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Thats how I be likin my mic
You gotta know how to adjust that shit I came to the fork in the road and went straight Right out the crack vile to the Golden Gate See the silver spoon in my mouth it had cake My rap birth date debut song was ice bait Readit like a novel, Donna Cappa gone Strivin my duns be dollars and coins Whether in New York or Compton Californs I come correct twenty two outfits and a mic check One derby, Cappachino the great Sittin at the table where the gambinos ate Buildin Wu-Tang Clan concentrate Bounce on the track Donna crack it like a safe My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Killer bees got the best stee I drip through the faucet I never lost it Where the party at give me the mic and I'ma toss it Head crack talk back, verbal attack Side track you get japped with my lyric impact Snap outta that, Cappadonna seven sauna thirty three pirranha, chaos like iguana projects is rated x I flex and terminate Sex MC's is wet so I'm the right source to vex Endo mic buff, Willie on the mic when both hands are cuffed Whoever tried to make you fall off Call your dogs off Peace to everyday mutts livin with rut My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Killer bees got the best stee Killer bees got it lock D, got it lock D Dart specialist, new Cappadonna get treacherous I rock track like a neckalace Poppy wardrobe, singin like you never expected I'm on a mission, flippin What Wu-Tang Clan is the sword new addition Seek a recipe antidote poke G, ebony Sunz of Man and killer bee can't fold under pressure Respect The Abbott, Wu Orchestra, what fancy talk magic, wise up fly girls keep ya eyes up track terrorist kiss Deep in the hill Jack battle with Jill Talk boss, featurin words that kill My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free work hard WTZ Donna journalistic writin wizard(wizid) Protect my soul when the devil tried to get it Seen my goal and stuck with it Ever since a kid, early in a bid Doin things you never did All up in a staircase a scareface was lookin Wallet got tooken Free from the work release Donna kept bookin Brooklyn bound, with the sound hop the turnstiles fifty cents to kick it oh it's so wicked Wu-Tang is Wu York, hell up in the pyramid Tabernackles catch fire within the apple Tabernackles catch fire within the apple My slang is editorial explicit material Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow Feel me, Donna realty Set the black people free Set the black people free |
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| 3:14 |
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Artist: Cappadonna f/ Killa Bamz
Album: The Pillage Song: Pillage Typed by: OHHLA.com (Killa Bamz) Red dog Ebonese, half Gotti and Lebonese You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk Newport, five percent of New York, spray darts where you walk, cocoahead peers, throwin Shaolin spears Floatin through the Village, trapped in design to shine Pillage, war between the thug and the con As for the father reborn, castle in the mind Mind blind and captive, warfare be inner-active Bamz is savage hard to substitute Smoke the hydro root, in a casual suit I'm tryin to walk these dogs but I'ma dog myself Get my wealth for delf, hard rock crews is so-low Stagnate, thoughts of payin dues Gotta prop the holes in my suit, Bamz foot style is Shaolin Isle, spend Valentine in the cooler Get the CREAM dula, figures and dollars Stuck I make a thug holla, swarmin the bees who rock the Walla Po-Po lookin for collars, peep the whole scene Make it happen, Shaolin, dart clappin Prepare for this war we assassin, but now I'ma chill for a minute, smoke bones of hydronetic and get pathetic Sources is similar to full drum when we swarm Rock my red cape like Spawn Shaolin breathin in a hailstorm, teachers of Allah know it's best to quote the topics Shaolin trees from prophets, representin Shaolin We gonna die for this, so don't you never fail Like crews who soul miss, tamper doors open and your death wish, peepin analyst Bamz who got the mad new shit (Cappadonna) The pillage, the pillage, the pillage Oceanwide, Donna on the outside Cyanide, killa bee hive, homicide His side is gone, it's on, my uniform is Uno Acapella was take two, respect due No commercial I teach though, I reach those higher heights, mic to death, words of wisdom Words of a architect strike, hype is the crowd Down low is me, Bamz sugar free Check we radical dub, nightclub punish the club Attack hate runnin with love, better grub Dick em down easy, past sound, pass out Pass it around, grew up in The Tunnel Tracks against Wu rap debut, top article Spin it again, sign of the time rhyme Top of the line, bottom of the Pyramids Stretched in the alphabet, wet dust Moet, poet threat Evil cassette wreck shows, rip any set Direct approach coach a emcee, toast a emcee Don't provoke me, toast to me W-T-C Fade is still bushy, spot the best pussy Keep my gears flashin, ready for the action Fatal rap attraction, mic that rock the cradle Razor Sharp label, ferryboat Park Hill Gallo and the Sable Martin Luther King Islam Rodney King Two to four work release time in the bang Big guns lawyers dirty cops naked in the box Puerto Ricans, Africans, one Ox Bowl of rice Trump, poor people Plus meat that tastes lethal, we all not treated equal The bible, the thirty-six tribal Trials and tribulations, survival Drugs as my retardation, masturbation False identification, one nation Blood, mud, water, togetherness Terrorist, peace to all thug, Hennesey in the jug Box cutter under the rug, that'll cut your whole mug You bugged, kid, fuck off |
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| 4:00 |
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Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
at the drug site we hung tight three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks money gets low in the street yo tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes you know the flavor ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine summertime in the court house ??? shit whats mine two to four three to nine benatoned it what we all ran coke grams, you outta luck young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what we all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts nobody drop the trees or they fronts meet on the roof look off the front play low watch out for po-po thats how it go three in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gusto peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the logo run! if you ever got somethin on you son you best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects cease another vick, weed in your piss and parol gotsta have it slide like a rabbit move quick this is it hang jump from the fire escape, I made it drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bulets I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit one twentieth tried to knock my whole click run! these black boys that take none don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun run!... if you sell drugs to your dun run!... be the fuck out word god run hard Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh spys lookin at you one two lookin too how you roll what you stole let me see you nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew we gather in the plaza to jerk through three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave first one to peel, it's not real plant that as a matter of fact we crack em down us against brown,run fast like you ran track never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk crash, toss the heat and tear ass zig zag till you reach your stash run!...if you sell drugs to your dun run!...be the fuck out word to god run hard me and the god back to back one eighty five and the four five survive that shit niggas came even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot you got my man shot, nigga run we wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein in the bing and not smilin on the gate it's too late fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat coolin without the I.D., it's not me babylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun Run!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard |
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| 3:56 |
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Yo, break that dutch down
(Cappadonna) You and your man, y'all fucked up for real Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal I sling raps, like cracks on the street Attack, riot, rise above Smash y'all, trash y'all, show y'all love Thoughts are bright like a lightbulb Ice cold raps, you stroll Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity Your energy is too low to bite my slug You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on Your code too simple, you best to hold on Meet number three slang auxilary, and slang therapy Based upon a true story, throw darts Cut markers, straight duplicators, it's the terminator, Wu Killa Bee Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state What, play with the pussy and fuck Stuck with the poles forever, what Wu-Tang Forever, never sleep Lyrics that kill, murder one voice Chill or get dropped, your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap, I'm stuck on the map Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot Acid rain, a capell, wet you And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project Reject, with the mic check Set to be the son that set the place off Face off, my darts is loving you, cyanide made your piss smell like flouride Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard (Killa Bamz) Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence We live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for (Cappadonna) All I need, is ten big bags of weed Twenty-four acres of land so I could breathe Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon, throw darts at you if the heat's ever on Split you with the .45 caliber rap Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat Call 911, you still can't score You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war Yeah, you got heat but we got C4 Plus we got buildings that's watching your door Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad VGL, FMF, the Bam Squad Terrorize y'all from every direction Call up Hot 97 for protection Cappadonna, from the Wu-Tang Clan Spotted last night in the all black van Coming down the block with guns out the windows Licking shots off every time a wind blow My class come first, I'm first to represent Killa Bees linger in the air like incense Instant action, speed of a satellite, insight Sight snakes from afar Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar Project star, CD hackers Supreme rapper, with the baseball cap I attack fatal on the track (Killa Bamz) Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence That we live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for Yeah *6 gunshots, then the dropping of shells in the background* |
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| 3:24 |
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(repeating in background: "rock, the body body -- rock the body body"
(U-God) Dino the dart specialist Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing What? Check it The all eye seein, heavenly divine The truth brings out, the temper in my spine A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh) A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?) Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior America the grave for gun wavers (what?) The wave runners, what the blood seed again Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm) The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds with right timin, bite with vampire rhymes (Method Man) Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye Full metal street soldiers, born to die Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime niggaz can't be touched here, the true and livin Night vision unseen, like Jean when I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin to my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted by tracks that be Tru Mastered, opposites attract beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin T2 Judgment comin, nobody's safe when I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase when the coppers give chase, I give em finger The only hip-hop singer, to tell America to kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya from this major misbehavior, heavy hands layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill (Cappadonna) I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate Army tank, high rank, got the bank Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York to Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's To BJ's in the PJ's, equality days With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform shit like gangs in Now Born, check for new Don Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born ("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - repeat til fade |
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| 6. |
| 3:55 |
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Black solidarity day, arrest sentence
Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon High like my man cmon give me the fame His flame is so bright, open up your life Let me swim wiht your feelings I love yall to death get married to my song I prolong, nigga, my style is real strong Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school Blood pool kid with the low cut fade My darts is number one, playtime is over Black October, my debt still correct revised and updated from the old temple Big Pens is Tai Chi Head crack shit my brains is Jet Lee Put away your weapons its Master MC One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me <Chorus> Feet come first, sometimes not the head Some niggas eat, some dont get fed If you live by the sword you might die by the lead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Money comes first this time I cant dead You get what you get if you thinking with your dick MCF mean your thinking with your head Warp in the projects watch out for Ted Hearse get your first, too late, no paramed Dark Park Hill day, cold and sour Its only Staten Island that represent the power God body we stand, unite, kid, right With the excellent beam of light, so stand still Hold your breath, the late homicide hill Before the big gates, everything was chill SHAOLIN, its like Hurricane Kim SUUU, you better beware, we comin in Original, yeah its the kid from back then To all the pussy niggas that be tryin to pretend MCF killa bees, son what, you gotta problem Deja vu, 45 slug that escalates Dont perpetrate, hip hop is mine Find something else, words is dealt, quarterly In a orderly fashion, thrashin, black mamma javelins Travellin, once again dun, try to comprehend Catch a split end <Chorus> Im takin trips downtown, havin the shit go down Fresh niggas, fresh hats, sometimes I carry gats Low straps, baggy slacks, one forced the chain with the six gold caps I go for dolo, hear my LP style for solo Han Solo with his rap Star Wars goin on tours for the course whirlwind, record spin, walk forward, explorin The lime livin, plus thank heads forgivin But sue the ones that dont, Cappa's goin gold never sold my soul, twenty somethin years old Try for the globe, one time tastin the wine Teeth are dumb, deaf, and blind, have strength to go the whole length, for my two seeds, house these, Tooth fairies, February sanctuaries, child support court Days are too short, Im completin all my goals, stay amped up Be alert, secure the foundation, seek more education that money can never worth, head first, feet first, whatever the case MCF means fuck off kid, you outta place <Chorus> |
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| 2:02 |
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I know a lot of brothers that think that they can flow
But when I come through, it's like everybody's slow One kid told me he used to be a pro Until he bump heads with new Cappachino You might of seen my face in the old school arena Dipped like a fresh kid sipping on Pina I'm a felony, y'all cats a misdemeanor Eyeballing, all on my dick like Gina Smiling, you're not really ready for the Whylin' Came up strong but you scared of Staten Island All on my chest, oh the big fat medallion What you don't really want this here rut Rhyme ? 2 rhyme slut Battle wit dancehall king, you get struck by the lightning I tear mics up, y'all need to quit The name of this rhyme is I splashed the shit Some of y'all sing like never before I sleep all day while y'all trying to score Then I wake up like Alien 3 Coming at y'all niggas that stole the rhymes from me Bitch, this is how the poor got rich Lay on the track then insert the hit Nine months later, the rap world is pregnant Wu babies blow kid, beware the segment Rumor has it, Donna darts create magic Nobody in my team have it You've seen my face on a $20 dollar bill Then you hear my voice on an Iron Man reel It's all tragic, rule not the bull shit-atrics Your rap is swine, mines is like catfish Birthday rap style, come on make a wish |
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| 8. |
| 3:51 |
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(Cappadonna)
Tell Mel Shawn to come in and lose The Game Word, yo, one life to live It's on your head Just like my daughters That's my word! Polka dot Connection Shine just apostle (Ghostface) Yo, my whole body like a spoiler kid, draped in the latest hits Both hands, two glass cutters, cops'll alter this Cream of Wheat steez pushed back, we in a spaceship like the Jetsons, ashtray slide refreshments Automatic bubble yo, straight off the Benz Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera Blow fish the movie's over, die with a slow kiss Tongue kiss the neck and it's, mucus from a locust Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby The white Puma's go with the X I multiply yo (Cappadonna) Word on block is that half the King Killer Beez rap's under seige, Guyanese guns I got European funds, my ice don't melt Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod and my staff, I pray like this I break mics in half, shit realism Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off or get laid off, I spray New York I'm an angel, at war with the rappers Good black women sleep over at Cappa's I fall into it, Mr. September Rock my long FUBU shirt in the winter I respect my kind, plus pack a nine Daytime outfit superb outlet Staten Isle in effect, y'all in the manor If you can feel Don down it Atlanta I'm a poet, my work is never done Law of Park Hill, my mic is stage one Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30 Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty Somethin precise, hold back the pressure My unit too nice, you only got one life to live, think twice (Think twice think twice twice twice twice) (Ghostface) Yo, aiyyo we swingle, make moves, PJ out the window Flamingo, Santa Domingo, let's Kringle Bruce Wayne diggin graveyard rocks and swingin multimillions, rap pavillion stay G'in (Cappadonna) This year, we throw darts in the air To let y'all know this shit is severe Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na, Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na (Ghostface) Dove nice Mary Jane bitches Bud Light Co-production I spoke to Christ, shoes were light Statueheads all up in my lab like mad Empty bags are lyin in the yard, welfare Dead weight yo, cables that clamp around the neck Sucrets fast Corvettes, tecs on my rest Sabotage, rap motor large, Mickey caught a charge Credit card scam, when he couldn't rock the Wu skull Fuck yeah, televise the shit on Fox Big Ghost'll grab the jim and un-fasten your box' You're allergic to the fungus on Earth, Killer Bee Headquarters is work, Khadafi body in his turf Yo, shame on, all y'all niggaz on some Baywatch shit Soundin like me, suckin my dick Pretty Tone, long live the great Cappadon Cappadon... (Cappadon) ... as I get it on I'ma take time to wait for y'all niggaz to stop It ain't enough room for y'all cats to sound chop In a class by myself I hold the foundation Face to face, I make my affiliation short and brief, I make out with the looseleaf In the struggle, ten years after the beef I choose to come forth then pronounce my sin if it's not the felonies or the color of my skin I'ma keep switchin my gear, again and again From the trainin camp I drive past V.I.N. It be Wu-Wear for life, my team is top billin More sacrifices, create better livin My darts came to save the world like Blue Ribbon Protect seeds, and protect black women Raised in the Pillage right now we just driftin Ferry boat niggaz make a whole lotta difference Drama, if you slackin up in the business Godly from the Group Home always got biscuits Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na (repeat 4X) |
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| 3:45 |
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(Cappadonna)
Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW One culture, return of the track slasher Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster Strivin for perfection, the only way I got my life back was through investin, devotion Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle then I speak out, because we all need the guidance Deep down inside us where you could define science My mother told me, when I was so stressed out "All you gotta do is just put your best out" and I did it, milky Milk this cow (2X) Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! Chorus: Method Man Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art Don't gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts Danger Zone nigga, Cappadonna You know the stee' potnah, Wu-Tang death before dishonor - what? (Cappadonna) Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells Seen brothers that fell when I slipped I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance I flow persistance, every time I step up, I rip reps up Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit it feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe But y'all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft while I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! (repeat 2X) Chorus Milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! (repeat 2X) Chorus (Method Man) Bad birds that fuck nerds! *inhaling* Hah! *inhaling* Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers! The swarm continues, Wu-Tang Killer Beez Cappadonna Cappucino, the Donna-mite Came to treat your earpiece right Y'all better recognize and realize Hot Nixon, playin my position, bitch! *gunfight* |
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| 2:52 |
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Rzarector in the shadow
Tru Master in the shadow Golden Arms in the shadow 12 O'clock in the shadow Verse 1: Crushed off the bag of dope, I felt pity My cold thoughts evole around New York City Evidence ?sir?, in the tunnel where the train enter Be the gat from the old time, 86 crime, opposites attract My electrical shine, ?ok? polly see me downtown 2 blue cops wit Rollie Fingers We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows My rap shot's hot but suppose you get Caught up in the mix, a ?non fix? of convicts Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit 2 face, they cliques be getting rubbed like vicks Right off the dirty water, south of the border Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it Travel wit the rich, politic Put your money on my dick Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy Park Hill, Staten Island seal Rock the real to real, we ?high hill deep? Creep, sweep beats off they feet Teach in the cracks of the street My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat South of the border Shaolin in the shadow Medina in the shadow The Emerald City in the shadow Verse 2: Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound Splash you, I'm still the best in town Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent More time is spent wise Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs Too much french fries, not enough shake Rza blow orchestra earthquake No set date Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake Industries bug out Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South South of the Border |
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| 4:00 |
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Park Hill
Staten Island, New York City Check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Maryland, check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Toronto, check for nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga You see me Uptown, yo you see me Uptown last night With my new Nike's, satellite gold as hell I stroll well, I protect with the most Respected mic check, cassette full of life High technology, Gortek intellect Good for a million, one dart project Kid I nurse this rap shit, textbook monitor Merge just like traffic, dick deserve an encore One of a kind, Pro-Line hydro head Hold a verse like a Wisdom, smack tracks on her ass Quick competition, got you in a smash Diamond thoughts, bite down on your ear I fear none, Dolemite strike three time Award mic fuck crazy vagina Born first to rock fifty, S.I. New York City Slang Nitty, check for me badly Manditory for me to keep fuckin y'all head up The one man news team fast like a photographer Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in D.C., check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Ohio, check for a nigga If you in Toronto, check for a nigga, check for a nigga Straight from the heritage, public announcers Ounces of darts, he fucked you over I stole ya heart, so just in case You forgot about the face, flash that camera At the all-time great, slight paranoid Fuck toys consistent, fluent slang pediment It's the magnificent, first album Hot tracks on the sipper, low flame deliver Defense like a Giant, it's the Son of Pslam giver Masterpiece in the making, Asian African Egyptian Jamaican Swordplay from the deep isolation, whattup cousin? Have a drink on the house, I blow mics out This man is on fire, fully developed Dance with the organizer, chance me Tap into my Wu pedigree, numba three chamber Second in the cut, it's the Black Lone Ranger Cat in the Hat, fresh clothes on the hanger The Last Man Standing with the vest and the banger Desperate to delegate, peep me on the Magnavox Channel Fox, telecommunicate Match money like socks, summertime style Thunderstorm, vocabulary anonymous Kid extra Caligula, poetry in particular Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Virginia, check for a nigga If you in Manhattan, check for a nigga If you in D.C., check for a nigga If you in Georgia, check for a nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga Outfits forever New Cappadonna, blue is my quaintness I'm a maintenance in this rap shit, politics Spit the graphic mix it up nice spent Twist me in the city, elegance walk My style Don Hard Juan, Passenger 57 In Jackson 10, A Soldier and a Gentleman Calm and hyper, deadly spokesperson Smooth like a tiger, inquiring minds Design arts and crafts, used to play the field On the rap, drafted the devil Bass and treble, worldwide baritone Judge wise on the throne, wild like sober lyrics Splash out my dome, uncontrollable Staten Island untold feel it across the globe I expand, Cappa the man, head low Eyes red like a Wu suit, do it right Sixty My stee' mary alley, follow my lead Not my language it's dangerous, pitbull fightin A war, hardcore C-4 with the words kid Better branches, turn your head twice One life, still gettin it right, then yo Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga If you in Brooklyn check for a nigga If you in Manhattan check for a nigga If you in Queens, check for a nigga If you in the Bronx then check for a nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga Check for a nigga If you in the Woods, check for a nigga Check for a nigga If you in the Garbage, check for a nigga Check for a nigga |
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| 3:10 |
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(Raekwon the Chef)
Let's get it on Kokomo John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird Yeah Another Persian legacy (Method) The Iron Lung (Raekwon the Chef) Yo yeah Yeah, yo, yo Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle sword rockin halibut steak we choppin Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden (Method Man) I dig my life experiences, wrap it up in twelve inches, keepin my defenses Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches In the ghetto servin life sentence Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat in Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin Once again plot thicken, and you succumb to the will of the slum bite your tongue Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one Guilty by association, stank bitch wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass Let them players flash, and trick on they cash on your funky ass I only buy shit that last A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti Head heavy, with deadly medleys (Cappadonna) I opened up my rap bible, then the light came over the children, as it began to rain I started buildin, spoke many times before but didn't score, my reading was poor Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish and approach all hominyms, shit in your brain Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what? Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real Peace out bro ... (Method Man) Tical Eyes as diamonds, time again Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen Give it to em raw, give it to em raw down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof Meth-Tical mad, god damn! Hahahaha, right Motherfuckers |
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| 3:12 |
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Intro/Chorus: Blue Raspberry
You left me here, alone, with a shine Our hearts were strong, but I couldn't find my world alone, how could I break my home Still I doubted you, and still your strength enchanted me, you was the father to my child and a man to me, now I'm sung of strong hearts Run free, run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts [Cappadonna] Girlfriend, what you did was wrong Even though the love was strong, you moved on Never had faith in the Don, you was safe with the Don, and then you walked out A broken house, a broken heart Cry for my dart, we had a plan We was woman and man, the hourglass held the sand, I held you like contraband But you didn't understand when the four devils came inside of your life that night We argued and fight, you knew it wasn't right Fucked up our life, my thoughts come stronger Every ounce, it's not my fault that you wanted to bounce, now you tellin me that you cleaned up your act, beep me everytime but I never call back, that's how I felt when you was makin me crack Me leave wifey for you?? I'm crying I'm crying Chorus [Blue Raspberry] Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free... |
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| 14. |
| 3:49 |
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(Cappadonna)
All in the club like what? Rugged dressed up Hair messed up, gold on my neck Don't sweat y'all show respect Poppa on the set Death threat, I come a long stretch you can bet Love is love, for real for real Feel what you feel Park Hill 1-0-3-0-4 Rock caps til you can't take no more, it's war Prepare for darts, martial arts Let me shine keep me and mine, Son of Song took too long, back throwin darts, without remorse Dart holocaust, slang boss Remain top hip-hop, drop you to your knees for these Big CD's, you heard it through the grapevine Killer Beez Chorus: Rhyme Recca Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on everything, cause everything ain't always everything, and everything that you see ain't reality, they just illusions (repeat 2X) (Cappadonna) Face to face I break bread everytime In the world I hold mine, play it Now check it, see if you can comprehend these crossover rappers that lost they origin Run from the Wu this time it's more trouble I'm comin for the wreck so y'all could never bubble Never concerned about rabbits, after my cabbage Cherryheads, and parrots won't live in the barracks, we Don Hoe Buckwild with the flow, how we do Timbo's and full boot, vocabulary pitfall Fuck all, more clothes than the mall Let's brawl Wu-Tang broke radio laws, the opposite of mines is yours, from sea shores to bankrupt I conduct, erupt like Holyfield Third seal, third chamber's from the hood Branch out, and everytime you see Don I'm up to no good... motherfucker Splash that Chorus (Cappadonna) I'm all alone, I feel trouble in the street City heats, ghetto beefs, trick or treat Call Chief, mad beef with MC's Entity, Killer Beez one machine Intervene, on scene self esteem We gleam at night, it seems like we too hype, hop y'all like checkers Projectors, we break laws, get yours We break jaws reunite, we upright It's alright, out of sight, out of mind It take time I develop, heads swell up Shut the hell up, add on, you been warned Mics get torn in half, I drop math Don't laugh, a bloodbath with this here Rap Shakespeare, beware, Donna-mite Brown skin with the satellite, I represent Buckwild and Street Life like two cent For real, for real Love is love, for real, for real *overlaps chorus* Chorus (Kung-Fu movie sample) The other killers, have already shown up Now it'll be your turn, to die too |
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| 3:37 |
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(Killa Bamz)
Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeah Darts of armored warfare, Deep the rhyme Caprice Deep in levels, alibi havin rebel could play this competition for pounds in the state of permission Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz You want defense, man to man, location Shaolin New York It ain't nuthin to talk or walk Get dark son, economic times to fault Style is mangohead stagnated from soft What the fuck you thought, we was given support? Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs Holdin dart guns in palms One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam Uhh, yeah, what pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit (Tekitha) Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya is the one to seek philosophy in crutches You disbelieve, in the T Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit (Cappadonna) Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close but can't come straight; I branch out Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons that'll rain on your gang, you're too plain My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets W-T-C, leaky leak Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape Deep thoughter, out of order, off Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin Eyes like lills, mescaline pills Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration Pillage Incorporated, first place A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses Cheat on producers, men go working Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n Internal lyrics, expose the profane Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit |
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| 4:13 |
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[Cappadonna]
Ahh... the outdoors, the fresh outdoors Word up, it's a beautiful day Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD Aiyyo Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid Dipped everyday my style is po-lit' I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast for that wack ass MC, talkin all the shit I know we can't wait just to get his wig split It's war with the Gods this year, represent The bitch-ass niggaz keep tryin to repent But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive we gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive y'all comin with us, we live on the other side of the chart, where your mother met Poppa Wu... Chorus: Tekitha Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets Black boyyeeee, no more suffering Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy [Cappadonna] After the tour I came back for more Comin correctly, just like before Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate in the rec room regulatin with Osirus Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts Minds on lease like expensive imports Elevate the seed, no lust or greed Livin life long time may continue to breed Never gettin caught up inside the agencies for ten long years, but I paid my fee Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C. Back me down these streets are still ill From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill Pack with the beef cause niggaz won't chill Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill in the projects where my man got killed Chorus [Cappadonna] Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man When the world go around these things start to happen Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitchin Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin That's how I'm plannin, blow up like a cannon Pull my man in, hit y'all again Now I make sense, we do this for the rent Build with intelligence break your defense No hesitation, time gets spent Some fall victim, others get bent Some recognize, real niggaz represent I can't never stop til my heart is content Puttin in the work til I feel confidant Blast out darts in the Wu basement Chorus 2X [Kung-Fu movie sample] Hahahahahahahaha Don't you know the underworld? There's no friendship party here No meeting You can come, but you can't leave Move! Let no one live.. *sounds of fighting* |
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