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RETURN TO WU WORLD
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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/ Cappadonna, Raekwon Album: Ironman Song: Iron Maiden [sample from "The Education of Sonny Carson"] What you doin' on our turf punk? I got a message for Smokey. Give it. Are you Smokey, man? Give it! If you ain't Smokey, ain't yo mothafuckin' message! Mothafucka, I said give me the message! It's from Willie, in the slam. Nigga, you been busted? Yeah, the MAN picked me up. Well I aint got no fuckin time to play with you. Now give me the message. Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1 to 3. Told me to tell y'all mothafuckas to keep cool. He be out one way or another, quick... Maybe I can stick around for a while? No, that's out man. You know, what could we the Lords do with a punk like you? Kiss my ass, mothafucka. Burn him! Just me and you muthafucka, just me and you! I put trademarks around your fuckin eye... Intro: No changin, you be payin uh huh, uh huh, yeah, no doubt, no doubt, it's the Wallabee champ cat yeah, suck on this one, uh huh, uh huh... [Raekwon] Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs Deluxe rap cavaliers, niggers who steal beers Give 'em theirs, sit back jollyin' My team be gamin' like three-card Rolly And drugs Somalian probablyn' Knittin' half state crochetin' Hey yo Iron these niggas cold trayin' ,but half be payin' For real slide on these niggas like fresh beer Caesar fade style usually tough grenade Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid Guzzle this shit like Gatorade, thick The wallies I got are half suede Connectin' with the high-stylers Son, light up a chalice I run with nothin' 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 But due in this century, kid, shit's meant to be Get on your knees and bless me with a (Gym)? in the Caribbean, skiin' or white bein' Snatch Canadian CREAM with Scandinavians Paladium syle, play it like thirty-two Arabians The greatest lesson is don't owe You might get stole on, When I go buryin' with the low on... [sample from "The Education of Sonny Carson"] They come to me, understand, just let me get mines first Then after I get mines, y'all can do what you want to do. Right! We gonna fuck him up bad... [Ghostface Killah] Sure enough, hit the bank and thrust Cool Nauticas, Jamie Sommers got trained in the Tour bus, we upgrade swallow raw eggs Read the label, hittin' white label Left the Winnebago unstable, smooth stealin' Left my earth star kneelin', start stealin I'm too ill, see we're wheelin' At the parlay kicked up mad, max emotion Michael Bolton magazine quote, I'm too important You reveal mix painkill rap, fuck Benadryl The violin in Knowledge God sounds ill Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches My telephone watch will leave bartenders topless Dead on the prosecutor, smack the juror Me and my girl will run like Luke and Laura We sit back and we're layin in islands Sippin' mixed drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we wildin'... Chorus: Raekwon Sit back jollyin uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh (3X) My team be gamin' like three-card Rolly', uh huh,uh huh And drugs Somalian, while sit back jollyin', uh huh, uh huh My team gamin like thee card Rolly and drugs Somalian, spyin Sit back... [Cappadonna] Deep meditation sound orientatin' war The blizzard, rap paramedical, the wizard Cappadonna never caterin' to none My microphone in three verse will wear a ton of slaughter You order five thousand back across the water My lavatory story keep me flow in with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I can blow the style like the stormy wind blew One gallon of wildin' Park Hill profilin I cut your face above fifty, short while you smilin For violatin my position I'll leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission Two tokes of my dope, one stroke of elegance Rated like the movie graph, dick tote intelligence Person to person, it be hard for you to take the trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me Cause I'm PLO, TKO everyday, dancehall general Party fanatic, cornel, Cappadonna Sonna old-school just go infernal Credited for rappin with a new set of rules Our rappin ninety-six java keep the live crowd clappin When I vowel, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mike and Shaolin spark the Methical Every evening I have a by myself meetin Thinkin who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin From my mental slangin' vision rap twist upon a warfare I brutalize, all competition catch hell here Cancel, that's what they said, threw up a ransom I jacked it stripped the beat negative Packed it, give me my rewards! [sample from "The Education of Sonny Carson"] The way, The way I want to get them I want them gotten, I want them laid out I want them gotten, cause niggas need to be got They need to be taken off of here, that's right... |
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