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 Yo. yeahDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'
 Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
 Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo
 That pinky ring shit yo
 It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
 Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic
 Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
 The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
 I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered
 No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record
 Broken down and crafted in seconds
 Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
 Better, respect it, bitch believe
 I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
 I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
 Fix your weave, behold my expertise
 (Wu-Tang Clan)
 I got my uzi back
 You dudes is wack
 Face it the Wu is back
 (Raekwon the Chef)
 Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch
 We in them authentic alley switchin joints
 Major general niggas, five stars
 Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms
 Silencers, garbage bags of hash
 For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash
 Gash you out your burner fast
 You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass
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 (Ghostface Killah)
 Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?
 Get the fuck away from my door!
 We got big guns in here, coke over there
 With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
 And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips
 Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
 The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'
 Big cat nigga all season
 On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice
 Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU
 Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out
 Eighteen karat rap between noodles
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 (RZA)
 Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up
 I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup
 Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip
 I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip
 Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?
 Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'
 Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post
 Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost
 Queen, couldn't even jack Monk
 Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk
 Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library
 Readin Malcolm's, '. Any Means Necessary'
 (Method Man)
 John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
 So nice like New York they had to name him twice
 Name your price, I black out then change the lights
 Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
 Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
 Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine
 Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got
 Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot
 (Inspectah Deck)
 New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss
 Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force
 I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check
 You crabs test, can't measure the threat
 I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah
 Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna
 Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance
 I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then
 Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's
 My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself
 The Noble, Sir I mass mogul
 Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
 (Masta Killa)
 This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head
 I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed
 Hit Chef for the rice and peas
 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease
 My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
 They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
 Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee
 Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
 (GZA)
 From dark matter to the big crunch
 The vocals came in a bunch without one punch
 Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
 Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable
 So you compare contrast but don't blast
 through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast
 Watch the block thirst for one became all
 Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall
 Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity
 The blind couldn't verify the authenticity
 The rhyme came from the pressure of heat
 Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
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