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Come on in (Come on in) (Come on, come on, come on in) You bitch ass niggas (Come on in, come on, come on, come on in) As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this - Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well, don't - with it Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long Make it brief, son, half short and twice strong No doubt, it took time searchin' eventually, it was prime urgent For you to examine the rhyme merchant Laced MCs with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until 20 thou', out the trunk Eight Diagram sword swinging, armor tank force RZA throw in the disc, but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven - of green Venue packed, a thousand white teens in tight jeans This Witty Unpredictable, shots are critical To analytical analogy, insurance policies Why? Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the - behind the ropes Too many dope - I see starvin' Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics, five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop him 25 flights A fugitive bass playin' rap czar Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this - Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well, don't - with it Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly What the - I marijuana, this - nasty Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin', lovin' The way these rhymes keep comin', at ya, splash ya Get your head piece fractured with killer cuts From the Shropshire Slasher, rip shit up Got this whole thing thing mastered, sho nuff An MC too good to be touched, John John Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush MC inferiorities, they froze up Ice-cold as we move on, saga unfold Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger Caught up in a cliffhanger, yo' INS Another code red, danger, bring out the vest Now it's tactical warfare, it's on here Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here Don't ever roam in the naked city Eight million stories, none pretty, bomb 'em with the Witty Unpredictable Conditionin' be critical Peace to Tang, gettin' high on your physical This next drink is a toast to your memory When I go, how many - gon' remember me? As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this - Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well, don't - with it
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones, Gary E. Grice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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