paroles de chanson The Abduction - Tony Touch
Okay.
the
GZA
Tony
Touch
classic,
knowhatI'msayin?
We
gonna
bang
why'all,
in
the
head
one
time
Blaze
up
on
why'all
one
time
real
fast
(Do
the
mix
and
all
that
shit)
Knamsayin,
word
up
(Make
it
make
it
a
record
real
quick,
do
yo'
thang)
Throw
ya
seatbelts
on,
ahhight?
(Yeah,
hook
it
up,
make
it
a
record,
get
down
yo)
I
take
why'all
niggas
straight,
+Beneath
the
Surface+
To
the
core,
if
it
ain't
raw
its
worthless
Pentab
professional,
hold
the
ink
While
river
rats
fall
off
the
raft
and
sink
Tony
let
a
brother
Touch,
twenty
bar
rush
The
way
we
push
through
equivalent
to
rocket
thrust
Allah
just,
I
lay
it
for
the
mix
tapes
Quick
to
quake
a
label-mate
The
sound
came
outta
rusted
crate
Surrounded
by
cobwebs
Beat
smooth
enough
to
slide
through
like
bobsleds
On
a
cold
white
snow,
plus
with
the
right
flow
Wu-Tang
niggaz
they
shine
and
make
the
mic
glow
We
killin
all
gorillin
with
all
that
screwfacin
Pacin
back
and
forth
looking
savage,
stop
it
Whether
plugged
in
or
plugged
out
Iron
drill
mugged
or
thugged
out
Blood
in
or
blood
out,
son
was
bugged
out
Might
look
at
you
and
slice
you
Buck
fifty
face
stupid
and
say
but
run
Nike
swoop
Who
the
fuck
you
think
let
why'all
wild
niggas
in
Allowed
you
to
put
down
ya
guns,
and
raise
ya
pen
Ruler
Zig-Zag-Zig,
we
don't
fuck
with
no
pig
We
teach
the
kids,
you
rather
have
a
bullet
or
a
word
to
your
wig
Murder
rates
increases,
bullet
holes
the
size
of
fifty
cent
pieces
Don't
worry
about
the
weed
or
pussy,
I
read
books
I'm
liable
to
mate'cha
king
with
three
rooks
You
see
the
Wu
W
raised
in
black
fists
Maybe
Tony
Touch,
Concord
needle
will
scratch
this
The
ice
cube
link
you
bought,
from
the
Jew
for
80
G's
Was
only
appraised
at
forty-two
Gazed
upon
by
the
eyes
of
multitude
Of
people,
who
would
trade
gold
for
food
I
heard
boar's
head
killed
more
than
nuclear's
warhead
Or
street
serfs
who
walk
around
dressed
in
all
red
Bobby
Digi
said
if
you
ever
in
Compton
or
Long
Beach
Break
my
sons
Doc
Doom
and
Crisis
wit
a
nice
piece
Penetrate
on
mix
tape,
with
the
legislation
Illustrate
constant
elevation
Spark
friction,
Shawshank
Golden
Arm
Redemption
Endorsed
my
the
Masta
inscription
signature
Off
top
my
unorthodox
style
of
attack
Is
like
Hannibal
rollin
on
elephant's
backs
Pack
a
long
barrel,
bustin
off
strong
ammo
My
light
so
vast
I
cast
twenty
foot
shadows
First
family,
fifth
cappo,
micro
to
macro
Load
it
in
ya
head
play
it
back
slow
Act
like
you
know,
this
is
no
drill
Murderous
rap
revealed
goin
for
kill
On
these
New
York
city
sidewalks
we
walk
Camoflauge,
dodgin
the
eyes
of
the
hawk
Kani
Sport,
totin
the
fifth,
slidin
off
My
live
source
movin
across
with
brute
force
Bloodsport,
anymore
heads
face
the
blade
Fakers
must
fade,
the
stakes
are
now
raised
Words
of
murder,
suspense,
and
intrigue
Make
major
league
niggaz
show
signs
of
fatigue
My
Killer
Bees
span
wider
than
seven
seas
Squeeze
on
MC's,
with
bullet
train
speed
Tony's
Touch
create
more
gold
than
Midas
Ya
highness,
all
in
ya
head,
like
ya
hair
stylus
Frosty
mug,
big
ring
leaders
top
secret
thug
Lampin
in
cheaters
Orenthal
with
the
murder
glove
Boat
of
the
town,
devilish
grin
look
peculiar
Swung
on
this
faggot,
knocked
the
windows
outta
Silvia's
Timb's
got
scuffed
up,
my
ankles
got
sprained,
that's
my
word
To
ever
single
seat
I
smack
flames
Staten
Island's
bayside
of
teachers
of
Elijah
Thrown
out
the
temple,
non-calodic
wit
the
father
Nickname's
Pudding,
Clarence
13X
before
the
Will
Smith's
And
the
limelights
of
Cuba
Gooding
Lost
in
the
cosmos,
explodin
through
a
quasar
Be
duckin
pulsars,
organic
stay
still
be
the
Gods
Tony
Touch,
Tony
Touch
Word
up
Big
Face
Ghost
in
effect
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