[RZA] Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust With wild imaginings that you can't discuss Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for feast It's a daily conflict between man and beast We, strive for God, and a better tomorrow Still suffering, from the unforgettable sorrow Repent from thy sins, son, and walk these straight Stop talking all that trash, boy, and spark these straight Evicted by the pressures of life, at every vital point Still, I wouldn't give an oint' Or, flinch an inch, or pitch a pinch Off the pie, or every try to try your winch Confronted by the devil himself, and stay strong You think you can take the King, now meet Kong Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting How many MC's, have sprung from our fountain Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination I'm not, giving mine away to Satan Although, I know that he's awaiting To get ahold of my biochemical equation I'mma slip him son, I'mma dip him, son When I catch the drop on him, I'mma clip him, son Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination Ninety nine elements, biochemical manifestation I'm not giving mines away to Satan Although, I know that he's awaiting I'mma slip him son, I'mma dip him, son When I catch the drop on him, I'mma clip him, son [MF Doom] Bet oc', straight to the head with the pet rock At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box Trained a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack Pants militant sawed up like linen, bobbing bonus pack Invest in the first b-boy kid show, life on skid row, with jive talking negro's He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he? Is he in the backyard, or on your front porch Or standing in the corner of the club, with the blunt torched You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving And sold odds and bob kins, to old gods and goblins Valley, adjust a pest and your worst best friend Who mending with space time fabric like polyester blend Not a hobby for no body, lead less from men Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen [RZA] Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi' Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi' Israeli issued, automatic black pistol The cop with the flashlight, chew gum as he whistle Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast License, registration, addressed to your lab They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer Get out the car, please, follow this exerciser Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato On cartwheels, and then spin house like whirled tornado That used to chase the light, but, son, he will always save ya Becoming pump blows, and make beats inside my basement Drunk or sober, never lose your composure Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers If you can't understand, then come closer We civilize the uncivilized cuz we supposed to Drunk or sober, never lose your composure Might give your hand, black man stand as a soldier Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers If you can't understand, then come closer...
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Copy to Clipboard: [RZA] Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust With wild imaginings that you can't discuss Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for feast It's a daily conflict between man and beast We, strive for God, and a better tomorrow Still suffering, from the unforgettable sorrow Repent from thy sins, son, and walk these straight Stop talking all that trash, boy, and spark these straight Evicted by the pressures of life, at every vital point Still, I wouldn't give an oint' Or, flinch an inch, or pitch a pinch Off the pie, or every try to try your winch Confronted by the devil himself, and stay strong You think you can take the King, now meet Kong Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting How many MC's, have sprung from our fountain Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination I'm not, giving mine away to Satan Although, I know that he's awaiting To get ahold of my biochemical equation I'mma slip him son, I'mma dip him, son When I catch the drop on him, I'mma clip him, son Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination Ninety nine elements, biochemical manifestation I'm not giving mines away to Satan Although, I know that he's awaiting I'mma slip him son, I'mma dip him, son When I catch the drop on him, I'mma clip him, son [MF Doom] Bet oc', straight to the head with the pet rock At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box Trained a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack Pants militant sawed up like linen, bobbing bonus pack Invest in the first b-boy kid show, life on skid row, with jive talking negro's He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he? Is he in the backyard, or on your front porch Or standing in the corner of the club, with the blunt torched You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving And sold odds and bob kins, to old gods and goblins Valley, adjust a pest and your worst best friend Who mending with space time fabric like polyester blend Not a hobby for no body, lead less from men Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen [RZA] Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi' Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi' Israeli issued, automatic black pistol The cop with the flashlight, chew gum as he whistle Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast License, registration, addressed to your lab They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer Get out the car, please, follow this exerciser Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato On cartwheels, and then spin house like whirled tornado That used to chase the light, but, son, he will always save ya Becoming pump blows, and make beats inside my basement Drunk or sober, never lose your composure Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers If you can't understand, then come closer We civilize the uncivilized cuz we supposed to Drunk or sober, never lose your composure Might give your hand, black man stand as a soldier Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers If you can't understand, then come closer...
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