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[Intro: Dom PaChino (Lord Superb)]
It`s like everything I think about I jot down (That`s right!) My week.. distorted Yo.. come on man! (Aiyo) Ya fuckin` wit the Terrorist now (It`s him) Falling Down on the trizack (It`s P.R.) `Bout to get ya back Yo aiyo yo.. (The Wu is back.. The Arm`, the Team, yo yo) [Dom PaChino] It`s like everything I think about I jot down My week distorted, combust and cause a glide sound To say the least, my best is yet to come Every since the tender age of young, never thought to be a vete-ran Veteran makin` niggaz run, still trapped in the slums Jums under my tongue, razor blade in my gums Thought he was real but he sung like the bitch-ass I thought he was from his first impression He had a weed session, but he need lessons Plus he need life, he dealin` with death Suckin` on his last breath, like a pacifier Thugs for hire, fake thugs expire Tried to call me a liar, but the truth is in the cypher Like the proof is in the Port and niggaz in the hooded Actin` like Dwight Gooden, insane hoodlums Domination, elected in the hoods, inaugeration Thoughts be racin, facin` the fear like NARC`s erasin` Stationed in an undisclosed location Keep food for thought, plus keep the thoughts in activation (Wu!) My eyes chinky like an Asian Blazin` radio stations `cross the nation Remain patient, plus ready like rotation Poker face durin` interrogation Know what you facin`, like a bad situation Niggaz become erased when the God demonstrates his skill, beyond a record deal Checkered steel specs with icy fronts in the grill A neckless is reckless, respect explicit next shit Hangin` out the Coupe like ya should`ve expected it The Terrorist, on this mic piece, I disconnected it Hang that shit up, son! [Interlude: Lord Superb] Emperbalism, come on! Yo.. get that shit together. Get that shit together. Aiyo aiyo.. it`s crazy Yo yo yo. [Lord Superb] Jumped out the Hooptie, caked up experience Like "Who wanna battle?" Say ya words, don`t play with Perb Verbs is murder, emergency, words is water Battle for ice, MC`s I will freeze ya career! Torture, first enflamed, Rakim taught ya Then Kane, then it was the Wu/Biggie/Nas era Ghost the protege, who holds life, we be the best MC`s to bring these niggaz to a close. [Outro: Lord Superb] Holla! We big.. aiyo. Aiyo Dom! We back! Get my rhyme book! I got another dart.. for the next piece It don`t matter.. who want it? {*echoes*} They don`t make it. Oh.. I thought so. Wu.. Tang.. we back! "I got the music with me.. yeeeeeah! yeeeah!" - sampled singer (x2)
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