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Darryl Hill (born September 18, 1969) best known by his stage name Cappadonna, is an American rapper and member to the hip-hop collective Wu-Tang Clan. He is also a member of rap group Theodore Unit with Ghostface Killah. more »

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1998

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[U God] 
Dino the dart specialist 
Knahmean? 
Golden Arms  yo 
Meth Tical  John John do your thing thing 
What? Check it 
The all eye seein'  heavenly divine 
The truth brings out  the temper in my spine 
A Hill sound again  feelin' symptoms that bit me 
I feel for you victims  with everything up in me (uh huh) 
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy 
Back the f*ck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi 
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts 
Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?) 
Nigga what, earthquakin' speech, woofer hissin' 
The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em 
Appropriate precaution, surroundin', certain it curtains 
I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin', the pavement 
For mental enslavement, I'm cravin', a misbehavin' savior 
America the grave for gun wavers (what?) 
The wave runners, what the blood seed again 
Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm) 
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds 
With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes 

[Method Man] 
Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye 
Four metal street soldiers, born to die 
Put 'em up yeah f*ck yeah, when it's Hammertime 
Niggaz can't be touched here, the true and livin' 
Night vision unseen, like Jean 
When I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison 
In the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin' 
To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted 
By tracks that be Tru Mastered, opposites attract 
Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself 
Til I'm felt, this ass whoopin', is bein' dealt 
Like hot peas and butter nigga, I got the belt 
What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot 
I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett 
Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien 
About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live 
Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin 
T2 Judgment comin', nobody's safe 
When I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase 
When the coppers give chase, I give em finger 
The only hip-hop singer, to tell America 
To kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya 
From this major misbehavior, heavy hands 
Layin' corners in the elevator, guard your grill 

[Cappadonna] 
I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate 
Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate 
Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin' with cha mental state 
Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate 
Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate 
Army tank, high rank, got the bank 
Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York 
To Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day 
To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's 
To PJ's, in the PJ's, equality days 
With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead 
The dog bred, snakes runnin' from red, catch dead 
Big born is on take the uniform, we perform 
Shit like gangs are now born check for new dawn 
F*ck a you Conn, you been warned, we the realest 
We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born 
("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - repeat til fade

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