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Heaterz

Wu-Tang Clan

3

featuring CappaDonna

[Raekwon]

Hang glide for my nigga Tical

Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt)

Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt)

That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time

Check the science of the black man

Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here

Yo Shorty cross your arms

Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year

Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer

Rocky road roll dark greener

Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema

Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema

Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers

Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine

The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her

How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina

Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina

Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima

We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe

I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino

Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me

Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry

It's time yo swerve like the Nike line

Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her

Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary

Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch

[Inspectah Deck]

Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion

Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients

My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements

are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement

I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs

Parasites, double edge dice your larynx

My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox

Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks

you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail