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Ghostface Killah - Iron Maiden lyrics
(feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna) [Intro: (from the motion picture "Fresh")] (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 yo' 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' 1-3. 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. Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you? Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn '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 [Chorus: Raekwon] Sit back jollyin' My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an' Drug Somalians pollyin' [Verse One: Raekwon] Many raps they crochetin' Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin' But haven't been payin' For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear 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 style is done Light up a chalis I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest Come on now, long-dick style Niggas on the hit out, ay 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 thirty-two Arabians The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on When I go bury me wit Valow 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) [Verse Two: Ghostface] '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' [(Break) Raekwon:] Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huh Uh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin' Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh [(Chorus) x 2] Sit back [Verse Three: Cappadonna] Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard Rap para-medical the wizard Cappadonna, never caterin' to none My microphone and three verse 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'a old school just go infernal Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin' Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin' When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical 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 rewards (The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin' out. I want 'em gotten. 'Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be taken off of here. That's right.) |
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