| Aiyo, 9th Prince, let’s flash it back
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| Illest, this is how I see it
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| Let 'em know, ya’ll get ready
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| Yo, as my mind travel, my brain unravel
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| All my past life, rough like gravel
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| Reminisce on the first time I met Killa Sin
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| He came through to help me, with some beef I had in Port Richmond
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| And ever since then, we been the best of friends
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| As time pass, I asked him to join the Killarmy squadron
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| Yeah, we formed like Voltron, 9th Prince was the head
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| Around the time, Islord was on the run from the feds
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| At the same time, Raekwon and Ghostface was doing Cuban Linx
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| This is, before The RZA had them sharp ass rings
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| When hip hop was just starting to bling bling
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| I knew Dom Pachino, since we was kids
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| I told him, when shit blow up, I’m coming back to get the kid
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| And that’s what I did, I came through, Soldiers of Darkness was blowing up too
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| I told Beretta 9 and ShoGun, to meet me in New York
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| Because Wu-Tang is popping off like corks
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| And it’s almost our time to shine, that’s when we started
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| Recording, Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars
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| With the illest rhymes, we didn’t care about radio
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| Biggie or 2Pac, or west coast hip hop
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| This was the time, '96, before Makaveli got the crucifix
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| I was on some shit, a young Madman who spit with acid
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| On records that became classics
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| This is the illest shit I ever wrote (respect & loyalty)
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| Knowhatimean, let’s go
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| I remember, youknowhatimean, we used to be up all night
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| Me, Islord, RZA, you know, Rae, Ghost and Meth, Deck
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| Youknowhatimean, just snapping on each other all night
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| Shit, cracking jokes and shit, man, word, back in '93
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| To be continued, Dirty Weaponry performing at murder venues
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| Our lyrics was sharp like a gensu
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| I remember when I first met Killah Priest
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| I remember when I first learned about the mark of the beast
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| I remember cracking jokes on Rae, Deck and Meth
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| Up all night, to the break of light, we never slept
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| I remember when Nas did Verbal Intercourse
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| I remember when Rae and Ghost was mad
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| When Biggie was named King of New York on the cover of The Source
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| I remember when we used to call Meth, the Cookie Monster
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| But he was our brother, and we could play like that with one another
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| I remember, when Ghost wanted to buy the Killarmy name
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| But I didn’t sell it for money, cuz we was next in the game
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| Next in the Killa Bee Hall of Fame
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| I remember when Killa Sin bagged Alicia Keys in the hotel lobby
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| We was on tour with Bobby
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| I remember when Dom P and Beretta almost fucked Brandy and Tatyiana Ali
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| Cuz they was Killarmy in your galaxy
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| I remember, when me and Killah Priest battled Canibus in Atlanta after a party
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| Rae and RZA Was loving it, hardbody
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| I remember when I first met Shyheim
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| We was younger than our teens, and already starting to scheme and dream
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| On how to do things, and shine like kings
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| See alotta ya’ll dudes out there don’t know the history
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| Ya’ll don’t know the 9th Prince history
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| Ya’ll don’t know the Killarmy history
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| You know, ya’ll don’t know the muthafucking Wu-Tang history
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| I remember them days, when niggas was family for real
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| Youknow? |
| Killah Priest, what up, son
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| Killa Sin, what up, son
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| Killarmy, what up, niggas
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| This is the illest shit I ever wrote
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| This is the illest shit I ever wrote
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| And the realest, the realest shit I ever wrote
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| Pay attention, verbal henchmen |