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Think Differently
Wu-Tang Clan feat. Casual, Roc Marciano, Tragedy Khadafi, Vordul Mega
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Gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer
I live on the block where dudes bust they knocks
Right on top of the car they crush they rocks
Niggas hop my fence to run from cops
Shit I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggas do
Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence
You only been involved in domestic violence, nigga
I chase Remi's with Long Islands
Catch us in the club, doing 'em wrong, wildin'
Microphone marvelous, Marvin Haglar
It's obvious, in the lobby, suave, we dress where the party is
Round trip flight to LaGuardia
No bodyguards when we walk through the audience
Dolo, with more dough to blow though
Fo' sho' though, slide one deep in the fo' do'
Cold though, catch me rockin' a Lisa Lobo
Bump yo' ho and won't pause for the photo
And the Pope can't save your soul, what I unfold
Is written in gold, hieroglyphic Egyptian scroll
Streets I've been in, from the beginning I'm a legend
Never flee up from my enemies, shots I'm sendin'
Musical martyr like John Lennon, from the beginning
Spit with a vengeance, semi-automatic weapon reppin'
Comstock, warlock, like David Geffen
Blowin' ox, like oxygen, out of my nostrils
Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die too
Gorgeous divas, blowin' they heaters down the ride to the
Ends of the earth, through hell, water and fire
Queens messiah, camouflage black attire
Magnum opus, top five dead or alive
The feds focus my militants, swerve in the Lotus
Mossberg in the hostess, I write it then release it
Then I bless the street, giving birth to soldiers
Rose gold King Tut piece, flooded with boulders
I praise Allah, makin' salat, facin' the east
This is for the black and white babies starvin' to eat
Think differently
Poverty stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kickin'
Blind visions from the mind's wisdom in this crime religion
Niggas listen, what I'm spittin' is hard as prison benches
In the trenches, grim intentions, twin Doberman pinschers
Leather trenches, lead drenches for bread endless
Gats eleven inches, your neck slitted, your head spinnage
The epidemic will spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's just business, no disrespect intended
To he who feel offended, a beat down cannot be prevented
Begin it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee fitted
Swish three, Lee Haney niggas, squeeze three eighty triggers
Used to fuck my babysitters, now I whip Mercedes Benzes
I stand alone cause I'm grown, don't need to crush the walk
No gang love or support of any sort, when I'm in New York
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo got a do-ro, word to Joe Mo'
The kid in the Polo got the world on the yo-yo
Your Happy Meal skills is still no frills
Cook krills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel
Oil wipin' meals, your hospital bill
Blood from your nostril spills, not lookin' well
When I lick off shots the hostages yell
Chop the frail like ox tail, your optics swell
Ninjas with blades raised from jungles with wolves
In hoods, where hammers bark and the ten'll spark
Police on radar so we stay fogged up
Puffin' blunts, sippin' Goose and damaged gods
Damn it's hard, but still we get by like rhinos
Ones that peel, crucified on the earth with guns and nails
Nine inches hurt, I caught stitches, build
With Gods on tracks, sufferin' visible scars
It's hard to relax, ready to spaz
No weed, thirst for cash, time's movin' fast
We like cheetahs with masks, lightin' cheeba and hash
Tryin' to balance the steps, screamin' we need freedom
Tired of bleedin' when eagles let out evil
Talent's of death, no time for weakness
Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete with iron feet
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