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Think Differently

๐Ÿ‘ค Casual, Rock Marciano, Vordul Mega & Tragedy Khadafi โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Think Differently Music: Wu-Tang Meets the Indie Culture โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:33
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โฑ๏ธ 4:33 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

It go; gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer
I live on the block, where dudes bust they knocks
Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks
Niggas hop my fence, to run from cops
See I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggas do
Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence
You only been involved in domestic violence
Nigga, I chase Remis with Long Islands
Catch us in the club, doing them long, wiling
The microphone marvelous, this Marvin Haggler
It's so obvious, in the lobby, suave and dressed
Where the party is? Round trip, flight to LaGuardia
Nobody dodge, when we walk through the audience
Dolo, with more dough to blow though
For sure though, slide one deep in a four door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload
And the Pope can't save your soul, what I unfold
Was written in gold, hieroglyphic Egyptian scroll
Streets I've been in, from the beginning I'm a legend
Never flee up from my enemies, shots I'm sending
Musical martyr like John Lennon, from the beginning
Spit with a vengeance, semi-automatic weapon repping
Calm stop, warlock like David Geffen
Blowin' ox', like oxygen, out of my nostrils
Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die
Two gorgeous divas, blowing the heaters down the ride
To the, end of the earth, through hell, water and fire
Queens Messiah, camouflage black attire
Magnum opus, top five, dead or alive
The feds focus my militants, swervin' the lotus
Mossberg in the hostess, I write it then release it
Then I, bless the street, giving birth to soldiers
Rolls gold, King Tut piece, flooded with boulders
I praise Allah, make this a lot, facing the east
This is for them black and white babies, starving to eat, Think Differently
Poverty stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking
Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion
Niggas listen, what I'm spitting is hard as prison
Benches in the trenches, grym intentions, twin Doberman pinchers
Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's just business, no disrespect intended
To he who feel offended, a beat down cannot be prevented
Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee fitted
Switch three, be hanging niggas, squeeze three eighty triggers
Used to fuck my babysitters, now I whip Mercedes-Benz'
I stand alone, cause I'm grown, for me to crush the Walkman
Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go bro
Word to JoMo, the kid in the polo, got the world in a yo-yo
Your happy meal skills is still, no frills
Cook ckrills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel
Or rocking mills, your hospital bill
Blood from your nostril spill, it's not looking well
When I lick off shots, the hostages yell
Chopper fell like ox tail, your optic's swell
Ninjas with blades, raised from jungles of wolves
In hoods, where hammers bark and the tennis spark
Police on radar, so we stay fogged up
Puffin' blunts, sippin' Goose, and damage
God Damn it's hard, but still, we gettin' by like rhino's
Ones that peel, crucified on the Earth, for guns and needles
Nine inches, hurt, I cause stitches, build
With Gods on track, suffering visible scars, it's hard to relax
Ready to spaz, no weed, thirst for cash, times moving fast
We like cheaters with masks, lighting cheeba and hash
Tryin' to balance the steps, screaming, we need freedom
Tired of bleeding, where ego's let out of evil
Town is of death, no time for weakness
Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:33.81] It go; gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa
[00:37.09] I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer
[00:39.71] I live on the block, where dudes bust they knocks
[00:42.63] Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks
[00:45.47] Niggas hop my fence, to run from cops
[00:48.25] See I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggas do
[00:51.12] Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence
[00:53.82] You only been involved in domestic violence
[00:56.68] Nigga, I chase Remis with Long Islands
[00:59.69] Catch us in the club, doing them long, wiling
[01:02.50] The microphone marvelous, this Marvin Haggler
[01:05.03] It's so obvious, in the lobby, suave and dressed
[01:08.07] Where the party is? Round trip, flight to LaGuardia
[01:11.06] Nobody dodge, when we walk through the audience
[01:13.89] Dolo, with more dough to blow though
[01:16.72] For sure though, slide one deep in a four door
[01:19.68] I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo
[01:22.38] Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload
[01:25.36] And the Pope can't save your soul, what I unfold
[01:28.03] Was written in gold, hieroglyphic Egyptian scroll
[01:30.83] Streets I've been in, from the beginning I'm a legend
[01:33.24] Never flee up from my enemies, shots I'm sending
[01:36.17] Musical martyr like John Lennon, from the beginning
[01:38.95] Spit with a vengeance, semi-automatic weapon repping
[01:42.09] Calm stop, warlock like David Geffen
[01:44.58] Blowin' ox', like oxygen, out of my nostrils
[01:47.43] Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die
[01:50.46] Two gorgeous divas, blowing the heaters down the ride
[01:53.00] To the, end of the earth, through hell, water and fire
[01:55.97] Queens Messiah, camouflage black attire
[01:58.78] Magnum opus, top five, dead or alive
[02:01.61] The feds focus my militants, swervin' the lotus
[02:04.47] Mossberg in the hostess, I write it then release it
[02:07.50] Then I, bless the street, giving birth to soldiers
[02:10.15] Rolls gold, King Tut piece, flooded with boulders
[02:12.94] I praise Allah, make this a lot, facing the east
[02:16.35] This is for them black and white babies, starving to eat, Think Differently
[02:20.07] Poverty stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking
[02:22.27] Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion
[02:24.64] Niggas listen, what I'm spitting is hard as prison
[02:27.47] Benches in the trenches, grym intentions, twin Doberman pinchers
[02:30.47] Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat endless
[02:32.88] Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
[02:35.83] The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
[02:38.73] For seven digits, it's just business, no disrespect intended
[02:41.68] To he who feel offended, a beat down cannot be prevented
[02:44.66] Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee fitted
[02:47.32] Switch three, be hanging niggas, squeeze three eighty triggers
[02:50.37] Used to fuck my babysitters, now I whip Mercedes-Benz'
[02:53.02] I stand alone, cause I'm grown, for me to crush the Walkman
[02:56.16] Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York
[02:58.70] Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go bro
[03:01.27] Word to JoMo, the kid in the polo, got the world in a yo-yo
[03:04.43] Your happy meal skills is still, no frills
[03:07.06] Cook ckrills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel
[03:09.76] Or rocking mills, your hospital bill
[03:12.41] Blood from your nostril spill, it's not looking well
[03:15.39] When I lick off shots, the hostages yell
[03:18.43] Chopper fell like ox tail, your optic's swell
[03:21.32] Ninjas with blades, raised from jungles of wolves
[03:23.77] In hoods, where hammers bark and the tennis spark
[03:26.72] Police on radar, so we stay fogged up
[03:29.43] Puffin' blunts, sippin' Goose, and damage
[03:31.94] God Damn it's hard, but still, we gettin' by like rhino's
[03:35.03] Ones that peel, crucified on the Earth, for guns and needles
[03:38.29] Nine inches, hurt, I cause stitches, build
[03:41.49] With Gods on track, suffering visible scars, it's hard to relax
[03:45.29] Ready to spaz, no weed, thirst for cash, times moving fast
[03:49.36] We like cheaters with masks, lighting cheeba and hash
[03:52.36] Tryin' to balance the steps, screaming, we need freedom
[03:55.63] Tired of bleeding, where ego's let out of evil
[03:58.44] Town is of death, no time for weakness
[04:00.94] Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete
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