[Intro]
Eagle claw
The 18 monk
[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
18 monk array, shadow hand snatch your mic
[?] the crowd hype, [?], nine strikes
Crippled, injured, lost sight, ninja bite, chrome pipe
So while [?] you can bite if you like
Just make sure you spit flow tight and say my shit right
That just made the muthafuckaz up last night
So kick off your shoes and relax your feet
I murder 80 beat with techniques salary
Three thou' pack seats, wait to hear the Gods speak
Jamel Irief, High Chief, stepping in my Louis sneaks
(Steppin' in my Louis sneaks, steppin' in my Louis sneaks)
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Genetics, Gucci outlets, monks, a lot of clout check
This how they do in the Hill, get your trout wet
The stars, the Park Hill niggas on the bars
Run more laps than jets, word to cat
Adversaries get washed, meet the arson with a magnum, double R
Still grilling in a charge, used to [?]
Rugbys and drug thieves [?] every slug we got
I was the mayor and mind playa
Rhyme slayer, dime layer
25 later I'm still paidest greater
Pull a blue oozie in style, on a summar night yo
My arabian nights get foul
Commersary music, librarian with his fly nigerian
Fuck wizards and the deuces
Now we on the A train a.k.a. WK
Throw a souffle at you, this is cat food
[?] black [?] throw the goose up
Makes [?] now do something
[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
My dodge beat you over the head like iron mic
Bout to show y'all muthafuckaz with the iron light
Flows hit your face, back with the malice
Arm-Legga-Legga-Arm-and-Head, we too silent
Death to your click, ordinary rap shit
[?] clap that wack shit
Gods come around when the beef burn, cook
We in the builidng, you get your gun took
The book of life, the number one book
Like Prodigy and Havoc, we leave them devils shook
P Don, my man Killa, four children
Put it on a sheet, four million, 18 monks, 18 fronts
Big gold chain on, 18 blunts
Stab ya ass up, my state cleans stunts
You don't know the bill, nigga you dog food
Pigs out here, very unlawful
You hear that suuuu call, shit get awful
Back down when you see the clan movin' the ways
18 monks blow your ass outta space
Flying guillotine, straight decapitate
Rip anything apart that be acting strange
We blow the cameras out and we take the cake
Yeah fuck what you heard, God is great
[Outro]
Oh, the 18 monk. A challenge to fight? What is this? We've come to pay our respects and to offer our best wishes. Congratulations
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