South Of The Border - Cappadonna

Rzarector in the shadow 
Tru Master in the shadow 
Golden Arms in the shadow 
12 O'clock in the shadow 
Verse 1: 
Crushed off the bag of dope  I felt pity 
My cold thoughts evole around New York City 
Evidence ?sir?  in the tunnel where the train enter 
Be the gat from the old time  86 crime  opposites attract 
My electrical shine  ?ok? polly see me downtown 
2 blue cops wit Rollie Fingers 
We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers 
Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers 
Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows 
My rap shot's hot but suppose you get 
Caught up in the mix, a ?non fix? of convicts 
Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic 
Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit 
2 face, they cliques be getting rubbed like vicks 
Right off the dirty water, south of the border 
Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters 
To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting 
The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm 
Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist 
My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it 
Travel wit the rich, politic 
Put your money on my dick 
Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy 
Park Hill, Staten Island seal 
Rock the real to real, we ?high hill deep? 
Creep, sweep beats off they feet 
Teach in the cracks of the street 
My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat 
South of the border 
Shaolin in the shadow 
Medina in the shadow 
The Emerald City in the shadow 
Verse 2: 
Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound 
Splash you, I'm still the best in town 
Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment 
My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent 
More time is spent wise 
Chamb