Ghostface Killah
Ironman
Daytona 500
We are the G-O-D's
And we came to rock, the spot
Like Ironman Starks
They be the illest MCs in the world today
Cappa, Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down your beers
Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Bees
[Raekwon]
Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street astrologists
Light up the mic God, acknowledge this
Fly joints that carried your points
Corolla Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Repel on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
Run in his cribo, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate, take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Drake
Thugs they be booin and screwin, we canoein
Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your union
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle
On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We losin em
Jet to the stash in New Jerusalem
Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the older God, build with the Sun and the Star
Chorus:
All these MCs start realizin
That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibin
The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest
But if your skills are weak you better step behind us
[Ghostface Killah]
Mercury raps is rough then God just show like taps
Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat
Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes
Voice be metal like Von Harper radio barber
Murder sleepaway camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
Slayin all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings
Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's rolex was rockless, Chef ragtop is spotless
I'm Ironman, no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy
True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deliing
Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians
Chorus
[Cappadonna]
Give me the the fifty thou, small bills
My gold plate, my slang kills
My Benz spills, what up Lils
Murder one dunn
Killer Bee stung, guess who back home son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The man had a big dick style, beware goons
Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, pull up the grill
Check out the mad skills
Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it
Jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang sweep it
Out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter
Spoil the rotten Donna too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked
'96, my ill sound clash is still hot
Get yourself shot
Chorus
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