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Wherever I Go (Feat. Allah Real, Daddy-O, Division) – RZA

Lirik lagu: Wherever I Go (Feat. Allah Real, Daddy-O, Division)

[Intro: ShaCronz]
Yeah, uh, it’s dark outside
We still in the hood with this one, ya’ll
Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene
Huh? Ain’t no sun outside, never sunny where I’m from
Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yo

[ShaCronz]
Everyday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin’ to the late night
Takin’ risks, playin’ dice, screamin’ “We hate life!”
Gettin’ this money, but we want more
I see a lot of niggas beefin’, but they don’t want war
I heat targets, anything you sese, rob it, got beef like the meat market
I’m clappin’ captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants
I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret
They come through and finish drama after we start it
All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player
Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors
Got eight pair of sick ‘gators, five watches
Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player
My vision is deep the Division will creep
run up on you, start hittin’ your peeps
Nigga, we ain’t playin, our mission’s discreet
I’m clippin’ your peeps, have you missin’ for weeks
To let you know we ain’t playin’

[RZA]
Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil
I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto
My watch 80 G appraisal
Plus they drop 50 G’s for a RZA beat
Cherry wood, hid the receipts, presidential suites
Ice cold bottles of Cristy ’til my eyes misty
Complainin’ to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me
Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief
And got his ass directin’ traffic in the heat for a week

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[Freemurda]
Keep comin’ out your gums like loose teeth
You gonna take a 40 to the mouth and it ain’t no brewski
That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf
Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Lucies
Wanna shoot me? know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee
Ya’ll don’t wanna lose teeth
Comin’ all out of your face just like pimples
That thing comin’ out of my waist, gotta hit you
‘Cuz ya’ll niggas ain’t with it, better quit it
‘Til you catch one through that man dribblin’ on your fitted
That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap
Like the great Pun packin’ a Mac in the back of the Ac’
You could take one, not talkin’ bout a Ac’
I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what?

[Allah Real]
Wherever I go, I always stand tall
Wherever I go, I always stand tall

[Outro: Daddy-O (RZA)]
Yo, peace, yo, Bobby! What up?
(What up, O? What up fam?)
What up cousin, how you (nothin’ just trynna sling this shit)
What’s goin’ on (You know I made that drop good off, right?)
Oh, word? (Guaranteed, we made all this shit, man)
That’s what’s up, yo, but check this out
I got something new here for you, right here (what?)
Supposed to give me some lesson (Lesson?)
Yeah, lesson (what you talkin’ bout, nigga?)
Straight (know, how to what, cook the shit up, nigga?)
Nah, nah, Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture, Freedom..
It’s right here (son, what’s that all about, though, yo?)
Yo, God, it’s the new way of life, knowhatimsayin? It’s the truth
It’s the way it’s gonna set you free
I think you an intelligent brother, you should check this out
Youknowhatimsayin, Supreme Mathematics, youknowhatimsayin
Check this out, and let me know… (let’s see what you talkin’ about)
Youknowhatimsayin, I know you’ll respond good
This could take you to another level
(Now hold on, man, you an O.G., you trynna tell me you trynna read, man, nigga?)
Listen, brother, I’ve been readin’, man, without this man I wouldn’t be here right now
You know? (You know what, god? Youknowhatimean?
I’mma trust your word on this, I’mma pick this up, I’mma read this, aight
I’mma get back at you, if I can relate, we’ll relate
if not, you still gonna have those pounds for me though, right?!?)
Yeah, no doubt, but yo, right now, these the pounds right here, g
This is Math right here (yeah, it’s like that, for real, fam?)
For real (aight) aight, peace (Peace fam)
This nigga, talkin’ peace, man, this nigga’s the wildest’ nigga I know, yo!

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N.Y.C. Everything – RZA

Lirik lagu: N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby Digital:]
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside a bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as different song
Bob Digital instrumental, nothing’s indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid you liar
I’m the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver
A suicide mission you’re committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts ‘an
Archery, shots aimed at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet from here to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is dispicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me switch
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria’s Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green
Now-Y-C Everything, niggas who sling
Shaolin cats is thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting

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[Method Man:]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I’m supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathan, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathan
The Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up
If I can’t live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombay
Your bitch look like Strange’, look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
I’m like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
Cuz I’m not an easy lover
To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife
Ask my a-alikes, I’ve been crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,
only the strong gon’ survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, we’re now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can’t forget Bobby, if I did I’d feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain’t a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, we’re now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can’t forget Digi, if I did I’d feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain’t a sandwich without Miracle Whip

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Take Sword Pt. I (Feat. Beretta 9) – RZA

Lirik lagu: Take Sword Pt. I (Feat. Beretta 9)

[Intro: “Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang” sample]
“Take the sword”
“The sword?”
“Come on, give me the sword”
“Huh?”
“Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win”
“My lord, don’t be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques”
“Pick up the sword!”

[RZA:]
Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy
I’m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger
Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya
Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric
No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static
Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets
Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit
Super superior stamina, there’s a Clan of us
All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers
And leather Old Testament copies, I’ll probably
Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body
So there’s no return, so burn, baby, burn
My click fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby, learn
I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne
They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm
And slice ya fucking throat while you lay there in sperm
They related to the judge, to the case, to the germ
You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy
I”m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
I put your head in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Frickles and fragles, nigga, get too fragile
Pump the fuck up, my brain, is on Scrabble

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[Beretta 9:]
Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on
You wack MC’s, it’s duck season, the hunt is on
What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon
Thinking that you were the shit, nah, that’s once upon
I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip
Why even make you a song, and when you ain’t worth a skit
My niggas kill for the sum, and the’ll be cursed for the flick
Probably til midnight until, scheeming on pussy to split
And then we back like crack, nigga, take a swig of that
Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid
Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state
Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass
Sip sipping on the glass, now I’m dipping down the ave.

[Outro: “Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang” sample]
“Take the sword”
“The sword?”
“Come on, give me the sword”
“Huh?”
“Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win”
“My lord, don’t be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques”

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Grits (Feat. Allah Real, Masta Killa) – RZA

Lirik lagu: Grits (Feat. Allah Real, Masta Killa)

[Hook: Allah Real]
When I was small
We had nothing at all
We used to eat Grits, for dinner
It was pain
almost drive a man insane
what we could find for
to survive another day
but I said nah…

[RZA]
An old killa bee once hummed me a tune
Stay up at night, don’t sleep on ya moon
Four seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the room
Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoon
Old Earth in the kitchen, yell “it’s time to eat”
Across the foyer, ya hear the gather of stampeding feet
One pound box of sugar, and a stick of margarine
A hot pot of Grits got my family from starvin’
Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit’ the gravy
used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby
Steamy hot meal serve less than five minutes
Big silver pot, boilin’ water, salt in it
House full of brothers and sisters, the pop’s missin’
Pillsbury box on the stove in the kitchen

[Hook]

[Masta Killa]
Young shorties in my hood started hustlin’
Packin’ bags at the neighbourhood associate
Growin’ up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit
I’m too young, no jobs’d hire me legit
You walkin’ down the street with ya gun in ya hand
Drinkin, thinkin’ of a masterplan
Your Old Earth can’t afford what ya friends got
So you roll up to the spot, with ya thing ‘pon cock
And it seems worth the takin’, stomach achin’
Morning star Reggie makin’ go good with the Grits
Now let’s take it back for real
when we used to build at ghetto big wheels
with the shoppin’ cart wheels, and wood to nail the seat on
Girls skippin’ rope in the street
the Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet
Skelly chief, flippin’ baseball cards for keeps
Momma said it’s gettin’ late, and it’s time to come eat

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[Hook]

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