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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Vocals
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
U-God
U-God
Vocals
Cappadonna
Cappadonna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DeVon Harris
DeVon Harris
Songwriter
Darryl Hill
Darryl Hill
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Derrick Harris
Derrick Harris
Songwriter
Jason S. Hunter
Jason S. Hunter
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Mixing Engineer
True Master
True Master
Producer

Lyrics

Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit, son Right that's my word Guaranteed you're dealin' with the invincible That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time Check the science of the black man Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer Rocky road roll dark greener Cream fade mas, name your God Ukarema Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine The Longines, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina Bust a shot, seen her, it ricocheted, tapped Tina Now I'm out, lampin' in Korea with Talima We moseyin', sweatsuit Adidas, best believe I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino Yo, Bobby Robby, whattup, Max tried to follow me Sadaam loungin', clean up collect, like the laundry It's time yo swerve like the Nike line Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her Statuary yo floatin' that snatch-uary Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch Yo, this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements Are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs Parasites, double edge dice your larynx My hip-hop, swarmin' team locked inside the detox Under key flock, it's like B-block and E-glocks You're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail I strike the cypher and let one survive to tell the tale Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes Knock 'em off like the big eights for takin' up space Never did fear 'em, stick 'em with the truth serum Who sent 'em, arrest 'em before my charge is ended Designated hitter flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be self lord and master I be the Ironside, get touched with the chloride Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide Shaolin hillside, full of homicides Fuck you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh It sound far fetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest Brute force bullet hole straight through your chorus Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut A can of ass whoopin' flurry shake, break you fucks Struck, love crooks, why for lyin' hooks Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book This death bent doctrine, paper for the youth What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights Fast life, females are trife, stay tight I detect that parasite, satellite RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows My slang sound write secretary type Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man Workin' hard for the grand, I understand clear Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack Wu article CappaFive, CD attack But my talk stage live killa beehive Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts Check out my arts, when I release my smarts Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts
Writer(s): Darryl Robert Hill, Lamont Hawkins, Corey Woods, Derrick R. L. Harris, Russell T. Jones, Jason S. Hunter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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