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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, six o'clock in the morning
That's right, you gotta get your darts right

Spray ya'll niggas on some marksman shit]

[Ghostface Killah]
I got ready to grays
Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy
Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin' me
The whole place was standin', G
What they chant, we was family
Jumped in the crowd and I swam the sea
Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me

Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all three
Say, yo, Math, fuck it, throw on Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be
Them Billie Jean shits and they real rocky

The fans can't knock me
I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me
Plus I'm cocky, bitch

[Streetlife]
Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face
Cop patrol couldn't control the place

I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate
The signs up, yellin', "We love your tape!"

I'm sorry I took so long, didn't mean to make ya'll wait
But good things take time to create

You can find me, in your studio
Half baked, eatin' ganja cake
Tryin' to make my next release date
With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate
You know a brother bond is hard to break

When we perform we cause the Earth to shake
Ain't nuthin' change, it's still those same niggas you love to hate
GZA...

[GZA]
I set examples over amplified samples
That's scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample
On those fell victim, body loss they souls
These beats when I picked 'em
Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold
RZA paid the roll, GZA buries the scrolls
Then months later it was, then years later it was
Written on loose leaf, that old formula
That was stolen by new thieves
The journalist watched it, critics couldn't knock it
A piece of history that they carried in they pocket
With the time factor, speed was the order of the day
What a delay, they were able to, what he would say
Why waste the slot time, of the ridiculous rhyme
That's only excused by a generous mind

I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans
'Til I turned rap villes into harvested lands

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