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IronmanIronmaidenWildflowerThe Faster Blade260Assassination DayPoisonous DartsWinter WarzBox In Hand RemixFishCamayDaytona 500Motherless ChildBlack JesusAfter The Smoke ClearsAll That I Got is YouThe Soul ControllerMarvelSupreme ClienteleNutmegOneSaturday NiteGhost DeiniApollo KidsThe GrainBuck 50Mighty HealthyWoodrow The Basehead SkitStay TrueWe made itStroke Of DeathIrons Theme IntermissionMalcolmWho would you fuckChilds PlayCherchez LaGhostWu Banga 101Clyde Smith SkitIrons Theme ConclusionIn The Rain|
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| Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ Popa Wu, Raekwon, U-God Album: Ironman Song: Black Jesus [Intro: Popa Wu (Raekwon)] (Burn somethin kid, time to burn) Yeah, like... you know I'm saying? Let me tell you something man You see the man is mine God You see his elevation God See through his mind... they see his elevation God Because he... this is where he just begin to know where he come from See? Some people don't have no directions God Because they don't know the science of their self See the science of life is the science of you All the elements that it took to create you Because everything in the universe God That's created in the universe, God exists in you You see what I'm saying? And that-that's the mind that you can't see Don't you think the man could take the quickness... himself inside out, pull it out and die? Inside out... (Don't you tell me that) You the creator of this (aight) because all these things must happen You see people could go back in the day and say, "Yeah God, one man and one woman, Adam and Eve, There ain't no such thing" but then you see there always has been and always will be (aight) Regardless of whom or what it's gotta be Intro: 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 [Raekwon] 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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