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Cappadonna
Cappadonna
Stimme und Gesang
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
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Method Man
Method Man
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Raekwon
Raekwon
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Ronald Bean
Ronald Bean
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Corey Woods
Corey Woods
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Jason Richard Hunter
Jason Richard Hunter
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Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
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Darryl Hill
Darryl Hill
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Robert Fitzgerald Diggs
Robert Fitzgerald Diggs
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Mathematics
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The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control If properly mastered One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets Ultimately, one becomes invincible I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique Flying fist Right Chef-sharpened blade It's got fearsome strength You bastard Oh, shit My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi Copping too much shit for the wiz Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's Shoot big for the stars who layin' down And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food It's a small thing, you an offspring Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king You heard me? I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early Like that, get it right and exact Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax Allah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path I charge 2K every bar and a half Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune Respect for select few, the rest is F you Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc See me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty Other eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready My name hold weight on the block, all heavy As a father, I figured y'all popped already Got shot already, I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried Rollie on the watch all presi' My drive to the top Andretti And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti Suckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli The script on the pot, not reggie We cop, but the cops know this 12 play is not R. Kelly Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary See, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary Your Iron Lung technique is unmatched It's top-notch It's incredible It's unbeatable Right Beware the Iron Lung There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from Right, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style Forgive me, master Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers All my gators get money and hustle a lot If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect Niggas go hard, so protect your neck Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype) Poppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits My whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing I be outside and y'all be so fronting Try to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function Stop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my - Your technique is second to none Right That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style Quite impressive Right, now witness my Shaolin sword style Splendid Clan and Mathematics We do it for everybody, even the maggots
Writer(s): Robert Diggs, Ronald Bean, Jason Hunter, Corey Woods, Darryl Hill, Candi Lindsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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