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Origineel

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Ladies and gentlemen, we’d like to welcome to you All the way from the slums of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it’s them! [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this anthem, swing like Pete Sampras Taking it straight to Big Man On Campus Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static with or without the automatic And while I’m at it, yo, you got cash, pass it It’s drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard [Verse 2: Raekwon] Waves is spinning, blades is spinning Slay em in the eighth inning Stay truck, god stay playing linen Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that Mink jeans on, seen where the real at 2000 Zitos, moving with a ill ego For real, for real, ill lines, ill people Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians Pollying deals, monopoly and bills, y’all niggas lying Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach Go broke, all seen, done it Words from the heavy set, if I don’t eat, then we already met Fly ass bro, liver than coke [Verse 3: Method Man] Now what Clan you know with lines this ill? Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Niggas can’t gel or I’m just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk through Hell With 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video 9 milli blow, semi-auto with no serial Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals Who don’t pay they bills on time and fuck with digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a Jones, more heads for the severing Johnny in the dungeon, taking all bets, throw ya ones in Scared money don’t make money, throw ya guns in [Verse 4: Masta Killa] That’s word to Damo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin’ the nozzle, hear it whistle One in the head, this is code red, man for dead X amount of lead spray from the barrel Heat clear the street like Connor O’Carroll Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit To make my niggas from East New York flip [Verse 5: RZA] Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!) You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe’s goose jumper And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!) Y’all might just catch me in the park playin’ chess, studyin’ math Signin 7 and a Sun (BOBBY!) But you won’t catch me without the ratchet, in the joint Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!) [Verse 6: Ghostface Killah] Wallo’s comfortable, chocolate frosting Your socks hangin’ out, yours is talkin’ Rock so steadily, son, I’m still crazy Sport my old Force MD furs from the 80’s Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee Taught y’all niggas how to rap, reimburse me Rothsdale’s, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale’s, blocks Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots I’m nice, maxed out, creepin’ wit the ax out Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with their backs out [Verse 7: U-God] Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips Bitch, I’ll put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma ray shit Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch My powder voice, Snow White sniff Verbal killas, gorilla grip God body shit, puff Marley spliffs [Verse 8: Cappadonna] You might see me in a 6, that’s not my style You might see me wit a bitch, that’s not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don’t smile Tryna get money, y’all cats is wild I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild I’m a chip off the board game, got sword game Live life to the fullest, still want more fame Darts on layaway, beats on standby Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime [Verse 9: GZA] Run on the track like Jesse Owens Broke the record flowing without any knowing That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay It’s on once I grab the baton from the DJ A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground Wireless nigga who sprint off the gun sound The best time yet still 7.0 Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow

Vertaling

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Dames en heren, we heten u welkom Helemaal uit de sloppenwijken van Shaolin Speciale ongenode gasten Kwamen binnen door de achterdeur Dames en heren, zij zijn het! [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Dans met de bidsprinkhaan, let op de kleine kansen Chant dit volkslied, swing als Pete Sampras Breng het recht naar Big Man On Campus Zwaai met je wapen of laat je vallen op het canvas Schandalig, maakte de metro in paniek Veroorzaak ruis met of zonder de automaat En als ik toch bezig ben, yo, heb je geld, geef het door Het is drastisch, ik moet de helft naar Dirty Bastard sturen. [Verse 2: Raekwon] Waves is spinning, blades is spinning Slay em in the eight inning Blijf truck, god blijf linnen spelen Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that Mink jeans on, seen where the real at 2000 Zitos, moving with a ill ego For real, for real, ill lines, ill people Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians Pollying deals, monopoly and bills, y’all niggas lying Caught 300, lab look royal with a mean stomach Ga failliet, allemaal gezien, gedaan Woorden van de zware set, als ik niet eet, dan hebben we elkaar al ontmoet Fly ass bro, liver than coke [Verse 3: Method Man] Welke Clan ken je met zulke zieke teksten? Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Niggas can’t gel or I’m just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk through Hell Met 9 generaals, 9 ninja’s in je video 9 milli blow, semi-auto zonder serie Man metafysisch, ik spreek voor criminelen Die hun rekeningen niet op tijd betalen en met digitaal neuken Nooit gezien, rook een zak evergreen Mijn zwaard heeft een Jones, meer hoofden om af te hakken Johnny in de kerker, neemt alle weddenschappen aan, gooi ze er maar in Scared money don’t make money, throw ya guns in [Verse 4: Masta Killa] That’s word to Damo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Blowin hydro on a beach with Tamiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin’ the nozzle, hear it whistle Eén in het hoofd, dit is code rood, man voor dood. X hoeveelheid lood spuit uit de loop Heat clear the street like Connor O’Carroll Volledig uitgerust, geweren, bananenclip shit Om mijn niggas uit East New York te laten flippen. [Verse 5: RZA] Yo, je kan me zien in een paar Polo Skipperys, bijpassende pet Scheermesjes in mijn tandvlees (BOBBY!) Je kan me zien in een gele Havana Joe’s ganzen trui En mijn phaser uit stun (BOBBY!) Jullie kunnen me in het park zien schaken, wiskunde studeren Signin 7 and a Sun (BOBBY!) But you won’t catch me without the ratchet, in the joint Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!) [Verse 6: Ghostface Killah] Wallo’s comfortable, chocolate frosting Your socks hangin’ out, yours is talkin’ Rock so steadily, son, I’m still crazy Sport my old Force MD furs from the 80’s Nat Turners with burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee Taught y’all niggas how to rap, refund me Rothsdale’s, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale’s, blocks Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots I’m nice, maxed out, creepin’ with the ax out Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with their backs out [Verse 7: U-God] Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips Bitch, I’ll put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma ray shit Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch Mijn poeder stem, Sneeuwwitje snuif Verbal killas, gorilla grip God body shit, puff Marley spliffs [Verse 8: Cappadonna] You might see me in a 6, that’s not my style You might see me with a bitch, that’s not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don’t smile Tryna get money, y’all cats is wild Ik poseer voor de kleren, maak een liedje als een wilde I’m a chip off the board game, got sword game Live life to the fullest, still want more fame Darts on layaway, beats on standby Outfits geperst, klaar voor airtime [Vers 9: GZA] Run on the track like Jesse Owens Broke the record flowing without any knowing That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay It’s on once I grab the baton from the DJ A athlete with his iron cleat in the ground Wireless nigga who sprint off the gun sound De beste tijd nog steeds 7.0 Swift flow liet de kleren van de cameraman wapperen