girl, you know you're no help yea you and your wicked walk sparking the midnight streets yea you and your wicked walk just you and your wicked walk and
ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right we gon' get in and get out (other man) we on a roll, nigga [continues, indistinct] [Verse 1: WC] I'ma walk it down, now fuckin
open locker dough Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor Flamboyant police is X fives, watching my lofts So many leeches I just left it and walked My flow wicked
runway walk I been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and back I been in the ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing match And I still
motherfuckers Reunited double LP we're all excited Struck a match to the underground industry ignited From metaphorical parables to fertilize the earth Wicked
Streaks of light On the graveyard walk Your bright star was crashin' Crashin' the dark Dreamed of a cold night To freeze it in place Dreamed of ship bells
beat for the answer, with extra compression When sound travel, it quickly grab you And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you Bugged out, tryin' to think you can match
headed MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you need it? First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it You said that same bullshit at House of Blues Lit the pipe, dropped the match
am I?? The stalker of the night Still crepping through them darkest of them streets With my gangsters straight chiefing burning leaves Of Hairy batches, like matches
than rap Bitch I got that Kobe game, bitch you got that Kobe rap DMV we on the map, it's over for these corny niggas Wicked ambition go give this shit
, around and over Now and then, memories of men who loved me No stolen kiss could match their march on hot coals for me I have walked a line both faint
for the answer with extra compression When sound travel, it quickly grab you And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you Bugged out, tryin' to think you can match
care. And if all the Devil's minions were let loose to do their will, I think they'd be hard pressed to match in diabolic skill, the wickedness and treachery
Head top The session is nice feel real good The set is playing some wicked riddim I see some girls wining on their head tops I see some girls wining
the chief Plus I'm votin' destruction, on suckers they're nerds Take their style toss it up, then add effects like a reverb Take it and match it, 'cause
[Verse One: The Genius/GZA] Reunited, double LP, we're all excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked
Spark a match and watch the candle burn the wick runs out and love takes its turn on fallen angels and broken sounds we will last past the final round
