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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/ RZA Album: Supreme Clientele Song: The Grain "Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna see it? I'm gonna do it for you. I'm gonna do it for you. I'm gonna do it for you. I'm gonna do it for you." "New Ghostface!" [Ghostface Killah] Eh yo, deep in the trenches, wig melt, black-green beret Chrome laser guns blazin at spades Wallybes, cherry noose, Kool Aid Japan niggas for the Tai Chi, black blades One-hundred dollar seets, word up We at the opera, Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg Had ketchup on her dress from a Wopper Chilly ass necklace, must be her birthstone John Paul cop the biggest stones that are known Eyes up on the Prince, fuckin with Diana 2 rose, of course Dirty givin hickies to Viana White Fingerin Pamela Lee, we on the balcony Dare one of y'all to Malcolm X me Somebody might catch a Kennedy yo Let me adjust me lens to these binculars I paid fly jeans, slidin off like King Vitamine (Yo) Vikin, patriot of Wall Street, broads start to think I'm layin like a hyphen [RZA] Tony Starks' darts make the NARCs spark What the BizMark? Up against the boulevard Starks had the phone sparked One cop out the window, blast like a cymbol crash What the fuck, somebody tried to break glass? He flashed his badge, "License and registrations?" At that moment, his fat partner started chasin Chickenheads, they was racin with their hearts pacin Was snatchin Gold, tryin to dip into the God's basement Hour chasin, lead still shed; spread Crack shorty head, left shorty there for dead Ghetto voodoo, spankin, sticky from cheese doodoo Starvin for a fifty-cent bag of Oodles and Noodles Neighborhood sick with it, Clan 'bout to cut wit Shorty, y'all risk rap niggas need to politic Beats from the sky, they go beat you in your eye Don't tease 'em, why you be keepin 'em high? Trip like an Oreo cookie in cold milk Bones silk, gold filt cap, Wu Clan hat, low tilt True Islamic, we sting verbal rhyme phonics While y'all try to change this hip-hop to technotronics Don't go against The Grain, The Grain (x3) *singing* (Girl) Cuz of you I'm hurting Within my, within the heart I know it's not right be flirting But the relationship has to start You're the one that I'm clocking It's time for you to start jocking Dont' want you to see me cry (This is why, this is why) I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder (Eh yo, God don't fuck wit her!) I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz (Eh yo, Lord don't fuck wit her!) I rocked a hoe named Tina from the heart of Medina (Eh yo, kid don't fuck wit her!) Eh yo, that girl Kit Kat, she was a good buddha cat (Eh yo, nigga you better fuck wit her!) "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" -- Jeru the Damaja |
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