[Intro: Dom PaChino (Lord Superb)] It's like everything I think about I jot down (That's right!) My week.. distorted Yo.. come on man! (Aiyo) Ya fuckin' wit the Terrorist now (It's him) Falling Down on the trizack (It's P.R.) 'Bout to get ya back Yo aiyo yo.. (The Wu is back.. The Arm', the Team, yo yo)
[Dom PaChino] It's like everything I think about I jot down My week distorted, combust and cause a glide sound To say the least, my best is yet to come Every since the tender age of young, never thought to be a vete-ran Veteran makin' niggaz run, still trapped in the slums Jums under my tongue, razor blade in my gums Thought he was real but he sung like the bitch-ass I thought he was from his first impression He had a weed session, but he need lessons Plus he need life, he dealin' with death Suckin' on his last breath, like a pacifier Thugs for hire, fake thugs expire Tried to call me a liar, but the truth is in the cypher Like the proof is in the Port and niggaz in the hooded Actin' like Dwight Gooden, insane hoodlums Domination, elected in the hoods, inaugeration Thoughts be racin, facin' the fear like NARC's erasin' Stationed in an undisclosed location Keep food for thought, plus keep the thoughts in activation (Wu!) My eyes chinky like an Asian Blazin' radio stations 'cross the nation Remain patient, plus ready like rotation Poker face durin' interrogation Know what you facin', like a bad situation Niggaz become erased when the God demonstrates his skill, beyond a record deal Checkered steel specs with icy fronts in the grill A neckless is reckless, respect explicit next shit Hangin' out the Coupe like ya should've expected it The Terrorist, on this mic piece, I disconnected it Hang that shit up, son!
[Interlude: Lord Superb] Emperbalism, come on! Yo.. get that shit together. Get that shit together. Aiyo aiyo.. it's crazy Yo yo yo.
[Lord Superb] Jumped out the Hooptie, caked up experience Like "Who wanna battle?" Say ya words, don't play with Perb Verbs is murder, emergency, words is water Battle for ice, MC's I will freeze ya career! Torture, first enflamed, Rakim taught ya Then Kane, then it was the Wu/Biggie/Nas era Ghost the protege, who holds life, we be the best MC's to bring these niggaz to a close.
[Outro: Lord Superb] Holla! We big.. aiyo. Aiyo Dom! We back! Get my rhyme book! I got another dart.. for the next piece It don't matter.. who want it? {*echoes* They don't make it. Oh.. I thought so. Wu.. Tang.. we back!
"I got the music with me.. yeeeeeah! yeeeah!" - sampled singer (x2)
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[Intro: Dom PaChino (Lord Superb)] It's like everything I think about I jot down (That's right!) My week.. distorted Yo.. come on man! (Aiyo) Ya fuckin' wit the Terrorist now (It's him) Falling Down on the trizack (It's P.R.) 'Bout to get ya back Yo aiyo yo.. (The Wu is back.. The Arm', the Team, yo yo)
[Dom PaChino] It's like everything I think about I jot down My week distorted, combust and cause a glide sound To say the least, my best is yet to come Every since the tender age of young, never thought to be a vete-ran Veteran makin' niggaz run, still trapped in the slums Jums under my tongue, razor blade in my gums Thought he was real but he sung like the bitch-ass I thought he was from his first impression He had a weed session, but he need lessons Plus he need life, he dealin' with death Suckin' on his last breath, like a pacifier Thugs for hire, fake thugs expire Tried to call me a liar, but the truth is in the cypher Like the proof is in the Port and niggaz in the hooded Actin' like Dwight Gooden, insane hoodlums Domination, elected in the hoods, inaugeration Thoughts be racin, facin' the fear like NARC's erasin' Stationed in an undisclosed location Keep food for thought, plus keep the thoughts in activation (Wu!) My eyes chinky like an Asian Blazin' radio stations 'cross the nation Remain patient, plus ready like rotation Poker face durin' interrogation Know what you facin', like a bad situation Niggaz become erased when the God demonstrates his skill, beyond a record deal Checkered steel specs with icy fronts in the grill A neckless is reckless, respect explicit next shit Hangin' out the Coupe like ya should've expected it The Terrorist, on this mic piece, I disconnected it Hang that shit up, son!
[Interlude: Lord Superb] Emperbalism, come on! Yo.. get that shit together. Get that shit together. Aiyo aiyo.. it's crazy Yo yo yo.
[Lord Superb] Jumped out the Hooptie, caked up experience Like "Who wanna battle?" Say ya words, don't play with Perb Verbs is murder, emergency, words is water Battle for ice, MC's I will freeze ya career! Torture, first enflamed, Rakim taught ya Then Kane, then it was the Wu/Biggie/Nas era Ghost the protege, who holds life, we be the best MC's to bring these niggaz to a close.
[Outro: Lord Superb] Holla! We big.. aiyo. Aiyo Dom! We back! Get my rhyme book! I got another dart.. for the next piece It don't matter.. who want it? {*echoes* They don't make it. Oh.. I thought so. Wu.. Tang.. we back!
"I got the music with me.. yeeeeeah! yeeeah!" - sampled singer (x2)
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