| Four scores, thousands of years ago
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| Ahhhhh
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| RZA, Killah PZA, Shza, chosen
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| Aiyyo camoflauged samurais…
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| Aiyyo camoflauged samurais, battle scars
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| Analog, his hands are claws, bears or Gods
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| Digi criminals, alkaline generals
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| We stick you for your minerals
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| You speak subliminal clues in interviews, log on
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| We send the news as Brooklyn Zoo, like psalms
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| Turn around disguised, standin on the roof with Merlin eyes
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| A wizard suit, I hurl these rhymes, down
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| Like twirlin dust devils, amongst the bad luck ghettos
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| I give 'em hope
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| Dead birds flyin with wings that’s broke
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| Dead birds flyin with wings that’s broke
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| Dead birds flyin with wings that’s broke
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| Dead birds flyin with wings that’s broke
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| With wings that’s broke, with wings that’s broke
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| With wings that’s broke, with wings that’s broke
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| With wings that’s broke, with wings that’s broke
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| With wings that’s broke
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| Metal blades, hand of the spade, duckin grenades
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| Cuttin through brigades, 20 men searchin for aid
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| Hurtin for days, murderous ways, left 'em decayed
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| I creeped, I creeped through the shade, back with that green jade
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| My teammate, rainin fire for dead gates
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| 50 renegades send 'em leakin to the grave
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| My teammate, rainin fire for dead gates
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| 50 renegades send 'em leakin to the grave |