GhostFace Killer - Winter Warz lyrics
rate meIt's on<br />
Where your sparkle at kid?<br />
Ryzarector<br />
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Yes the shit is raw, comin' at your door<br />
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more<br />
Yes the hour's four, I told you before<br />
Prepare for mic fights and plus the cold war<br />
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This rhyme you digest through the RZA console<br />
Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole<br />
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Notre Dame<br />
Golden Arms is bronze, Buddha palm hit Quaran<br />
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It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme<br />
Supreme team, America's Cream team, redeemed<br />
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone<br />
Gun POW to the dome<br />
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And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge<br />
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge<br />
One dose of my ferocious hand held trigga cuts<br />
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed when you get touched<br />
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And critical, mic cords, hangin' like umbilical<br />
Cords, dope swords, five star general<br />
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat<br />
Through the fully operational, hand held tote<br />
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Yes the shit is raw, comin' at your door<br />
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more<br />
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More than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done<br />
I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it<br />
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected<br />
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic<br />
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You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes<br />
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges<br />
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind<br />
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear<br />
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Sit back and let the king explore<br />
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords<br />
And his name, black attacks the nerve like migraines<br />
With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains<br />
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Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this<br />
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this<br />
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks<br />
A duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black<br />
My culture, slides and attacks like a vulture<br />
Ghostface and Madison Square is on your poster<br />
<br />
Yes the shit is raw, comin' at your door<br />
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more<br />
Yes the hour's four, I told you before<br />
Prepare for mic fights and plus the cold war<br />
<br />
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect<br />
That throws more body bags than apartments in projects<br />
And as far as the coroners know<br />
The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow<br />
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Put on by my family brought to the academy<br />
Of the Wu and learned how to<br />
Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly<br />
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit<br />
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MC's submit to the will as I kill your<br />
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mentail<br />
Devils worship this like an icon<br />
They're huggin' mics with the grips of a python<br />
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Yes the shit is raw, comin' at your door<br />
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more<br />
Yes the hour's four, I told you before<br />
Prepare for mic fights and plus the cold war<br />
<br />
You heard of the rasp before but kept waiting<br />
For the sun of song, I keep dance halls strong<br />
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong<br />
Extravaganza, time sits still<br />
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No propaganda, be wary of the skill<br />
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum<br />
Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome<br />
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat<br />
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CD massacre, murder to cassette<br />
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothin' yet<br />
One man ran, tryin' to get away from it<br />
Put your bifocal on, watch me I'm comin'<br />
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Into your chamber like Freddy enter dreams<br />
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme<br />
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat<br />
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map<br />
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Nowhere to go except next show bro<br />
Entertainin' motherfuckers can't stop O<br />
In battlin', you don't want me to start tattlin'<br />
All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep rattlin'<br />
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Bitch, you ain't got nothin' on the rich<br />
Every other day my whole dress code switch<br />
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry<br />
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry<br />
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Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen<br />
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out<br />
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill<br />
See my face on the twenty dollar bill<br />
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Cash it in, and get ten dollars back<br />
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax<br />
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve<br />
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf<br />
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And smoke a blunt, and dial 9 1 7 1 6 0 4 9 3 11<br />
And you can long dick hip-hop affection<br />
I damage any MC who step in my direction<br />
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard<br />
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Niggaz still talkin' that shit is absurd<br />
My repertoire is U.S.S.R., P.L.O. style got blown out the car<br />
And run over, by the Method Man jeep<br />
Divine can't define my style is so deep<br />
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Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy<br />
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine<br />
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design<br />
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind<br />
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'Cuz you weak in the knees like SWV<br />
Tryin' to get a title like Wu Killa Bee<br />
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbot<br />
Me and RZA ridin' name printed in the tablet<br />
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Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years<br />
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers<br />
And blunt power, born physically power speakin'<br />
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin'
