Chords for RZA & GZA Genius Third World

_ _ Yeah, [F#m] yeah, yeah.
One two.
_ [A] One two.
[D] Hey y'all, who changed the principle?
Hold up, better understand the [F#m] principle.
_ [A] I'm here, bubs.
[D] Dropping fat tracks like drugs.
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Wake up, wake up, one [A] two.
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Wake up, wake up, one two.
You're waking up, you're waking [F#m] up.
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Peace.
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We're at the [A] crossroads.
Our immediate future is the worst war man will ever know. _ _ _
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_ _ _ Big shadow light from the Wu mansion.
Still branching off the tree to swap denim shoes.
And the fruit that fell far was the rightest.
It was cypress.
Let the media hype this.
Promotion niggas snipers.
Pushing like trade badges, 72.
Cap niggas in suede rags, microphone psycho.
Who flips the mic so well?
Hell without bell.
Ninja hands packed like gel cells.
There's no escaping.
Once my blade starts scraping, niggas flaking.
One of the MCs is shaking.
My sword and D make more niggas bleed.
I be so swift, neck and eye.
Couldn't be caught to speed.
I lost ya, ripped that off her.
Niggas that'll cost ya, fill the springs with torture.
Bust him in the half, yeah, let's the city drink it.
They got him thinking that he can crash the ship and give you stinking.
I told him come back when you're sober.
Drunk ass punk on a motherfucking hunt for red October.
Don't even catch me while I'm blunting.
Rhymes start running like loops on an SV-12 hunting.
Instruments of terror on warships with corporate.
Visual niggas paint portraits.
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_ _ _ Yo, check the mic line for wire taps.
You're under attack, man your face is, take aim, proceed.
Fire back, all hands on deck.
Cadet vest, insert cassettes.
Track snap heads like barrettes.
Cast web sights like internet.
Leave while detective vehicles are approaching from the east.
Passing infrared binoculars, captains who I can see.
Sound the alarm.
Call for the suicidal kamikaze ninjas with the bombs.
Glasses of [A] neon always [C#m] show us flying arms.
Anytime I come by alumni, I cut short the air supply.
Send them back like Jordan McSquire.
Beholdeness, travel round like a motorist.
Poisonous gas relief on my track is odorless and tasteless.
Like ghosts and spaceless.
With the loud and garden break back to beat a hundred cases.
MC's heads weave like trees.
And a breeze that rhymes like these.
Underwater floats like torpedoes.
You get flogged more than Del Rio.
Blaze short like DeVito.
Slip the fuck up like Mike Giacchino.
Sword cuts sharper than Concord needles.
Call my second private.
Tell him to write this important message in sight list.
I heard Yaku assisted on an island with Dr.
Titus.
And they just released a new deadly virus.
To irritate the weapon states.
It's time to pump out more rap tapes.
And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate.
What's a homing ass? _ _ _ _
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