke\n[02:20.63] Verse Four: Method 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\"Die!\" *sounds of fighting are heard*\n\n  Verse One: Street Life\n\n  So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff\n  While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news\n  like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung\n  His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue\n  Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one\n  Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums\n  Where the shots echo, for twisted metal for cash flow\n  React slow nigga and get, P.L.O.\n  By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother\n  who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner\n  A new year is dawning, new crews is forming\n  Rival gangs is warring blood steadily pouring\n  The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun\n  So I reach out and try to teach one\n  But eighty-five percent uncivilized content\n  No tolerance so a lifetime is spent\n  behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench\n  Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched\n\n  *sounds of 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Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel\n  Alone in my level heated up past the boiling point of metal\n  Living legend, veteran known to set trend\n  Lethal weapon, step through your section\n  with the Force like Luke Skywalker\n  Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture\n  Live performer, bid the mic sayanora\n  Borderline to insane, I rain firewater\n  Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order\n  I got my sword cross your throat you joke\n\n  Verse Four: Method Man\n\n  We on the run with the golden guns, get you numb\n  when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns\n  Now I'm guilty by association\n  Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice\n  commence when I throw these darts at these rappers\n  Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your matress\n  Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in\n  Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction\n  blend like chameleon\n  All these niggaz want cheese, is we mice or men, word up\n  We can go platinum but then, still can't get no 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167540\n  end_ms: 169800\n- text: Blowin backs in\n  start_ms: 169800\n  end_ms: 170760\n- text: Cold-Blooded nine assassins, time for action, Johnny Unidas\n  start_ms: 170760\n  end_ms: 174070\n- text: Handle that like arthritis\n  start_ms: 174070\n  end_ms: 175610\n- text: Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas\n  start_ms: 175610\n  end_ms: 177680\n- text: '*swords clash*'\n  start_ms: 177680\n  end_ms: 178250\n- text: 'Verse Five: RZA'\n  start_ms: 178250\n  end_ms: 178510\n- text: Drowning problems in Heineken's imported from Holland\n  start_ms: 178510\n  end_ms: 180730\n- text: Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen, stone columns\n  start_ms: 180730\n  end_ms: 183410\n- text: get cracked by drum tracks smack loud as gun claps\n  start_ms: 183410\n  end_ms: 185970\n- text: Pin a crab to death with a thousand thumbtacks\n  start_ms: 185970\n  end_ms: 188690\n- text: The Wu centerfold, it be's the Wind Ninja scroll\n  start_ms: 188690\n  end_ms: 190490\n- text: Soul edged blade controls your inner pole\n  start_ms: 190490\n  end_ms: 192690\n- text: The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root\n  start_ms: 192690\n  end_ms: 194620\n- text: I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits\n  start_ms: 194620\n  end_ms: 197030\n- text: with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means\n  start_ms: 197030\n  end_ms: 199780\n- text: when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling\n  start_ms: 199780\n  end_ms: 202450\n- text: (\"Sometimes...\") Pushed through like George Bush Operation PUSH\n  start_ms: 202450\n  end_ms: 206740\n- text: Shots get popped on the block causing blood to gush\n  start_ms: 206740\n  end_ms: 207200\n- text: From digital to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue\n  start_ms: 207200\n  end_ms: 209090\n- text: My entourage squad we stompin through Zanzibar\n  start_ms: 209090\n  end_ms: 211220\n- text: like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow\n  start_ms: 211220\n  end_ms: 214080\n- text: Connect from Brook To Shao like the Verrazano Narrows\n  start_ms: 214080\n  end_ms: 215950\n- text: 'Verse Six: Raekwon the Chef'\n  start_ms: 215950\n  end_ms: 216120\n- text: Stashin cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleamo\n  start_ms: 216120\n  end_ms: 218410\n- text: Lex graffiti name Remo, hold em we rollin\n  start_ms: 218410\n  end_ms: 220920\n- text: askin me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo\n  start_ms: 220920\n  end_ms: 223590\n- text: Pussy that shit she passin off to me though\n  start_ms: 223590\n  end_ms: 225470\n- text: We wax Ajax niggaz with a axe, Maxamill\n  start_ms: 225470\n  end_ms: 227750\n- text: You could crash a mil, got you back still\n  start_ms: 227750\n  end_ms: 229840\n- text: scold em and fold em like they thousand dollar bills\n  start_ms: 229840\n  end_ms: 231410\n- text: sit back iron y'all niggaz out\n  start_ms: 231410\n  end_ms: 232850\n- text: Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out\n  start_ms: 232850\n  end_ms: 234700\n- text: Verb burgular, designer Wally shoe store reserver\n  start_ms: 234700\n  end_ms: 237380\n- text: Jet status, Guyanese bird up on my matress\n  start_ms: 237380\n  end_ms: 239460\n- text: Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion\n  start_ms: 239460\n  end_ms: 242880\n- text: Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick\n  start_ms: 242880\n  end_ms: 243740\n- text: Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name\n  start_ms: 243740\n  end_ms: 246580\n- text: Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one cham'\n  start_ms: 246580\n  end_ms: 249020\n- text: Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like\n  start_ms: 249020\n  end_ms: 251050\n- text: up on his Klondike, get your dart right\n  start_ms: 251050\n  end_ms: 253360\n- text: We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke\n  start_ms: 253360\n  end_ms: 255710\n- text: Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats\n  start_ms: 255710\n  end_ms: 258550\n- text: (\"Sometimes...\")\n  start_ms: 258550\n  end_ms: 259950\n- text: '*sounds of fighting*'\n  start_ms: 259950\n  end_ms: 261130\n- text: '\"May you rot in hell!\"'\n  start_ms: 261130\n  end_ms: 282680\n- text: '\"Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!\"'\n  start_ms: 282680\n  end_ms: 290040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 290040\nplain: |-\n  [\"The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again\n  There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang\"\n\n  \"Die!\" *sounds of fighting are heard*\n\n  Verse One: Street Life\n\n  So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff\n  While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news\n  like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung\n  His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue\n  Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one\n  Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums\n  Where the shots echo, for twisted metal for cash flow\n  React slow nigga and get, P.L.O.\n  By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother\n  who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner\n  A new year is dawning, new crews is forming\n  Rival gangs is warring blood steadily pouring\n  The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun\n  So I reach out and try to teach one\n  But eighty-five percent uncivilized content\n  No tolerance so a lifetime is spent\n  behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench\n  Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched\n\n  *sounds of fighting*\n\n  Verse Two: Ghostface Killah\n\n  So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck\n  Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck\n  To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these\n  hot rocks that's flamin, charcoal broiled rap Damian's\n  Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball sweat hard\n  Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards\n  in the making, next album Blood On Chef's Apron\n  Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen\n  Discovery Channel, catch the book of Daniel\n  Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo\n  high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out\n  on the regular for robbin a good nigga house\n  Rough cut raw doseage, the unexplainable\n  Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa\n\n  *sounds of fighting*\n\n  Verse Three: Inspectah Deck\n\n  Ha ha ha ha, yo\n  What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous\n  Hit you close range with this madness\n  Unique design shine like a deep dish\n  The beat kick technique spit on your weak shit\n  Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel\n  Alone in my level heated up past the boiling point of metal\n  Living legend, veteran known to set trend\n  Lethal weapon, step through your section\n  with the Force like Luke Skywalker\n  Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture\n  Live performer, bid the mic sayanora\n  Borderline to insane, I rain firewater\n  Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order\n  I got my sword cross your throat you joke\n\n  Verse Four: Method Man\n\n  We on the run with the golden guns, get you numb\n  when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns\n  Now I'm guilty by association\n  Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice\n  commence when I throw these darts at these rappers\n  Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your matress\n  Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in\n  Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction\n  blend like chameleon\n  All these niggaz want cheese, is we mice or men, word up\n  We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction\n  Once again, back on the block crumb snatchin\n  Blowin backs in\n  Cold-Blooded nine assassins, time for action, Johnny Unidas\n  Handle that like arthritis\n  Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas\n\n  *swords clash*\n\n  Verse Five: RZA\n\n  Drowning problems in Heineken's imported from Holland\n  Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen, stone columns\n  get cracked by drum tracks smack loud as gun claps\n  Pin a crab to death with a thousand thumbtacks\n  The Wu centerfold, it be's the Wind Ninja scroll\n  Soul edged blade controls your inner pole\n  The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root\n  I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits\n  with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means\n  when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling\n  (\"Sometimes...\") Pushed through like George Bush Operation PUSH\n  Shots get popped on the block causing blood to gush\n  From digital to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue\n  My entourage squad we stompin through Zanzibar\n  like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow\n  Connect from Brook To Shao like the Verrazano Narrows\n\n  Verse Six: Raekwon the Chef\n\n  Stashin cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleamo\n  Lex graffiti name Remo, hold em we rollin\n  askin me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo\n  Pussy that shit she passin off to me though\n  We wax Ajax niggaz with a axe, Maxamill\n  You could crash a mil, got you back still\n  scold em and fold em like they thousand dollar bills\n  sit back iron y'all niggaz out\n  Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out\n  Verb burgular, designer Wally shoe store reserver\n  Jet status, Guyanese bird up on my matress\n  Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion\n  Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick\n  Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name\n  Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one cham'\n  Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like\n  up on his Klondike, get your dart right\n  We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke\n  Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats\n\n  (\"Sometimes...\")\n  *sounds of fighting*\n\n  \"May you rot in hell!\"\n  \"Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!\"\n"}]