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[holocaust, (ms. roxy)] (bobby digital), wu-tang killa bees (it’s all about bobby, I’m floatin in your galaxy) u fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality Graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures Made mc’s sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs Strike 3, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm Cuz I’m filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me I’ll break it simply, I’m horrifyingly empty Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloody Bath While, I’m sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus Got oscar nominee mc’s stuck to my hatchet Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars While, bobby’s throwin razor cd’s like ninja stars [rza] Chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh Yo, yo, yo, dropped down a man-hole, yo, I rap ammo Blows out your candle, check, yo Dropped down a man-hole, I rap ammo Blows out your candle, have wu-tang tagged up on your tombstone by jandel Release the info, 4-4 increase ur heart tempo Scared ur ass, u jumped through a closed window To a hundred beats per a second, my mic’s secret weapon Infertiate ur style to that of led zeplin... http://www.lyricstime.com/rza-holocaust-lyrics.html

[Intro] Smooth it out This is a story about the drifter Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown Who never planned on havin' so dick Why me, huh? [Verse 1] Some get a little and some get none Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done I was one who never had and always mad Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up Too many stick-ups, cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit? They got em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough I kept em long cause I couldn't afford a haircut I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead I'm still livin broke, so a lot of good it would've did Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one And always wanted to live like just a fat one [Chorus] [Verse 2] A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects Livin in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack Drop that, and now u want me to rap and give? Say somethin positive? Well positive ain't where I lived I lived right around a corner from west hell Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell ... [Outro] If u ain't ever been to the ghetto Don't ever come to the ghetto 'Cause u ain't understand the ghetto And stay the fuck out of the ghetto Why me? (alright) http://www.wowlyrics.com/read.php?wow=1448023

I know, I can't afford to stop for a moment that it's too soon to forget (x2) Yo, in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name Big fame, she like cats with big thangs Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once Ass so fat that you could see it from the front She spot me like paparazzi; shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, Hot damn! What's your name love, where you came from? Neck and wrist blazed up, very little make-up The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of? I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down Asked her to dance she was like "Yo, I'm leavin now" An hour later, sounds from Jamaica She sippin Crys straight up, shakin, windin her waist up Scene two: my fam throwin the jam Fahreed is on the stand big things is in the plan The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move in Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce; I turn around Say word! You was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed tryin to play me for the herb (Yeah, that's her) Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together I just played it long and pretended I never met her "How you feelin?" "Oh I'm fine." "My name is Mos." "I'm Sharice. I heard so much good about you it's nice to finally meet." We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me I'm type polite but now I'm lookin at her skeptically Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories Chinky eyes, sweet voice is (fucking) with me mentally We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo I'm bout to merc, I say peace to the family She hop up like "How you gonna leave before you dance with me?" http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/mosdef/msfatbooty.html

I'm the 1-man army, Ason I've never been tooken out I keep MC's lookin out I drop science like girls be droppin babies Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy Energy buildin takin all types of medicines ur ass thought u were better than Ason I keep planets in orbit While I be comin with teeth bitin more shit Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass Cause I create rhymes good as a Tasty Cake, mix This style I'm mastered in Niggas catchin headaches what? What? u need aspirin? This type of pain u couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol In ur face like a can of mace, baby Is it burnin? Well fuck it, now u're learnin How I don't even like your motherfuckin profile Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW Not seen and heard, no one knows U forget, niggaz be quiet as kept Now u know nothin; before u knew a whole fuckin lot Ur ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown To watch me put ur fuckin ass lo-o-ow down As u can go, below 0 Without a doubt I've never been token out By a nigga, who couldn't figure Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure(x2)(Brooklyn Zoo) How to pull a fuckin gun trigger I said, "Get the fuck outta here" Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host Introducin, yo FUCK that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on ur head like ra-a-ain And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give u more of the raw Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow If I move too quick, oh, u just won't know I'm homicidal when u enter the target Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit So I take yo ass out quick The mics, I've had it my nigga, u can suck my dick If u wanna step to my motherfuckin rep' CH-CH-BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! Blown to death u got shot cause u knock knock knock "Who's there?" Another motherfuckin hardrock Slackin on ur mackin cause raw's what u lack U wanna react? Bring it on back

("Fuck Jay-Z") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z") You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga ("Fuck Jay-Z") [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son" across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilege Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '9-1 I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music Check it [Chorus] [talking] Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt) Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring [Chorus] I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live ... http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nas/ether.html

[GZA] Reunited, double LP, we're all excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin ur best known compositions U couldn't add it up, if u mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced ur internal, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage Of a ODB that's impossible to manage [ODB] Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt? Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church I come like a thousand doves Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash [RZA] Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize ur stigma Stinkbox, order from pink dot MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox Wu-Tang Incorp. take ur brain on spacewalk Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe How can I put it? Life is like video footage Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it ... http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/wutangclan/reunited.html