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Long Beach Dub Allstars - Silent lyrics
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
 Yeah, six o'clock in the morning
 That's right, you gotta get your darts right
 Spray ya'll niggas on some marksman shit]
 [Ghostface Killah]
 I got ready to graze
 Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy
 Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin' me
 The whole place was standin', G
 What they chant, we was family
 Jumped in the crowd and I swam to sea
 Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me
 Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all three
 Say, yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
 Versace, banana color robes and my socks be
 Them Billie Jean shits and they real Rocky
 The fans can't knock me
 I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me
 Plus I'm cocky, bitch
 [Streetlife]
 Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face
 Cop patrol couldn't control the place
 I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate
 The signs up, yellin', "We love your tape!"
 I'm sorry I took so long, didn't mean to make ya'll wait
 But good things take time to createLong Beach Dub Allstars - Silent - http://motolyrics.com/long-beach-dub-allstars/silent-lyrics.html
 You can find me, in your studio
 Half baked, eatin' ganja cake
 Tryin' to make my next release date
 With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate
 You know a brother bond is hard to break
 When we perform we cause the Earth to shake
 Ain't nuthin' change, it's still those same niggas you love to hate
 GZA...
 [GZA]
 I set examples over amplified samples
 That's scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample
 On those fell victim, body loss they souls
 These beats when I picked 'em
 Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold
 RZA paid the roll, GZA buries the scrolls
 Then months later it was, then years later it was
 Written on loose leaf, that old formula
 That was stolen by new thieves
 The journalist watched it, critics couldn't knock it
 A piece of history that they carried in they pocket
 With the time factor, speed was the order of the day
 What a delay, they were able to, what he would say
 Why waste the slot time, of the ridiculous rhyme
 That's only excused by a generous mind
 I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans
 'Til I turned rap villes into harvested lands








