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Iron Claw (Instrumental)[Intro:]Czar Czarface [Kendra Morris:] Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me [Inspectah Deck:] Yo Groundskeeper how I touch green No love scene, so graphic I got a cutscene Yeah, I go through it if I can't walk around it True because I do it before I talk about it [?] cold water, blowtorcher Black diamonds, blue dreams, gold Porsche I'm always on go, all the lights green General official, that's what the stripes mean You get wiped clean like a countertop I don't work in the beat, I'm like a housing cop How they thirst in the streets, it's like they out of rock No publicity stunts before the album drop What you see is real, what you heard is false All I have in this world is my word and my balls Money calling, stomach talking, hungry often Honeys hawking, haters hate, funny talking [Kendra Morris:] Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me [Ghostface Killah:] Yeah, yo We criminals on the nightshift (Nightshift) Get the billy club or the nightstick (Nightstick) Sublim stone I get right with (Right with) My murder game down to a tight knit (Tight-knit) Reputations brolic, the story is polished Not laces in my Adidas (Motherfuckers) Yeah, yeah, and I'm not from Hollis Got garlic for vampires and fake niggas who came to gossip You can't 'dress me with that bullshit, you ain't even my stylist (You acting all big now) But you ain't Christopher Wallace See your girl on her knees, she just doing a solid And the funny shit, you ain't gon' do nothing about it Have a seat over there, you should be doing the knowledge See, these young niggas'll murder you And none of these niggas never heard of you We popped a few things on the curb or two Would've had you stretched out laying vertical [Kendra Morris:] Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me Don't, don't, don't, don't push me [Esoteric:] I'm an alien from way past the moon, you see I had the shazam, the anthem, it was new to me Lunacy, puny humans try to heckle I got the filter of Bill Burr, I'm a rebel level up Poured some wine and I poured it to my face You dumb like skinny jeans on a 42-inch waist Style wild like a tangent from Anakin's grandson I call the shots like I'm shooting with a stan van gun Trailblazing, hair rising like a man bun I'm so psycho on mics, you so psycho in tights and heels Turn on a legend like Acura Keys Gat factory, I'm catching casualties (Hey, one more time, bro. Wait, what?) Nah, I like this take Popping shit at Esoteric, that your life mistake I'm a mic veteran, he like BJ penn Your future looking Bleek like you tryna be Jay's friend You put the S in wordplay, you get swordplay So you know the stabbing tracks with my forté |