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It's What It Is
Masta Killa
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Ghostface Killah
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Raekwon
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I know why you're here. You want to test out how good my gun's been
No, I've come here and I need your help
Your steel darts, do you still have them?
What for?
Because they have guns that kill up to a hundred yards, very powerful
My darts can beat a pistol?
You want to help or not?
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No question, sensationally dark
No doubt it's superb, spoken word slang thrown with perfection
Slick when he talk, simplistic, stay exquisite
Tiger palm smack ground, one man down
Got a few that'll kill right now
Bring his crown back with proof of one tooth
The truth in the square dare any man
To stare down the eye of the barrel
Like a needle to the camel, you will never enter
'Nough ammo, shallow finger jab stab the man running
Deadliest soul delivery, stunning poetry for the masses
Sour liquid gases guarantee a bomb explosion
Song eruption, fronting on parole
Lay on and get you swung on
Long barrel spinning rim zone, something foreign
Semi-auto flow spit, .45 in the left grip
Right hold the mic tight
Strike with the force of Mike when I'm speaking
Straight from the Hall of Justice, hummers
Dirty bombs, black Adidas, black beef in jars
We fly militants, brilliant thinkers, tanks
Yo, pull it together while we guzzle these drinks
We armed veterans, holding up swords
Driving out through Romillos, breaking down Siciliano
We seen the drama, drawing these heaters on cheetahs
Shooting at bushes, popping up domes for weight
We wild style gorillas, fly apes caught in botanical gardens
Trying to get back to the States
The harder they come, the harder we spray
We coming back in jet blares
Flying through the Triborough today
What's really good? Live niggas go up inside niggas
Mad bullets sit in your hood
We titanium vets with jet fuel vision of biz
We orchestrated like no other world or mother
But why'd you have to ask me? There aren't many experts
I know you, you're my brother. Also, your darts are pretty formidable
A mustard man is fast as the speed of light
Yo, I rock a black mask, homemade bottle of Goose
Tony Moonshine's miracle herbs and African roots
Blow suits slap A&R's, pivot your jaw
Have you chopping up your body parts like this was Saw
Cut raw, let the fish scale flood in the streets
And master killers blowing gerties out of Cristal seats
Slave beast is the verbal boss, Wu-Tang holocaust
Fuck around, leave you with a mouth full of murder sauce
Broken, hanging off the cross with one nail
I'm tough meat, y'all chicken bones looking real frail
I'm heavy, my .77 got suicide doors
My wrist chunked up with pretty rocks with no flaws
Guns stay barking like pit bulls fighting
It's frightening how Iron Man ricochets lightning
Bob and weave, duck and squeeze
Way I can't pop holes in the kid's hollows
It's what it is
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