Ghostface Killah (Ironman Lyrics)

Winter Warz

[originally appeared on the Don't Be a Menace soundtrack] Intro: Method Man It's on... (where your sparkle at kid) Ryzarector Break: Raekwon the Chef Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) Verse One: U-God This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's CREAM team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) hand held trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical, mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote Break: (first two lines) Verse Two: Ghostface Killer More than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, slides and attacks like a vulture Ghostface and Madison Square is on your poster Break Verse Three: Masta Killa Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That throws more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy Of the Wu and learned how to Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mentail Devils worship this like an icon They're huggin mics with the grips of a python Break Verse Four: Cappadonna (Cappachino) You heard of the rasp before but kept waiting for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to casette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me I'm comin Into your chamber like Freddy enter dreams Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O In battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you can long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got blown out the car And run over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbot Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

Box In Hand

Intro: *sung* Wu Tang will survive, no no no-no no no Wu Tang will survive Cause every time they flip a party You know the party screams and shouts Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb... [Ghostface] Get all my peoples,get all my peoples headphones All of em Lay em a death warrant Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what Let em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo Verse One: Raekwon Blend wine, who want to win mine Shorty get a ten-round for floatin With the richest, huh Flexed out, Flinstone style Your crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the Mosyin, posin for them niggaz up in Poland Rollin wax style museum, G 'em Them richest niggaz bless this Like Russian cut VVS's Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this Them niggaz over there know, Gazelle goggles And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles) Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo) Murderin' cats is like that real Verse Two: Ghostface Yo come do me somethin word to Michelob peep the Land Rov' Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in Photomat Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town We love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases Porno stations, drinkin violations, God relations 90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks Bangin earaches, lay my verse down in two takes The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin Interlude: Raekwon Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggaz, scrapin niggaz Takin play from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me? The whole shit's like wrestling What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin Verse Three: Method Man This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned Pull your plug, now you can't function There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen Many may come but few are cho-sen Pretty niggaz want to play the war po-sin When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man Holding court from my Wu, indivisible clan I see your thoughts and your hand reachin It's getting deep in this mud Cats heat seekin, for one blood Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches From the lamp I grant three wishes Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I roll One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body One hundred percent soul, individual Assholes tend to run From this PLO extortion to the one The next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly Like a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy! We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine Niggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine Get your own shit

Assissination Day

Raekwon: What? Hey yo!) Intro: [from the motion picture "The Usual Suspects"] There's no coke! What? You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke! What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke? I've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room! There's gotta be coke! There is nothing! NOTHING! Huh, uh, uh, help please! Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot* Intro Two: Master Killer It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk... It's assassination, I sta... It's assassination day... It's assassination day, I Verse One: Inspector Deck Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light Invite the fight, we all die tonight The life I lived, a 25 to life bid Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk Three G's accost in Supreme Court White lies and blackmail land me back in jail We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind It comes time I take back what was once mine Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter Devil's poisonin the birth water The earth daughter rest her head on my chest Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh Trapped in deep-water gaspin I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action Verse Two: RZA I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensabe One nation under God, indivisible With liberty and justice, the mike is in my clutches Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable Interchangable, caution flameable My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal Retrieve through your doors Seep out like sweat through the pores Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare Verse Three: Raekwon (Assassination day) First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb Action word, flowing like a blackbird God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow You won't play me like your lady Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby Final destination Haiti Verse Four: Master Killer War is extremely serious and it saddens me To have to take tings to deadly measures And have you measured and shot for no pay It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives And lures MC's to the lair With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed Temptation tempts my victim to proceed Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin My mind spits with an enormous kickback Your brain didn't absorb the impact Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback... It's assassination day, I It's assassination day It's assassination day It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy

Black Jesus

Raekwon: Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me I don't wanna here nuttin' Word Up, got to pay Yeah, Its like that right Blow his Back out, make his shoes work Aye Yo, this shit be off the knock it rock 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' nigga's 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 dunn polly dis conjunction Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner Poet designer, sharp like liners Mic of the year award, fly gear award them niggas over there be analyzing for 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 Ack's 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 mine, I blow the biggest Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treturous Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental Awwww Shit say Stark-aligist, Starks-aligist 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 building, burn a branch and get filled in Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out a million 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 hold the globe like vagina Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion Chess boxer, mic in dead body position 40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented divine universal black man representin' Similar the pure, rhyme blowin out the pore Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero renaissance rebel shadow boxin 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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