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Anonymous asked in Entertainment & MusicPolls & Surveys · 1 decade ago

How can I keep from singing?

Seriously, i can't stop singing.

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    As we return, to the 36 Chambers

    The RZA, the GZA, the Ol Dirty BZA

    U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah

    And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure

    Don't forget about the Masta, yo

    Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin'

    Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt

    Your stamina level is low, like currents from

    The volts of relentless punishment that multiplies

    At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry

    Peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically

    Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded

    By this total square mileage of violence that I brung

    I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics

    The rigorous training methods of the Abbott

    Incite overseas to opposition, penetrates then infiltrates

    Breakin' down your resistance, leavin' competition defenseless

    Masta, Hip-hop antagonizer

    Dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer

    Psssh, yo, pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk

    Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke

    Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke

    Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke

    Face the inferno, maestro, pull it

    Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet

    Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger

    See me on the streets, address me stone bringer

    Ease away, freeze back, feedback

    Play out in sweet action packed rap

    Bite it, stomp on a beat

    Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas

    Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses

    Cock back my tongue like a hammer

    My head is like a nickel-plated bammer

    Spit forty-five caliber grammar

    At the speed of wind makes you bleed within

    Crack your skull, without penetratin' your skin

    Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols

    Spent the weekend programmin' fat tracks at Camp Cristal

    Home on the range, rebel with a pen

    Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in

    Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels

    Say my **** holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in

    The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya

    I ain't gotta life one ******' finga

    Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer

    We duckin' the subpeona

    Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

    Check the 150 millimeter, heater

    As it blows holes through your ******' speaker

    Makin' you weaker creepin' inches centimeters

    Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin

    That go to Masapeaqua

    Things'll never be the same, after this one

    Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one

    Recognize the Gods came for one accord

    For one mind and one cause, that's the **** Son

    Play them crows out position

    You might hear me but you don't listen

    Competition come and get some on

    Red marker still bleedin', through the paper

    Of his sick premeditated, murder caper

    I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch

    Watch Street eat 'em up, cold crush, bumrush

    Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed

    Y'all ****** can't **** with us

    Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin' me

    Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street

    Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar

    It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so ha lo ha

    Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush

    Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change

    Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind

    It's like, stalkin' through your airport with a chunky nine

    The undervolt Staten New York

    Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take 'em to court

    It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered

    Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block

    Yo, it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair

    Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest

    Keeps the iron, where the head rest for the conquest

    Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays

    Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced

    By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape

    These crime situations, I stay in man formation

    And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain

    P.L.O. slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo

    Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro

    I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos

    My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno

  • 1 decade ago

    Try to listen to music in your mind, hum, whistle, or just tape your mouth shut.

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    Slit Your Throat

    Give us all peace and Quiet

  • 1 decade ago

    Start reading or typing something important.

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  • 1 decade ago

    have you heard of the word Duck Tape??

  • 1 decade ago

    Stick your head in the toilet

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    Tape your mouth :P

  • 1 decade ago

    if you kill yourself, i guess you won't be able to sing.

    Or go to china, i hear they don't like expressions of individuals...

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