Ghostface Killah, MF DOOM - Chinatown Wars lyrics

Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain

[Ghostface Killah, MF DOOM - Chinatown Wars lyrics]

War, we run these streets like a renegade
Get that gwap, til the rent is paid
Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade
Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed
War, we run these streets like a renegade
Get that gwap, til the rent is paid
Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade
Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed

Aiyo, what up homie, it's Tony
Revenge is so sweet
And I move with artillery
Roaming the streets
My guns is ginormous, bullets is heatseeking
Big Brother got the eye on me
I watch how I'm speaking
And I move like a porn star in charm school
I stick everything I see
But I only take jewels
And cash rules, pills and that cocaine powder
I ain't a man, I'm a killer
Obsessed with power and revenge
I don't need friends and shiesty activities
Move alone through the City
That they call Liberty
And trust nobody but my bullets and my shotty
Carjack a fool twist his limbs like pilates
Ox' him, buck 50 stitch him, Chinatown Wars
I chop 'em up like rice in the kitchen
It's a bad decision
Starting beef with the butcher
He ain't a bleeder, I pop him son
Your man is a gusher
War, we run these streets like a renegade
Get that gwap, til the rent is paid
Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade
Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed
War, we run these streets like a renegade
Get that gwap, til the rent is paid
Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade
Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed

Clap on, clap off
Fake ass street thugs, either need to ax off
Or cough feel 'em, Metal Finger steel drum
Clean the sidewalk with him
Talk shit to real scum
Of the earth, take it with a shovelful
Main character, super villain, lovable
And don a mask like a crown of thorns
Blow your horn and get pounded
Out by the boring
(I take your order) let me get one wing
Any king that bring this sting for Chung King
No change, no stranger to gats
Took notice, what so strange is no cats
Dogs is wars, dud luck, draw straws
Fuck the boss
Drowned on blood and duck sauce
Stuck the enemy, a wack deal caper
For racks of fake Fendi and
Stacks of real paper
War, we run these streets like a renegade
Get that gwap, til the rent is paid
Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade
Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed
War, we run these streets like a renegade
Get that gwap, til the rent is paid
Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade
Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed

Yo, it's a manhunt, my mentality's militia
If my four-fifth had lips
I'd make it French kiss ya
Cuz no mission's impossible
I carry my Wu Tang sword
On my back, and attack all obstacles
Burnt down buildings
Avenging my father's death
A store for ransom
And snatch your crystal meth
I pillage, my warpath is unpredictable
Leave 'em dead on arrival
Broke up or critical

War nine, frying swine to pork rinds
For trying to walk the fine line
Thoughts flying
Had more fun with a crooked rookie
Went for his gun
Cracked his skull like a fortune cookie
A mind reader, find out, speak, freaks bow
With the nine heater, beat feet and smile now
Ten paces, about face, chase me
We make it sound crazy than a case of M-80's

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