Gza

Gza - Unstoppable Threats lyrics

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Come on<br />

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This is hip hop, MC's get busy<br />

It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped<br />

You're listening to slanged out goodies<br />

And Timberlands and hoodies<br />

With the rhythm that came from the streets<br />

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I was a young one at the time but started mic trippin'<br />

Had rhythm like Ali when he was rope skipping<br />

I got crazy when I heard the break beat<br />

I used to lose it on niggaz on 4th and Main Street<br />

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They couldn't stop the attack once I moved forward<br />

Many was drawn back, assault was seen awkward<br />

Only armed with the bow and a mad flow<br />

Poisonous arrows on a mark that was set to go<br />

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Traveling at high speeds towards a target<br />

I never hit bystanders in crowded markets<br />

Documenters catch this most intimate footage<br />

In the center they come close, label it the hooded<br />

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Remarkable clips of an uncut episode<br />

They was given the safe but never was left the code<br />

Close up of those who have paved the road<br />

Invincible armor like that nigga we call The Toad<br />

<br />

This is hip hop, MC's get busy<br />

It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped<br />

You're listening to slanged out goodies<br />

And Timberlands and hoodies<br />

With the rhythm that came from the streets<br />

<br />

This is hip hop, MC's get busy<br />

It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped<br />

You're listening to slanged out goodies<br />

And Timberlands and hoodies<br />

With the rhythm that came from the streets<br />

<br />

Havoc on the block, shots from the ratchet, sizzle pop<br />

Slugs spinning outta control, body's drop<br />

You know the saying in the hood, fuck the cops<br />

Certified on the clock, them ducks with metal glocks<br />

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It takes place on the planet in rocks<br />

Take nothing for granted, raised by these thieves and bandits<br />

The enchanted, sticky green keeps my eyes slanted<br />

Hard times coming up in the ghetto but the Sunn manage<br />

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Watch me take advantage, get it, split it, panoramic<br />

The notes I quote, water like the great Atlantic<br />

Never catch me frantic, swift with the antics<br />

Bitch, niggaz vanish, niggaz, they run rapid<br />

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Sun of a man, son of the sun, son of a gun<br />

Breaded from the slums of each one and teach one<br />

What's done is done, son, the game is made<br />

Stay sharp like switchblades, continue to get paid<br />

<br />

This is hip hop, MC's get busy<br />

It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped<br />

You're listening to slanged out goodies<br />

And Timberlands and hoodies<br />

With the rhythm that came from the streets<br />

<br />

You know a muthafuckin' hit when it split ya wig back<br />

Young gatling, strapping a .38 revolver<br />

It's going down, wait for the sound, my soldiers rally 'round<br />

Ninja men, blending in with the surrounding<br />

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'Nuff gunmen, 'nuff flatbush, yardmen strapped with the vest<br />

No pussy test the God, the grounds is well held<br />

Illegal desert eagle, cadaver dog<br />

Search for the body that's lost, of course it's BK<br />

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You heard niggaz got killed for sheik coats and big ropes<br />

Legendary students that sold coke<br />

Some blocks that's still hot from shots popped back in '88<br />

The black gate where son lay, never made the paper<br />

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Just another caper pulled by a masked killer, broad day light<br />

Crown Heights, some are Fahrenheit, heat blazing<br />

Cops on the beat, stop the money flow of the street<br />

My dough is whole wheat, the fam gotta eat<br />

<br />

This is hip hop, MC's get busy<br />

It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped<br />

You're listening to slanged out goodies<br />

And Timberlands and hoodies<br />

With the rhythm that came from the streets<br />

<br />

This is hip hop, MC's get busy<br />

It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped<br />

You're listening to slanged out goodies<br />

And Timberlands and hoodies<br />

With the rhythm that came from the streets<br />

<br />

Come on, this is hip hop, come on, come, come on<br />

This is hip hop, come on, come, come, come on<br />

This is hip hop, come on, come, come on<br />

This is hip hop, come on, come, come, come, come on<br />

This is hip hop

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