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[Intro: Killah Priest (Masta Killa)] 
Let it flow, deh-deh-duh (yeah) it's on (beh-deh-deh-deh) 
(Den-e-neh) on... (yo, aiyo) 
[Chorus: reggae sample] 
Keep on knowin' what you know 
Keep on knowin' what you know 
End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains 
[Masta Killa] 
Back in '88, son was gettin' a little paper 
Caught a few stings, rocked the phat rope cables 
Pushed the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin' heat 
Pharoah garmer marks on his feet, serpents whisper 
You can smell the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to blend 
And try to befriend, to get up, underneath the skin 
My long wind'll blow ya head piece degrees 
Murder One Team, Barcelini Noodle had lean 
Microphone fiend, step into the rhythm 
This is how I'm servin' them, no need for medic attention 
I just murder them, murder them... pussy, I just murder them 
[Chorus] 
[R.A. the Rugged Man] 
I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer 
I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner 
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least blown 
It's funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown 
I'm just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my guts 
All I talk about is bitches, and bustin' nuts 
Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too much 
I'm just so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lous 
And I ain't got no fly whip, I still ride the bus 
I got Mitch Blood Green on the scene with us 
Hospitable, hitable, cooler, than Jacob who criminal 
Miracle, lyrical, take every syllable literal 
Little riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal 
Little brittle, pitiful, for so through little, you tickle, you typical 
Yeah, I talk shit, I'm cocky with it 
It's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it 
[Chorus] 
[Killah Priest] 
My mind is haunted, filled with the extension of slaves that's torment 
Slow down my steps, one foot from the grave to con it 
Our young black males, they lick pon gate 
Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell Minister "come pray" 
It's gun trade inside of smokey apartments 
Flow process, one nine, two tech, four revolvers 
Coke overballing kettels, it's like we struck oil in the ghetto's 
We supply it to addict's, the devil work 
He practice, he's like a search backwards 
Til they throw that dirt in our casket, and that's it 
I live where the fiends are nothin', just a scene of the projects, similar to 
Osama's 
An old man, at the top of the stairs, he just stare 
Cuz his mind ain't there, victim of the war 
Polar signs, the times is near 
He drop the jewels, til you buy him a beer 
He said he was a linebacker for the Bears 
Said he did it all back, while he's dryin' his tear 
Yeah, it's that real shit, that made me 
That music from the '80's, the child's of the '70's 
I live long til they bury me...

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Chains (featuring Killah Priest & Masta Killa) Lyrics by R.A. The Rugged Man

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