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  • Winter Warz
    It's on..
    [Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid?
    Ryzarector..
    
    [Break Raekwon the Chef]
    Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door
    Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
    Yes the hour's four, I told you before
    Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
    
    [Verse One U-God]
    This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
    Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
    Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
    Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
    It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
    Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
    Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
    Gun POW to the dome
    And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
    By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
    One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts
    Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched
    And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical
    Cords, dope swords, five star general
    Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
    Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm
    
    [Break (first two lines)]
    
    [Verse Two Ghostface Killah]
    More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
    I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
    Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
    Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
    You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
    My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
    Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
    With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
    So sit back and let the king explore
    Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
    And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
    With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
    Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
    You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
    Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
    A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
    My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
    Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster
    
    [Break]
    
    [Verse Three Masta Killa]
    Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
    That fills more body bags than aparents in projects
    And as far as the coroners know
    The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
    Put on by my family brought to the academy
    of the Wu and learned how to
    fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
    Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
    MC's submit to the will as I kill your
    juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
    Devils worship this like an icon
    Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python
    
    [Break]
    
    [Verse Four Cappadonna]
    You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
    for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
    Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
    Extravangza, time sits still
    No propoganda, be wary of the skill
    As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
    Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
    Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
    CD massacre, murder to cassette
    I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
    One man ran, tryin to get away from it
    Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
    into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
    Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
    Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
    You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
    Nowhere to go except next show bro
    Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
    in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
    All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
    Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
    Every other day my whole dress code switch
    So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
    All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
    Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
    Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
    I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
    See my face on the twenty dollar bill
    Cas

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