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Artist : WU-TANG CLAN
 '97 Mentality | WU-TANG CLAN[Cappadonna] 
Yo!  It's the burial ground sound, Dunn!  
It's real out here 
Staten Island puttin chills in y'all niggaz 
Forever in it.. yo 
 
My devastatin hot '97 Mentality 
Keep me on point for my four-digit salary 
Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie 
I'm soon to be seen, on the TV screen 
Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen 
Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council 
Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil 
Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin 
Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission 
Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze 
Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze 
Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad 
Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage 
If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers  
My word of mouth it's all real wigs might peel 
Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage 
Twenty-four diamond government named God 
Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill 
Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin large 
Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down 
AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound  
Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun 
Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground 
Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin 
Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin 
Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin 
Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel 
Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real 
Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores 
That's my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours 
Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne 
Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan 
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand 
Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin 
Defy interactive project Children of the Corn 
Gats and my man keep em bustin till he's gone 
Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn 
'Donna come through everyday my uniform 
changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches 
Crackhead niggaz get stitches 
So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid 
Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid 
Form another pyramid, look how we slid 
All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic 
on a twenty dollar bill all in it together 
You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean? 
 
[Ghostface] 
To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard 
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard 
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution 
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution 
[repeat 2X] 
 
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To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard 
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard 
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution 
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution 
 
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To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard 
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard 
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution 
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution 
 
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To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard 
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard 
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution 
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
  
 
 
  
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