Ghostface Killah
Ironman
Iron Maiden
"What you doin on our turf punk?"
"Got a message for Smokey."
"Give it."
"You Smokey, man?"
"Give it!"
"If you ain't Smokey, it ain't your motherfuckin message."
"Motherfucker I said gimme the message!"
"It's from Willie, in the slam."
"Nigga, you been busted?"
"Yeah, the man picked me up."
"Well I ain't got no fuckin time to play witchu. Now gimme the message."
"Willie's in Warwick, doin 1 to 3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to
keep cool. He be out one way or another, quick. Maybe I could stick around
for awhile."
"Nah, that's out man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like
you?"
"Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Bang em!) Just me and you, motherfucker,
just me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin eye!"
(Portrayin, won't be payin. Uh huh, Uh huh)
(Yeah, no doubt no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one)
[Raekwon]
Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers, give em theirs
Sit back jollyin
My team be gamin like three card Rolly an
Drug Somalians pollyin
Many raps they crochetin
Hey yo Iron, these niggas portrayin
But haven't been payin
For real, slide on these niggas like fresh pairs
Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade
Throw a blade, fuck gettin laid
Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede
Connectin with the hot stylist dunn
Light up a chalis
I run with nuttin but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long-dick style
Niggas on the hit out, hey yo Iron bite my shit out
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doin this century kid, just meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like 32 Arabians
The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on
When I go bury me wit Valor on
(They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first.
Then after I get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do.
Fuck em up bad.)
[Ghostface Killah]
Sho nuff, hit the bank and thrust
Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
Hittin white label, left the Winnebago unstable
Smooth sailin, walked in, my earth started kneelin
Started stealin
I'm too ill, see we're bellin at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max motion
Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent
Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck benadryl
The violin in "Knowledge God" sounded ill
Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless
Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura
We sit back on Malayan Islands
Sippin mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin
[Raekwon]
Sit back jollyin, uh huh uh huh, uh huh uh huh
Sit back jollyin, uh huh uh huh, uh huh uh huh
Sit back jollyin
My team be gamin like three card Rolly an
Drug Somalians pollyin
Sit back jollyin
My team be gamin like three card Rolly an
Drug Somalians pollyin
Sit back
[Cappadonna]
Deep meditation sound orientated
War the blizzard
Rap paramedical the wizard
Cappadonna, never caterin to none
My microphone and three verses weigh a ton of slaughter
You oughta five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin, Park Hill profilin
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin
For violatin my position
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
Cause I'm P.L.O. T-K-O every day
Dancehall general, party fanatic colonel
Cappadonna son of old school just go infernal
Veteran for rappin with the new set of rule of hard rappin
'96 jive, I keep the live crowd clappin
When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methical
Every evenin I have a by myself meetin
Thinkin who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin
From my mental slangin, bitchin rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my wards
(The way I, the way I wanna get em, I want em gotten it.
I want em layin out, I want em gotten it.
Cause niggas need to be got. He need to be taken off of here. That's right.)
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