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[Cilvaringz:] Aiyo, Allah clapped us under, RZA know what's flaming Snake me off, with great thoughts, and the knowledge Which ya'll brought to bring forth I used to fight the cash alot, and crackle alot Jamel Irief cocked the 'volve, but it's the fiend who shot The wise eye is my tongue carved in a golden emblem Off the highest and works written, millions I fought the labyrim You see my kin bear my the scars of Nat King You mad seeing the plain wolf in Klan gear, myth 15 Fifty five, and stealth over blow it But he showed the love, his kin never showed, and so the Beez noticed Yes, America has lowered down the silver standards Home of the bandage, brutal, rebel, impressionists But see my sword of sin, fierce through the masters Breaking the seal of both, I roast, object the classics Allah sees son, I speak to guys two-for-me Like Dom P, son, I terrorize truthfully Now my bio, be long, A-bomb, and queen Esther Which ya'll pinned down in chapters, with my Mariam Webster Godding you, reclaim United States army loot And carving two in the rock, of Bob Marley truth Proof my foot, and stomping on the path of tyrants Strangling the pythons, with they eerie sounds of pipers We slither through the fields of Cyprus, and the center As defenders of the 36 Chambers, you wanna enter SongtexteLike Honolulu ninjas, like you and dog in Denmark We lamp in tent park, chessbox, playing harps With my equality, check a Wallabee shine, boo But look and do not touch, and Allah will be kind, true Merciful as always, moving a sore base To overthrow the palace, for God's king of my swordplay But be the weapon of design, mind, be kind And the foreplay will take place in South Sukai On a far misty mountain hill, ice be sharp For you to be, one with God, and able to shoot darts Cuz True Master pull strings on a flaming harp I fight theories that switch man with ape of God And when my lines pierce through mind, it's engraved in art It shall deliver all my people to the lathing arts, so, please Challenge among the ears of blissful gardens And fertile grounds for harvest, admist the starving on and Acknowledge this, cuz tolerance cramped like hours get Snuff literally, but they deprive the world oxygen At birth possibly, you were told improperly Raised to give praise, the stone image is monument We stray far from the path, in this document But surely Wu-Tang, will teach in all continents In all languages, we civilize the savages Like Bush capitalists, and rich by devils practices Aus Songtexte Mania