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    Tony Touch

    The Abduction

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    (feat. Wu-Tang Clan)
    [GZA]
    Okay.. the GZA
    Tony Touch classic, knowhatImsayin?
    We gonna bang yall, in the head one time
    Blaze up on yall one time real fast (Do the mix and all that shit)
    Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo thang)
    Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?
    (Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down yo)
    I take yall niggas straight, +Beneath the Surface+
    to the core, if it aint raw its worthless
    Pentab professional, hold the ink
    while river rats fall off the raft and sink
    Tony let a brother Touch, twenty bar rush
    The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust
    Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
    Quick to quake a label-mate
    The sound came outta rusted crate
    Surrounded by cobwebs
    Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds
    On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow
    Wu-Tang niggaz they shine and make the mic glow
    [Masta Killa]
    We killin all gorillin with all that screwfacin
    Pacin back and forth looking savage, stop it
    [RZA aka Bobby Digital]
    Whether plugged in or plugged out
    Iron drill mugged or thugged out
    Blood in or blood out, son was bugged out
    Might look at you and slice you
    Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop
    Who the fuck you think let yall wild niggas in
    Allowed you to put down ya guns, and raise ya pen
    Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we dont fuck with no pig
    We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
    Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
    Dont worry about the weed or pussy, I read books
    Im liable to matecha king with three rooks
    You see the Wu W raised in black fists
    Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will scratch this
    The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 Gs
    was only appraised at fourty-two
    Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude
    of people, who would trade gold for food
    I heard boars head killed more than nuclears warhead
    Or street serfs who walk around dressed in all red
    Bobby Digi said if you ever in Compton or Long Beach
    Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis wit a nice piece
    [Masta Killa]
    Penetrate on mix tape, with the legislation
    Illustrate constant elevation
    Spark friction, Shawshank Golden Arm Redemption
    Endorsed my the Masta inscription signature
    [Inspecta Deck]
    Off top my unorthodox style of attack
    is like Hannibal rollin on elephants backs
    Pack a long barrel, bustin off strong ammo
    My light so vast I cast twenty foot shadows
    First family, fifth cappo, micro to macro
    Load it in ya head play it back slow
    Act like you know, this is no drill
    Murderous rap revealed goin for kill
    On these New York city sidewalks we walk
    Camoflauge, dodgin the eyes of the hawk
    Kani Sport, totin the fifth, slidin off
    My live source movin across with brute force
    Bloodsport, anymore heads face the blade
    Fakers must fade, the stakes are now raised
    Words of murder, suspense, and intrigue
    Make major league niggaz show signs of fatigue
    My Killer Bees span wider than seven seas
    Squeeze on MCs, with bullet train speed
    Tonys Touch create more gold than Midas
    Ya highness, all in ya head, like ya hair stylus
    [Ghostface Killa]
    Frosty mug, big ring leaders top secret thug
    Lampin in cheaters Orenthal with the murder glove
    Boat of the town, devilish grin look peculiar
    Swung on this faggot, knocked the windows outta Silvias
    Timbs got scuffed up, my ankles got sprained, thats my word
    To ever single seat I smack flames
    Staten Islands bayside of teachers of Elijah
    Thrown out the temple, non-calodic wit the father
    Nicknames Pudding, Clarence 13X before the Will Smiths
    and the limelights of Cuba Gooding
    Lost in the cosmos, explodin through a quasar
    Be duckin pulsars, organic stay still be the Gods
    Tony Touch, Tony Touch
    Word up
    Big Face Ghost in effect
    [ The Abduction Lyrics ]
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