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  • They say he's a swordsman
    Back to that fly *******t, Silicone Valley good *******t, right here, boy

    More money on this rhyme right here, boy

    Take ya'll back to the front of the mutha******* 1-6-Ooh *******t

    Yo, lord, that first Wu *******t

    You know what it is, it's that mutha*******

    Special made, high powered, special made forces
    What up what up what up, aiyo, aiyo

    Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young *******
    Smack flames at him, no gun neither

    Leave him with a bump, what the *******

    say he's a

    Who give a ******* if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothing

    Chain came from rent days and pumping

    Wire cell with valors on, drawers is colorful
    I do this, forever *******, raw style
    Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come through
    Unless your vehicle three hundred chain, silly

    Laying in the park with the killas, the coupes, the villains

    No rims, we just ball for the millions

    The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome
    Get your throne rushed, and I ain't got a gun on
    High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on

    Drinking with the best of the hustling

    I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
    Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times

    All my *******s old school robbers, do what it do
    I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
    Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters

    Can't come through with cedar toasters
    It's going down, only in the town
    Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an inves*******ent

    Flying shooters, eyewear rugers

    Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students
    ******* cops they know him say he's a

    You already know that, man

    Diamoned up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7
    Back to the Hill in a second, yeah

    Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet
    Stay cool, I got *******t, where ya weapon?
    Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons

    Back of the building, with the jammers

    Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terror-dome, sleep well
    Who don't like beefing? Keep shells

    I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart

    Play parts of this in detail

    Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down

    Pop up on spots and vanished say he's a
    I got butter knives, like you got butter knives

    Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times

    All my *******s old school robbers, do what it do

    I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles

    Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters

    Can't come through with cedar toasters
    It's going down, only in the town

    Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an inves*******ent
    Get down, Lord!
    say he's a
  • [00:00.92]They say he's a swordsman
    [00:04.48]Back to that fly *******t, Silicone Valley good *******t, right here, boy
    [00:07.35]
    [00:10.67]More money on this rhyme right here, boy
    [00:11.79]
    [00:14.23]Take ya'll back to the front of the mutha******* 1-6-Ooh *******t
    [00:16.73]
    [00:17.23]Yo, lord, that first Wu *******t
    [00:18.66]
    [00:22.73]You know what it is, it's that mutha*******
    [00:23.86]
    [00:24.67]Special made, high powered, special made forces
    [00:25.35]What up what up what up, aiyo, aiyo
    [00:27.23]
    [00:30.29]Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young *******
    [00:31.16]Smack flames at him, no gun neither
    [00:32.10]
    [00:34.60]Leave him with a bump, what the *******
    [00:35.68]
    [00:36.69]say he's a
    [00:38.12]
    [00:40.06]Who give a ******* if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothing
    [00:42.43]
    [00:43.18]Chain came from rent days and pumping
    [00:45.62]
    [00:47.37]Wire cell with valors on, drawers is colorful
    [00:48.12]I do this, forever *******, raw style
    [00:49.63]Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come through
    [00:51.06]Unless your vehicle three hundred chain, silly
    [00:52.18]
    [00:54.06]Laying in the park with the killas, the coupes, the villains
    [00:55.93]
    [00:58.25]No rims, we just ball for the millions
    [00:59.74]
    [01:01.62]The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome
    [01:03.00]Get your throne rushed, and I ain't got a gun on
    [01:05.12]High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on
    [01:06.57]
    [01:08.50]Drinking with the best of the hustling
    [01:09.56]
    [01:11.50]I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
    [01:12.74]Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
    [01:13.93]
    [01:16.56]All my *******s old school robbers, do what it do
    [01:18.37]I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
    [01:19.50]Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
    [01:22.06]
    [01:23.12]Can't come through with cedar toasters
    [01:26.31]It's going down, only in the town
    [01:27.06]Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an inves*******ent
    [01:28.75]
    [01:30.57]Flying shooters, eyewear rugers
    [01:32.19]
    [01:34.37]Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students
    [01:35.25]******* cops they know him say he's a
    [01:38.06]
    [01:41.12]You already know that, man
    [01:42.12]
    [01:43.99]Diamoned up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7
    [01:44.74]Back to the Hill in a second, yeah
    [01:46.56]
    [01:47.50]Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet
    [01:48.44]Stay cool, I got *******t, where ya weapon?
    [01:49.75]Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons
    [01:50.87]
    [01:52.00]Back of the building, with the jammers
    [01:53.37]
    [01:54.87]Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terror-dome, sleep well
    [01:57.32]Who don't like beefing? Keep shells
    [01:58.44]
    [01:59.63]I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart
    [02:01.49]
    [02:03.69]Play parts of this in detail
    [02:04.75]
    [02:07.00]Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down
    [02:08.87]
    [02:10.18]Pop up on spots and vanished say he's a
    [02:13.13]I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
    [02:16.25]
    [02:17.87]Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
    [02:19.74]
    [02:20.50]All my *******s old school robbers, do what it do
    [02:21.62]
    [02:22.50]I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
    [02:23.56]
    [02:24.74]Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
    [02:26.25]
    [02:27.75]Can't come through with cedar toasters
    [02:28.37]It's going down, only in the town
    [02:30.56]
    [02:32.13]Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an inves*******ent
    [02:32.93]Get down, Lord!
    [02:33.50]say he's a