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right pissed post aside, those knobs who say we only use 10% of our brain are talking shit. we use all of our brain, whether concoiously or not. if we didnt use it. it wouldn't be there. |
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OH FUCK I HEAR SOME REALLY GOOD SHIT NOW LIKE GZA LIKE POETRY |
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ITS BEEN ALONG TIME |
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are you depressed? |
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i didnt mean that in a vindictive way btw |
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OF COURSE |
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drink/drugs don't help. no serious, |
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[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae [Ghf] Check it out y'all [Nas] It's the science [Ghf] Fly wonderful [Rae] Yeah y'all [Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds [Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean [Ghf] Word up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken [Ghf] Word to the wise [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front [Ghf] All types of shit, yo son [Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Nas] Tell em it's on right? [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Do it to em baby Verse One: Nas Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates In the building niggaz building, like little children starin Them |
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[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae [Ghf] Check it out y'all [Nas] It's the science [Ghf] Fly wonderful [Rae] Yeah y'all [Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds [Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean [Ghf] Word up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken [Ghf] Word to the wise [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front [Ghf] All types of shit, yo son [Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Nas] Tell em it's on right? [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Do it to em baby Verse One: Nas Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates In the building niggaz building, like little children starin Them |
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little children starin Them older niggaz aint carin Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour Gun wars my crew phantom like swords Verse Three: Ghostface Killer With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks yo I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine And what the fuck is you looking at? By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial You told your boo you was whylin Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!" Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit |
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that Nas verse is the best piece of rappin hip hoppery ever, its obscenely good |
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little children starin Them older niggaz aint carin Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour Gun wars my crew phantom like swords Verse Three: Ghostface Killer With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks yo I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine And what the fuck is you looking at? By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial You told your boo you was whylin Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!" Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit |
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OK LAST [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front [Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement |
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WORD UP |
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seriously though go to bed |
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NO DANN |
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ICE CREAM MAN IS COMING !!! |
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WATSH THEESE RAP NIGGERS GET ALLIN YOR GUTS |
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HAHA ICE CREAM NIGGERS ALL WANT HERE TITIS SUCKED |
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And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides And a dark wind blows The government is corrupt And we're on so many drugs With the radio on and the curtains drawn We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine And the machine is bleeding to death The sun has fallen down And the billboards are all leering And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles It went like this The buildings tumbled in on themselves Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair The skyline was beautiful on fire All twisted metal stretching upwards Everything washed in a thin orange haze I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful.. These are truly the last days" You grabbed my hand and we fell into it Like a daydream or a fever We woke up one morning and fell a little further down For sure it's the valley of death I open up my wallet And it's full of blood |
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i think i'm gonna get that tattooed on my back |
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I THINK YOU DONT KNOW YOUR RAP MAN |
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NO I WONT DANN |
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are you ok |
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OF COURSE |
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I XTEN ARE YOU MY MOTHER ? |
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I X_TEN ARE YOU MY MOTHER ? |
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a_x_ion,no |
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HAHA ONE LOVE TO ME |
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THE GZA THE RZA |
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go to bed |
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no |
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i will do the opposite what you will tell with me |
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go to bed |
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