INTRO MODULE It was the night before New Year's all through the projects, not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec. If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. How ya sound B?
Column Module
Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Yes, the rhythm, the rebel, alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal. Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo.
Your head rush,
Fly like Egyptian musk
Yes, the rhythm, the rebel, alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal. Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo.
Column 2 Module
I leave the mic in body bags
My rap style has, the force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz. Perpendicular to the square we stay in gold like Flair, escape from your dragon's lair in particular. I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has, the force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz. Yes, the rhythm, the rebel, alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal. Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo.
TEXT MODULE
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side, Stayin' alive was no jive. My DJ the catcher, he's my man, anyway he's the one who devised the plan. First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha, You could never capture the Method Man's stature.
IMAGE & TEXT MODULE
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side, Stayin' alive was no jive. My DJ the catcher, he's my man, anyway he's the one who devised the plan. First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha, You could never capture the Method Man's stature.
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