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Marvel (Ghostface Killah)
   
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Title: Marvel
Album: Ironman
Artist: Ghostface Killah
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ft. RZA [Ghf] Yeah [RZA] Word... these bitches be buggin God Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin [Ghf] Yeahcheck it out y'all one two We back up in this joint! What? Check the fly shit... yeah Don't black out on me [Verse One: Ghostface] Yoblack man watch outshe salt-water trout Al Deuce dug her back outinside the dugout Heard the pussy was goodbig niggaz fell victim Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian She know magicsoakin wet pussy on the matress Skin like Cleopatra'sthe leading actress She been fuckin since we went to fourteenlook at Miss Thing With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline She's a big girl nowwith a body that growl Likewise murder trialsmile attract crowds Most niggazwould light the lord over this broad Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor Little kids daydream of humping wildflower Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera [Verse Two: RZA] Fat-ass whips big assescolorful lips Wide hipsballer kitschrome dipped wearing blue kicksplus jeans boomin beats Loud horn beepscrowded streetsthe fusion yo the heat is onnever too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricadesidewalk crowded like parades The arena now presentde event of the decade Long braids and fadesbaldheadsspangle waves extensionsnails Fridayjust got paid Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family That shines Godly light Upon this hip-hop artformyo Dunn We can't be measured by no chartthe God brung Never bust premature for sure You want it rawlet me plant my dynamite bitch deep inside your corethe explosion stops the menstration Causes stomach inflation Patiently waiting nine months for deportation Of the Earth from the Moonblack woman stay in tune Yo Godlet me pour y'all the science about the womb It's a black hole for those who lose control Fertile soil before you are wise And spoiled many men and took many lives And all you brothers changed sides Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside  

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