Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah - Iron Maiden (feat. Cappadonna & Raekwon) lyrics

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(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 />

<br />

(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 />

<br />

[Chorus: Raekwon]<br />

<br />

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 />

<br />

(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 />

<br />

[(Break) Raekwon:]<br />

<br />

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 />

<br />

[(Chorus) x 2]<br />

<br />

Sit back<br />

<br />

[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 />

<br />

(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.)

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