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I had to back up long enough to roll my window up before passing by the guy wielding the panga.'The guy on the far left had a handgun but couldn't get it out of his waistbelt in time.

We came upon three bandits robbing a [minibus taxi].

Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo clear the interference, special guest appearance Terms of endearment...(echoes) Clear the interference, special guest appearnace Terms of endearment, fresh like Wrigley Spearmint Purse pincher, I'm underground like the Earth Ninja A bag of wet be my only mental thirst quencher I move slow on your mob, like The Blob To gobble up every square inch quarter yard Peach cobbler rap, Syberian panex Ginseng gets clacks, six-pack, battery pack Keep on goin and goin, devil knit this sewin MC's on the mic are takin flight like the Boeing Our bitch Jamie Sommers got the hot pink Hummer Plus I just bought a fat loaf of bread from Wonder Clan expands we outnumber every grain of sand in Sudan Flash the Wu logo on your hands Cats be talkin, Bobby I ain't feelin ya But I bet if I was peelin your cap back with a two shot Dillinger Hot lead released from my cylinder You'd be talkin bout Bobby I'm feelin ya!

My intensity is the double high density Make you serve a century in Killa Bee penitentiary Razor blade Papermate, cut through pages Cough up a lung and you spit like twelve gauges Elohim, black gods live from Queens Shaolin Island has been quarantined!

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[Cam'Ron] Uh, thug shit, Killa Cam, thug shit Yo, yo I want my steak with a funky dame Honey claim cash like the Money Train Faces of death, eatin monkey brain Chunky change, call it, iced out and flawless For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet Yo I'm like Hoffa, mixed with Sinatra La costa nostra, dude packed a toaster True motherfuckers, y'all blew it motherfuckers Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers Niggas want murders, maybe I'll call Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits Oh, look at they karats [Killa Sha] Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives Try to survive in this frontline with mines Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash Kinda hard to let this good shit pass So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it Ya bitch niggas wanna get in it but can't fit it Many is callin, but few is chosin And them faggot ass niggas thats holdin, ain't goin Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break A warning to the fakes (true that) Play the dark and brought to the light Lift up your dress for spite Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega Rhyme slayer, down with the QB mayor [RZA] Clear the interference...

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