Ghostface Killah
Ironman
Black Jesus
[Ghostface Killah]
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna hear nuttin
[Raekwon]
Word up, got to pay
Yeah, it's like that right
Blow his back out, make his shoes work
Hey yo, this shit be off the knock it rock it
Whatever cock block it
Cat get blown, who own this street corner
Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer
For real, marinatin niggas skatin
Debatin waitin, style flowinly relatin
Fine line switch it on ya like venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous king I devine
Titanium hydro collado, yo dunn done prolly this conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
Say if these niggas in effect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5 G cosigner, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear award
Them niggas over there be analyzin with one sword
Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
Nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent
Now all I need is a half gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds
Then max out like two Acks inside the parking lot
Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now, blow, clickin like a calico
Gold Maxmillion, one love keep it real yo
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rockin niggas
Peace, the summers mines, I blow the biggest
Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heiny
Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above
These mics is like the golden gloves verses spark plug
It's like the pennant, seminars the playoff
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
The specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treacherous
Leggo the eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleggo
Throwin can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Aww shit say Stark's all legit, Stark's all legit
Fried fish halibut
Pull out the bull horn and celebrate like Kunta was born
We elbowed our way inside Loud and got on
I played the buildin, burn a branch and get filled in
Like pilgrims Gin Peppridge Farms from out a millions
Who wanna rhyme? Who wanna challenge the swordsman?
That rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's
[U-God]
I hose down the place
No shots to the face
Elite special force no religion style faith
The meltin pot boil gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man handle brain killin erect my hidden
Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
Vampire curse disperse on each verse
Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth
You're hit by my element Great Wall of China
Mountain peak holds the globe like vagina
Measure off my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rollin rhythm ride the horse one hand
Golden Eye, spy vs. spy guilty of suspicion
Chessboxer, mic in dead body position
40 oz. cigar, three verse invention
Divine universal black man representin
Similar to pure, rhyme blowin out the pore
Battery in the back, keep me charged for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
Renaissance rebel shadowbox in your barrel
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
Lock down, for this curfew
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