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and fridge Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids I'ma go for your mids Here's a body blow for your ribs While you're clutching
track You can?t afford it stupid! [Tak] Somebody call for the doc quick He?s still on the street top He gotta freaking stain on my high top Reebok?s Snatched off
senses to feel me punch you in the face From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhymin Spittin
my writes? (my writes) What you know about what's weak, what's tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about niggaz frontin for
head from 9 blocks Keep my rhymes locked in a metal safe with time locks Waitin for a thief and we've been training for weeks By shootin pimples off a
us or put your shield down Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga [RZA] You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing I ought to punch
writes? (my writes) What you know about what's weak, what's tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about niggaz frontin for
or put your shield down Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga [RZA] You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing I ought to punch a
and stole a stove and fridge Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids I'm going for your mids Here's a body blow for your ribs While
it's hip hop It's good shit for rockin a crowd Where there ain't no space for mistakes allowed I feel proud if I'm leavin crowds cryin' for more This
