After the Smoke Is Clear
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Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back Five-thirty Yo they gotta hit Placed on my head, what should the god do? Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews Never that Them never look angry out of sync The imperial, industrial king got weight Don't give a f*ck Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart They used to push me in shuffle cards Now I'm writing books like Ebinezzer The porno teaser Saying words like sheeba Educated rapper fouling the teaser My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags Don't touch this Crackling hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half Laugh, and pop shit Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it But devils love it Movie trap raps cover the tracks Like Ajax Sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientele My cartel Willie Star Joe passed Shit his piece, where's the Nobel? Oh, well Sigining off as usual The arsonist, leaving niggas lost in the stairwell (Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo Represent my projects Stapleton (after the smoke is done) He represent that project Park Hill (tang-o-Phonics number one) You represent that project Murder West Brighton Now Born Arm banging into that will Word up (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapleton (Tang-o-phonics and Wu-Tang still here) Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York The greatest story ever told by me, precisely Roman numeral I be Plus three describe me My son move like the toad Get drunk Speak in codes Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold Got beef with the cold Met my comrade Go half on this lamp down in Baghdad Flipping like a mex tab Get money like an Arab The type niggas snapped Six legs on the crab Now, hush, who wanna do what My click better bust Underprivileged Grew up in a Stapleton house village Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spillage When the water was flowing (Tang-O-Phonics number one) I spot a fifty-five borough A nigga was still flowing Voice was echoing I rise high like an Opera Procter wouldn't Gamble The sample, it shocked her My ninjas run wilder than Shaka Zulu Some play peace like Donny the Guru Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Dutchu Undisputed champion Bell holders Shape and mold us Sole controller of the moon I, solar and polar I blow hash smoke through my nasal My appraisal is 30 million Wu-Tang third battalion, rush like Hannibal raiding Sicilians After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one After the smoke is clear Tang-o-Phonics and Wu-Tang still here After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
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