Ghostface Killah - Iron Maiden (feat. Cappadonna & Raekwon) lyrics
rate me(feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna)<br />
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[Intro: (from the motion picture "Fresh")]<br />
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(What you doin' on our turf, punk?<br />
Got a message for Smokey.<br />
Give it.<br />
You Smokey, man?<br />
Give it!<br />
If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message<br />
Motherfucker, I said gimme the message!<br />
It's from Willie, in the slam.<br />
Nigga, you been busted?<br />
Yeah, the man picked me up.<br />
Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message.<br />
Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to<br />
keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick<br />
around for awhile.<br />
Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like<br />
you?<br />
Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just<br />
me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!)<br />
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(Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh)<br />
(Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one)<br />
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[Raekwon:]<br />
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Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs<br />
Deluxe rap cavaliers<br />
Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs<br />
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[Chorus: Raekwon]<br />
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Sit back jollyin'<br />
My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'<br />
Drug Somalians pollyin'<br />
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[Verse One: Raekwon]<br />
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Many raps they crochetin'<br />
Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin'<br />
But haven't been payin'<br />
For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear<br />
Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade<br />
Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid<br />
Guzzle this shit like Gatorade<br />
Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede<br />
Connectin' with the hot style is done<br />
Light up a chalis<br />
I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest<br />
Come on now, long-dick style<br />
Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out<br />
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally<br />
Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be<br />
Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean<br />
Skiin' off by P.M.<br />
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians<br />
Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians<br />
The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on<br />
When I go bury me wit Valow on<br />
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(They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I<br />
get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad)<br />
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[Verse Two: Ghostface]<br />
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'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrust<br />
Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus<br />
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label<br />
Hittin' white-label, left the Winnebago unstable<br />
Smooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin'<br />
Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay<br />
Kicked up, mack, max motion<br />
Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent<br />
Louisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadryl<br />
The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill<br />
Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches<br />
My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless<br />
Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror<br />
Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura<br />
We sit back on Malayan islands<br />
Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin'<br />
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[(Break) Raekwon:]<br />
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Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huh<br />
Uh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin'<br />
Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh<br />
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[(Chorus) x 2]<br />
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Sit back<br />
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[Verse Three: Cappadonna]<br />
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Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard<br />
Rap para-medical the wizard<br />
Cappadonna, never caterin' to none<br />
My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter<br />
You oughta five thousand back across the water<br />
My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory<br />
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental<br />
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew<br />
One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'<br />
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'<br />
For violatin' my position,<br />
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission<br />
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance<br />
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence<br />
Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy<br />
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me<br />
'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day<br />
Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel<br />
Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal<br />
Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'<br />
Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'<br />
When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle<br />
I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical<br />
Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin'<br />
Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'<br />
From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare<br />
I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair<br />
Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom<br />
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it<br />
Gimme my rewards<br />
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(The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin'<br />
out. I want 'em gotten. 'Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be<br />
taken off of here. That's right.)
