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[Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)] Yeah, yeah Sham's nine times ultra Wu-Tang herbs two times great, you heard of me Nigga, L.A.D., six times ill Rest in peace O.D.B La the Dark, Sun large GZA, Ras Kass, yeah what's up, Wu-Universal Legendary [Verse 1: Scaramanga Shallah] Now it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams Spit that heat rock that make fiends make vapors of grams Sham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands Valleys and trunks, I got the mack ten We can hit the alley with iron and thumper Take it to the hands like the brand new Leonard Niggas going no mas, when the bullets go in him You dealing with a night stick toker The ice pick poker, trust you ain't like this joker And the set, devoted to opening your neck With the tech, as you sit in a Lex' Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting As your body gets soft, the shotty went off Little soldiers, you're out of position Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost White five, black five with dollars to toss Twisted by the dark side of the force Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche You're off sides in the fort We are survivors of the war of good and evil I'm in the hood, in the hood with a Desert Eagle With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it [Verse 2: La the Darkman] Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana How he used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana Try, play me today, I'mma kill you mañana From, far with the K, or up close with the llama I'm like an African king in a castle in Ghana Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer Study lessons in Medina, building with an old timer So I, always been wise ever since a young minor Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme So I'm often posted, in a rumor with that thing Got unlimited support from the Sing-Sing regime I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam Fucking with me, you better be real as you can be La Trapacandi, a well known rhyme general [Verse 3: Ras Kass] Who say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire When you mention me, not about penitentiary Wins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century Ahead of my time, school niggas like Timbuktu Cause I'm original, like Black Falasha Jews Velours by BUFU: Buy Us, Fuck you Try us, fuck you You die y'all got gats but him buck too, nigga Sip the Grey Goose and ponder, then order room service In Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street scholars Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar Bush gave 6.46 billion to Halliburton For troops support efforts in Iraq Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that The rape over, Chaney talking, twenty five dollars for a case of soda Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters But won't pay they soldiers, Halliburton workers make Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year Plus 225 extra, taking fire in combat Recruit all the niggas, that die from where I'm at 18 years olds told to kill, where Saddam at But can't have a gat, to protect where my Mom's at I love to crunk, so what, plus I'm gangsta enough To piss in Pimpin Ken's, pimp cup, rack a gauge and pump it up Hot bitches still get fucked, niggas just want a forty and a blunt [Verse 4: GZA] Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block With the product in they socks and the fully loaded Glocks Too many die in vain, and it's a crying shame The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top Acquiring power through growth and development On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant The brutality of war, never changes And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than What they ever had, experienced yet Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field The great boundaries of both man and machine Can have one at the point, to murder all in between Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up