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(I... have 'Less Than an Hour')
(I... have 'Less Than an Hour')
Hmmmm... Ohhhh... Funny how time flies when you're having fun
(Nas: Yeah, let' em know)
being shunned by my feet again

It's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be

And now I'm sitting on a night bus
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic
cower
Ducks we devour hour hour after hour
Three man riot, you can't deny it
We're so ill that you can't defy it
Gonna live, positive, forever,
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic
suspect
That throws more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic
the pot out
When the boys coming for D, it's getting hot out
We hit the hideout couple hours and we back
Too much money out here to be anything less than
[Verse One]
I catch the pound on the upswing, what's your rush nothing
Just Peril's at my stair while all his folks are down in Flushing
back)
Uh, so everyday I go hard
Real nigga and all my niggas real niggas
Came from making real figures (too much money) nothing less
No regrets (let's get
the thousands, rhymes for hours 
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album 
Kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas proper 
I beat 'em till they holler,
we're worth the sacrifice
Cause if we are, you need to realize
It's about time 

I walked up the stairs to find three angels sound asleep
One by one
to take the corners from them cowards
Get it on so why'all can move more coke powder, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip niggaz
Loaded - Teflon coated
and money
23 hours a day I study
Dreamin about beautiful women I hate you gay teletubies
Dreams keep my alive you can't take em from me
The battlefield is
thoughts
Get your life lost never found again my friend
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten
On my road to the riches, hitting snitches off
Sixty thousand fans a three hour show
I could care less who drop and blow
My name is LL baby that's beyond the flow

Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat
exact precision that it's true. 
That the atomic clock with an error factor of less than three seconds per millennium is set by the way we move.
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
It was less than forty hours since the first people had died.
With that in mind, we realized transmission was still plausible.
Some of the men
time drug offender
you goin DOWN son
for way less than a POUND son
The government got no love, twenty-five thousand niggaz
in New York in jail for
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
Verse 1: 
The best plan, is fi have a girl yes man 
Nuh less than five girls mi mind a respond 
A girl look hot well pop the question 
If the vibes
clothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind.
We relieve the tension only
tell you my balls bigger than yours
No false gods, young Mike playin' against the Monstars
Tappin' into '94 Nas
Or that '96 Jay, or that Chronic shit,
on your poster

[Break]

[Verse Three: Masta Killa]
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in