Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, Raekwon - Iron Maiden lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, Raekwon - Iron Maiden lyrics]
What you doing on our turf punk?
I got a message for Smokey give it
You Smokey, man? Give it!
If you ain't Smokey it
Ain't your motherfucking message
Motherfucker, I said give me the message!
It's from Willie, in the slam
Nigga, you been busted?
Yeah, the man picked me up
Well, I ain't got no fucking time to play
With you now Give me the message
Willie's in Warwick - doing one to
Three told me to tell y'all
Motherfuckers to keep cool he be
Out one way or another
Quick maybe I can stick around for a while?
No that's out man! You know what could we
The lords do with a punk like you!?
Kiss my ass, motherfucker burn him!
Just me and you, motherfucker
Just me and you! I put
Trademarks around your fucking eye!
Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
Sit back jollyin'
My team be gaming like Three-card Molly and
Drug Somalians pollying
Mittens raps they crocheting
A yo Iron, these niggas portraying
But haven't been paying for real
Slide on these niggas like a fresh pair
Caesar fade style, usually tuck grenade
Throw a blade, fuck getting laid
Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
Day to day Wallies half leather, half-suede
Connecting with the high stylist, dun
Light up a chalice
I run with nothing but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long-dick style
Niggas on the hit out
Ay yo Iron bite my shit out
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doing this a century kid
Just meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me
With a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off white BM
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Palladium style
Play it like thirty-two Arabians
The greatest lesson is don't owe
You might get stole on
When I go bury me with velour on
'Sho 'nuff, hit the Bank and thrust
Wu Nauticas Jamie Sommer got trained
On the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
Hitting white label
Left the Winnebago unstable
Smooth sailing, walked in
My Earth start kneeling
Started stealing, I'm too ill
See we're grilling at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max motion
Michael Bolton magazine quote, I'm too potent
Louisville mix pain kill rap
Fuck benadryl the violin in
'Knowledge God' sounded ill
Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watch'll leave
Bartenders topless
Dead arm the prosecutor, smack the juror
Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura
We sit back on Malayan islands
Sipping mixed drinks out of
Broke coconut bowls, we wilding
Sit back jollyin'
(ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, ah ha)
Sit back jollyin'
(ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, ah ha)
Sit back jollyin'
My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'
Drug Somalians pollyin' sit back jollyin'
My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'
Drug Somalians pollyin' sit back
Deep meditation sound orientated
War the blizzard rap paramedical the wizard
Cappadonna, never catering to none
My microphone and three verse weigh
A ton of slaughter
You order five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me
Flowing with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like
The stormy wind blew
One gallon of wilding, Park Hill profiling
I cut your face a Buck
50 sure why you smiling?
For violating my position
I leave you smoked like a
Crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie
Graphic told intelligence person to person
It'd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out
To try to smoke me
Cause I'm PLO TKO every day
Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel
Cappadonna son'a old school Disco Inferno
Veteran for rapping with the new set
Of Wu the hard rapping ninety-six jive
I keep the live crowd clapping
When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and
Shaolin spark the methtical
Every evening, I have a by myself meeting
Thinking who's gonna be the next
To catch a beating from my mental slanging
Bitching rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch hell here
Chance him, that's what they said
Threw up a ransom i jacked it
Stripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my rewards
I got a message for Smokey give it
You Smokey, man? Give it!
If you ain't Smokey it
Ain't your motherfucking message
Motherfucker, I said give me the message!
It's from Willie, in the slam
Nigga, you been busted?
Yeah, the man picked me up
Well, I ain't got no fucking time to play
With you now Give me the message
Willie's in Warwick - doing one to
Three told me to tell y'all
Motherfuckers to keep cool he be
Out one way or another
Quick maybe I can stick around for a while?
No that's out man! You know what could we
The lords do with a punk like you!?
Kiss my ass, motherfucker burn him!
Just me and you, motherfucker
Just me and you! I put
Trademarks around your fucking eye!
Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
Sit back jollyin'
My team be gaming like Three-card Molly and
Drug Somalians pollying
Mittens raps they crocheting
A yo Iron, these niggas portraying
But haven't been paying for real
Slide on these niggas like a fresh pair
Caesar fade style, usually tuck grenade
Throw a blade, fuck getting laid
Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
Day to day Wallies half leather, half-suede
Connecting with the high stylist, dun
Light up a chalice
I run with nothing but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long-dick style
Niggas on the hit out
Ay yo Iron bite my shit out
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doing this a century kid
Just meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me
With a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off white BM
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Palladium style
Play it like thirty-two Arabians
The greatest lesson is don't owe
You might get stole on
When I go bury me with velour on
'Sho 'nuff, hit the Bank and thrust
Wu Nauticas Jamie Sommer got trained
On the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
Hitting white label
Left the Winnebago unstable
Smooth sailing, walked in
My Earth start kneeling
Started stealing, I'm too ill
See we're grilling at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max motion
Michael Bolton magazine quote, I'm too potent
Louisville mix pain kill rap
Fuck benadryl the violin in
'Knowledge God' sounded ill
Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watch'll leave
Bartenders topless
Dead arm the prosecutor, smack the juror
Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura
We sit back on Malayan islands
Sipping mixed drinks out of
Broke coconut bowls, we wilding
Sit back jollyin'
(ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, ah ha)
Sit back jollyin'
(ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, ah ha)
Sit back jollyin'
My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'
Drug Somalians pollyin' sit back jollyin'
My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'
Drug Somalians pollyin' sit back
Deep meditation sound orientated
War the blizzard rap paramedical the wizard
Cappadonna, never catering to none
My microphone and three verse weigh
A ton of slaughter
You order five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me
Flowing with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like
The stormy wind blew
One gallon of wilding, Park Hill profiling
I cut your face a Buck
50 sure why you smiling?
For violating my position
I leave you smoked like a
Crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie
Graphic told intelligence person to person
It'd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out
To try to smoke me
Cause I'm PLO TKO every day
Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel
Cappadonna son'a old school Disco Inferno
Veteran for rapping with the new set
Of Wu the hard rapping ninety-six jive
I keep the live crowd clapping
When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and
Shaolin spark the methtical
Every evening, I have a by myself meeting
Thinking who's gonna be the next
To catch a beating from my mental slanging
Bitching rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch hell here
Chance him, that's what they said
Threw up a ransom i jacked it
Stripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my rewards