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    Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean?  For all the niggas, in
    New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin'
    changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real
    (shit's still real)... Yo (Yo)

    CHORUS:  [AZ]
    Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash, while the crab thinkin'
    niggas keep they mind on ass
    I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last
    Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
    Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
    Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?

    AZ: {Verse One}
    You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen
    We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things
    Born & destined, hands on many investments
    Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence
    Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size
    The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise
    Detour, poverty zone, police war
    Going through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more
    Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner
    Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner
    Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace
    Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate
    Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive
    Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit
    To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone
    We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone
    600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it
    Sex got drained from it
    The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds
    To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need....indeed

    Partial Chorus: [AZ] {starts after need}
    Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
    Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?

    RZA: {Verse Two}
    Whips & full clips & pussy lips
    Rubber grips attached to hips
    Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura
    Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva
    Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin'
    God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden
    And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches
    Who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches
    Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress
    You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample wit out the glitches
    Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel
    Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental
    Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat
    Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he
    Left all he heard was the echo from the shot
    Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock
    Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses
    New York, been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red
    More black lies done shed through
    Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue
    Boned out until we zone out, no doubt
    Chickenheads beg for the 9 inch Applehead
    Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum
    Nine months later comes the ovary explosion
    Bitch you stupid?  A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it
    When I reign the truth on your brain you muted
    Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig
    We addin' more knowledge to your wig


    AZ (RZA) {sometimes overlapping each other}
    (Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I
    mean?) Holdin' it down stamp of approval, you know? (Get ya brain
    washed, you know what I'm sayin'?  Get ya muscle tendered & straight)
    No doubt, no doubt
    (Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?)
    The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is
    (Aight) Armageddon

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