Ironman, by Ghostface Killah (2024)

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[Intro][Kid #1]: What you doing on our turf punk?[Kid #2]: I got a message for Smokey[Kid #1]: Give it[Kid #2]: You Smokey, man?[Kid #1]: Give it![Kid #2]: If you ain't Smokey it ain't your motherf*cking message[Kid #1]: Motherf*cker, I said give me the message![Kid #2]: It's from Willie, in the slam[Kid #3]: nigg*, you been busted?[Kid #2]: Yeah, the man picked me up[Kid #3]: Well, I ain't got no f*cking time to play with you. Now give me the message[Kid #2]: Willie's in Warwick - doing one to three. Told me to tell y'all motherf*ckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another, quick. Maybe I can stick around for a while?[Kid #3]: No that's out man! You know. What could we The lords do with a punk like you!?[Kid #2]: Kiss my ass, motherf*cker[Kid #4]: Burn him![Kid #2]: Just me and you, motherf*cker, just me and you! I put trademarks around your f*cking eye![Verse 1: Raekwon]Yo, Gambino nigg*s who swipe theirs, deluxe rap cavaliersMidgets who steal beers, give 'em theirsSit back jollyin'My team be gaming like Three-card Molly and Drug Somalians pollyingMittens raps they crochetingAiyo Iron, these nigg*s portraying but haven't been payingFor real, slide on these nigg*s like a fresh pairCaesar fade style, usually tuck grenadeThrow a blade, f*ck getting laid, guzzle this sh*t like GatoradeDay to day Wallies half leather, half-suedeConnecting with the high stylist, dunLight up a chalice, I run with nothing but the wildest, foulestCome on now, long-dick stylenigg*s on the hit out, aiyo Iron bite my sh*t outEventually, bust a rap gun mentallyBeen doing this a century kid, sh*t's meant to beGet on your knees and bless me with a gem in the CaribbeanSkiin' off white BMSnatch Canadian cream with ScandinaviansPalladium style, play it like 32 ArabiansThe greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole onWhen I go bury me with velour on[Break: sample][They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after IGet mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. f*ck 'em up bad][Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]'Sho 'nuff, hit the Bank and thrustWu Nauticas Jamie Sommer got trained on the tour busWe upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the labelHitting white-label, left the Winnebago unstableSmooth sailing, walked in, my Earth start kneelingStarted stealing, I'm too illSee we're grilling at the parlay, kicked up, mack, max motionMichael Bolton magazine quote, I'm too potentLouisville mix pain kill rap, f*ck BenadrylThe violin in Knowledge God sounded illTremendously obnoxious, no blotchesMy telephone watch'll leave bartenders toplessDead arm the prosecutor, smack the jurorMe and my girl'll run like Luke and LauraWe sit back on Malayan islandsSipping mixed drinks out of broke coconut bowls, we wilding[Chorus: Raekwon]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[Verse 3: Cappadonna]Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzardRap paramedical the wizardCappadonna, never catering to noneMy microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughterYou order five thousand back across the waterMy laboratory story keep me flowing with the gloryAcapella or deep dirty instrumentalI could blow the sky like the stormy wind blewOne gallon of wilding, Park Hill profilingI cut your face a Buck 50 sure why you smiling?For violating my positionI leave you smoked like a crackhead on a missionTwo tokes of mic dope, one stroke of eleganceRated like the movie graphic told intelligencePerson to person, it be hard for you to take a trophyYou better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me'Cause I'm PLO TKO every dayDancehall General, party fanatic ColonelCappadonna son'a old school Disco InfernoVeteran for rapping with the new set of Wu the hard rapping'96 jive, I keep the live crowd clappingWhen I bow, all praises due to Staten IsleI spark the mic and Shaolin spark the Meth-TicalEvery evening, I have a by myself meetingThinking who's gonna be the next to catch a beatingFrom my mental slang and bitching rap twist the point of warfareI brutalize, all competition catch hell hereChance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransomI jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed itGimme my rewards[Outro]The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin'Out. I want 'em gotten. Cause nigg*s need to be got. He need to beTaken off of here. That's right

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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]That was the best f*cking I ever hadWell, that's because you've been dealing with the AceYou gotta leave? Where you going, sugar?I got business to take care ofOh, sh*tsh*t, that's my old man, sh*tBetter go talk to him[Refrain: Ghostface Killah & Jackpot Scotty Wotty]No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungsNo smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs[Bridge: Jamie Sommers ]I'm mind shocking, body rockingEarth shaking, money makingSitting high, looking flyI'm drinking on the best wine[Verse: Ghostface Killah]Yo, bitch, I f*cked your friend, yeah, you stink hoI seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my KangolShe put me on to mega sh*t, 'bout to slap the bitchShe shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm richIt took place late night on February 17thHands flooded like ink, my face on her magazineJust got back from Honolulu, pockets stacking beaucoup cashGirlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yoWhile I was on tour, whor*, you went to workQuick fast, had a nigg* dick in the dirtYou couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my spermWhere was you at, ho? "Pinky house, she put in my perm"That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold meRemember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?You crab bitch, chicken-head ho, eating Harold'sI'm the first nigg* that had you watching flicks by De NiroYou gained crazy points, baby, just being with godTaught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lardI gave you Earth lessons, I came to you as a blessingYou didn't do the knowledge, what the god was manifestingYou sneaky f*ck bitch, your ways and actions told it allI f*cked you while you was bleeding, held you down in mallsSexually, you worshipped my di-dick like a crossI had you freaked out, broke out, for a month you fell offYou was my main sh*t, my peeps showed you love on the strengthYou saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranquedBut you had to f*ck this lobster-head ass nigg*I should've slapped him, but the gods said, "Chill"That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the labI'm wondering how many times your hot ass got stabbedYou dumb bitch, horny hot f*ck from out the mountainsYour clientele is low ho, catch you next show, broI got jerked, gave away my puss*, that sh*t hurtIt feel like somebody died or shot your old EarthBut, f*ck it, I f*cked you on a chair with three legsBroken tables, had you screaming while you was biting on my cablesWe slid to the washing machine and threw it on spinIf your puss* dry, spit on my dick and put it inMy dick's the bomb, baby, marvelous hot steakPlus, I'm conceited, Starks make the biggest ho call rapeI'm God Cipher Divine, love my puss* refinedThat means clean, a FDS smell with a shine[Outro: Ghostface Killah]Word up, respect that, ho

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[Intro: Raekwon]You know what I'm sayin'? You on the corners and sh*t, ya know?Just gotta be on some, hands-down sh*t, you know what I mean?Just keepin' ya eyes and ears open at all timesWhile we rhyme and shineFor my dedicated nigg*s who love this sh*t, we doin' it like thisWord up, what's the phenomenon?Carry on, Don, tranquilizin'[Verse: Raekwon]A-yo! Movin' on these nigg*s like they owe, so, broYou know how we go, we go, shift 'em out like pericoFine, protégés off top connectin' like a buildin'Four dollar whylin' nigg*s buildin', savin' the childrenCome on now, check out the view like a oceanfrontSlow-motion in c*nt, takin' what we wantYou know a kid Asiatic, holdin' power like a CraftmaticYou like your fish fried or battered? — That day, he rattedCheck out the rubies from Diana, jet-skiin' in AtlantaMakin' some power moves out of SavannahYeah, rock them nigg*s like jewelryArabics movin' blow like aerobics — That's when his nose itchYeah, that means it's all in effectI'm hittin' you, I'm hittin' BuddhaOut in Bermuda, send that twenty-shot RugerContinue to slam and mend you like a venueGet all up in you, oh yeah, your friend too, respect WuYeah, keep them fa*ggot nigg*s wateryRhyme for rich nigg*s who supported meShorty puss* extorted meSo it's a science now, RZA, cuttin' they pockets like scissorsCindafella found him a Wally slipperSplashin' ends in the glass Benz in NevadaFlashin' gems, eight-and-a-half Timb state robberAll my life been on some foul sh*t besides kidnap a child sh*tGet on some foul and proud sh*tCheatin' many Koreans, bein' all that I can be an'Put down on thirty keys an' get to fleein', light up a tree an'Don't be breezin' like a blow dryerYo, you's a liar like Jeremiah gamin' on the flyerYo, Barbarian nigg*s is carryin', thug drug marryin'Hittin' Marion off at the ClarionAll my Spanish nigg*s love usWe movin' like Russia, bone crusherAt the flick, stick the usherBroke nigg*s — spot 'em like Cascade in the street masqueradeFaster Blade

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Cat I got to take him off of here, that's rightI got to take him off of hereCause there's only one, and that's meYou understand? 'fore all that fighting, you understandThat sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop meAnd I know he can't whoop me, I...Ay boy, the nigg* whole style is chumpYou understand?Let me get mines firstThen after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...[Intro: Ghostface Killah]Yeah, scandalousYeah miraculous, the arsonists[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]Yo, kicked down the door in the spot, 2602L, I heard they had O's for saleI heard the same sh*t, money drive a burgundy whipKeep a low fade, license plates engraved "PAID"Where's the cat from, think he's from New JerusalemPretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using himBoss Sun's younger physical, you know the GodHe go with Tip, the one who called Lover of GodWhy Equality Self, I know the Master Allah NowIt's time to get the God U and blow like minesBut on the low I heard he got Born Original sentBack in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his AcWe got to get him dunn, aliens is snatching our breadUFOs moving in with bigger plans than Feds, yoKnock on Daddy-O's door get the scopeHe's not home, he took Ishmael to Park SlopeThere go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that skunkThat get you crashed out had you laid out like bumsPeace Kiana, what's up with your girlfriend WandaShe drive a cream Honda, with legs like Jane FondaI just left her, she took Regine to Pathmark thenJetted to Canal to get her man some ClarksShe should be back in ninety minutes, GhostfaceGod forbid she safe, BCW was watching the kids[Verse 2: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]Two hours later, scheming like DeNiro in CasinoSon better have more co*ke than Al PacinoKiana ain't telling no lies, last year she did a sting and a halfWith Tymeek bought him a aircraftBut anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nid-owWhen we get back, throw you a thid-ouLater that night, stay mesmerized yoGo get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Now WhyYou ready, you got the E&J and the machete?We going upstairs, I hope one nigg* is heavyWe walked in, both of us, looked like terroristsMasks on, second floor, dun yo, I handle thisKick in the crib, the whole sh*t looked graphicalNatural, f*cking a white bitch, actualFiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handle it"I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit CarolynRan to the back analyzing, much disguisingSurprise is coming in their eyes and tranquilizingBugging, throwing the twin cousins at his nugget, f*ck itMeet shottie waddy slug body hobbyWhere the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncingFake cats announcing on the block, you loungingWhere the blow at, I ain't got sh*t, stop frontingYo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll stop stuntingBitch, hold that pit, before I push your wig backChef stop waving that, show him where the paper atCome here Valerie, you know the God he need a salaryPut down the pipe here's two tickets to a co*ke galleryIt's in the kitchen in the ceilingBaby girl kept squealingOnly found a white block of cheese from New Zealand[Outro: Ghostface Killah]Ohhh sh*t! Yo, yo where that sh*t at yo?Yo Chef, where that sh*t? What? What? Aiyyo...

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[Intro: Sample]"There's no co*keWhat?You heard me you dumb f*ck, there's no co*keWhat the f*ck do you mean there's no co*ke?I've been up and down this shipI've been in every f*cking roomThere's gotta be co*keThere is nothing, nothing."*heavy panting*Help PLEASE!*panting continues*Help me!*gunshot*[Chorus: Masta Killa]It's assassination day, I stalk[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]I move through the Third World, my third eye's the guiding lightInvite the fight, we all die tonightThe life I live's a 25 to life bidParole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitiveCream is short, Cee Cipher Power stalk, plus the fiend talk3 Gs the cost in Supreme CourtWhite lies and blackmail land me back in jailWe're all for sale, a stolen goal but it failStranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blindIt comes time I take back what was once mineCrunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughterDevil's poisoning the birth waterThe earth daughter rest her head on my chestThrough the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crestWhile the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastingCentral broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastenedTrapped in deep water, gaspingI clash with the titans for my half on the action[Verse 2: RZA]I stop producers careers, the weak spot was the earsScorpion darts hits the mark, pierce the heart with silver spearsYou're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filteredDevils still feel this so you're living built tiltedMCs upon their axis, their body hazard tacticLactic acid, desert dry cactus, practiceYou can never match this invincible, Wu-Tang indispensableOne nation under God, indivisible with liberty and justiceThe mic is in my clutchesThugs who bring ruckus leave in crutchesUnforgivable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivelDecapitates the head, makes the projects more livableInterchangeable, caution: flammableMy chamber is 99 plus 1 unnameable anglesAnd strangles, microphone cords start to dangleSilent as the gases that pass throughout your analWe creep through your doorsSeep out like sweat through the poresDestroy your internal organs with the biological warfare[Verse 3: Raekwon]First of all before we move on, this sh*t is like a Yukon, donSpread it out like Grey PouponSplurging, merging in the suburbsUsing this just like an adverb, action word, flowing like a blackbirdGod came in, aiming like Terry BradshawHe hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his sh*t is smashed, PaYou handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like GalagaHolding like bullet-proof AcurasYou so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high, yo, BobbyYou hear how I'm shooting it like they blue topsNo, you won't play me like your ladyPay me 380, spit it at you like a baby, final destination, Hades[Verse 4: Masta Killa]War's extremely serious and it saddens meTo have to take things to deadly measuresAnd have you measured and shot for no payIt's assassination day I stalk my enemy like preyTranqued by deceptional sounds that deceivesAnd lures MCs to the lairWith a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greedTemptation tempts my victim to proceedForward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreatYou'd rather pursue death than admit defeatNow who's best to describe for what I specialize inMurderous rhyming, constantly incliningMy mind spits with an enormous kickbackYour brain then absorbs the impactDisorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback[Chorus: Masta Killa]It's assassination day, I stalk

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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]Let's see you try the water techniqueHai, ha, ha, ha, haThe sky is high, the cloud is lowYeahBut my water technique is hard to beatWord upBut the earth can absorb waterGotta zip my coatHai, hai, haYeahThe sky is high, the cloud is lowf*ck 'emBut my water technique is hard to beatYeah, check the fly sh*tBut the earth can absorb waterUhHai, hai[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]What the f*ck I got to lose, huh? Word to God, let's get it onClap your heels three times, grab the magic wandNameless, these stonewashed cats, leave 'em brainlessSomewhere out of this world, stranded on UranusWith co*ke and a dollar bill, stems and crack capsulesTake a blast, boo, booby trap a cruise, it's naturalLike soybean, burn like a laser beamMy vaccine, I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburnsThe segment, rap fragmentComes together like magnetsAttract heads, captured like DragnetGoing through mad phases of all agesKilla Beez locked the f*ck up behind cagesThe Genovese swallowed this line and caught a freezePress caller ID for me to quote more degreesThe fortune teller tuck a sleeping gas umbrellaAward winning dining in the back of MarabellaNow, who don't believe that cash must rule?I don't eat meat, I slap blood out of PerdueKeep a wireless mic, mic's on, strike the sessionIt's over, I'll fire this and glow like fluorescent[Bridge: Method Man]The sky is high, the cloud is lowPeace to y'all, let's get our rhyme onBut my water technique is hard to beatYeah, peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme onBut the Earth can absorb waterHai, hai[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]Yo, yo, mountains of blow like snow, constant cash flowRocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoesMega powder dripping from they nosef*cking Jet magazine bitches with wide puss* poseCenterfold the whole night, deadly venom horror snake bitesOnly Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot diceHolding money bags, convertible Benz with feathered bagsWith the mongoose, your man's got two seeds down in BaghdadYou onion-head nigg*s spread out and parlayYo, Rae, these icks-days get crashed with ash traysI pull stings like guitar strings down in SpainI'm so hyped, jakes labeled god, "Crack cocaine"Y Equality Self, god, yeah, yeah you know it kidRicky f*cked up a G-Pack, blow his wigHe's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniformHe's a newborn, look at money, swearing like he onBut, anyway, back to furry Kangols, Jamaican WallabeesMy back is on the wall, bombing devils with trick-nologyMy heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source AwardsNext year, two hundred nigg*s coming with swords

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[Intro: Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, & (Masta Killa)]It's onWhere your sparkle at kid?(RZArector)[Hook: Raekwon & (Cappadonna)]Yes the sh*t is raw coming at your doorStart to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more"Yes the hour's four, I told you beforePrepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)[Verse 1: U-God]This rhyme you digest through the RZA consoleAsk why I slam Nine Diagram poleRaekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback Notre DameGolden Arms is bronze Buddha palm hit Qu'ranIt blows extreme, mainstream be the theme, supreme teamAmerica's Cream Team, redeemedVidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al CaponeGun POW to the dome and split the boneWig blown off the ledge by the allegedFull-fledged, sledge RZA edgeOne dose of my feroc' handheld trigger cutsA capella spitting shell paralyse if you get touchedAnd critical mic cords, hanging like umbilicalCords, dope swords, five star generalRaw be the quote rap style sore throatThrough the fully operational, hand held tote, mhm[Hook: Raekwon]Yes the sh*t is raw coming at your doorStart to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more"[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get doneI hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check itSlick majestic, broke mics are left infectedGerms start to spread through your crew through lack of effortYou asked for it, shot up the jams like syringesMy technique alone blows doors straight off the hingesMasked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like windWith a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spearSo sit back and let the king exploreDescribe me, the kid's nice and he holds swordsAnd his name, black attack's the nerve like migrainesWith more gains than beggars on trains, livid sharp painsPoisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy thisYou get ambushed, skate, try to avoid thisSide effects of hot raps and hot tracksA duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in blackMy culture, glides and attacks you like a vultureGhostface in Madison Square is on your poster[Hook: Raekwon & (Cappadonna)]Yes the sh*t is raw coming at your doorStart to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more"Yes the hour's four, I told you beforePrepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)[Verse 3: Masta Killa]Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspectThat fills more body bags than apartments in projectsAnd as far as the coroners knowThe autopsy show it was a Shaolin blowPut on by my family brought to the academyOf the Wu and learnt how tof*ck up your anatomy steadily, calm and deadlySpatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmitMCs submit to the will as I kill yourJuvenile freestyle, civilize the mentalDevils worship this like an iconBear-hugging mics with the grips of a python[Hook: Raekwon]Yes the sh*t is raw coming at your doorStart to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more"[Verse 4: Cappadonna]You heard other raps before but kept waitingFor the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strongBeats never worthy of my cause, I prolongExtravaganza, time sits stillNo propaganda, be wary of the skillAs I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrumDedicated to rap nigg*, beware of the fearsomeLebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threatCD massacre, murder to cassetteI blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yetOne man ran, tryna get away from itPut your bifocal on, watch me a-comethInto your chamber like Freddy enter dreamDiscombumberate your technique and your schemeFour course applause, like a black dat to datYou're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the mapNowhere to go except next show broEntertaining motherf*ckers can't stop OIn battling, you don't want me to start tattlingAll up on the stage 'cause y'all snakes keep rattlingBitch, you ain't got nothing on the richEvery other day my whole dress code switchSo just in case you wanna clock me like SherryAll y'all crab bitches ain't got to worryCan't get a nigg* like Don dime a dozenEven if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped outI'm too ill, I represent Park HillSee my face on the twenty dollar billCash it in, and get ten dollars backThe fat LP with Cappachino on the waxPass it in your thing, put valve up to twelvePut all the other LPs back on the shelfAnd smoke a blunt and dial 9-1-71-6-0-4-9-3-11And you could get long dick hip-hop affectionI damage any MC who step in my directionI'm Staten Island best son, f*ck what you heardnigg*s still talking that sh*t is absurdMy repertoire, is U.S.S.RP.L.O. style got thrown out the carAnd ran over by the Method Man JeepDivine can't define my style is so deepLike puss*, my low cut fade stay bushyLike a porcupine, I part backs like a spineGut you like a blunt and reconstruct your designI know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind'Cause you weak in the knees like SWVTryna get a title like Wu Killa BeeKid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the AbbottMe and RZA rhyme name printed in the tabletUnder vets, we paid our debts for mad yearsHibernate the sound and now we out like bearsIn Born Power, born physically, power speakingThe truth in the song be the pro-black teaching

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[Intro 1: Antoine Lundy and Streetlife]Wu-Tang will survive, no no you know nowThe Wu-Tang will survive'Cause every time they flip a partyYou know the party screams and shouts'Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb...[Intro 2: Raekwon]Get all my peoples, get all my peoples headphonesAll of 'em, lay 'em a death warrantAaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show 'em. What? What?Let 'em have it, bust it, aiyo, aiyo[Verse 1: Raekwon]Blend wine, who wanna win mine?Shorty get a ten-round for floatin' with the richest, huhFlexed out, Flintstones styleYour criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted theMozayan posin' for them nigg*s up in PolandRollin' waxed out museum, G 'emThem richest nigg*s bless this like Russian cut VVS'sSlide the hatchback, black, word, finessin' thisThem nigg*s over there know, Gazelle goggles and them Lottos'88 style throwin' bottles (Bottles)Scenario rap, imperial material (Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo)Yo, dunn, dunn, murderin' cats is like that real[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]Yo, come do me something, word to Michelob, peep the Land Rov'Sleeper hold club fa*ggots, lay your dome on a stoveIt's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rapDough got smaller, famous team walked up in FotomatBlack down, numerous rounds, boots is brownGetaway driver–this white bitch from out of townWe love horse races, shakin' Jakes and high-speed chasin'p*rno stations, drinking violations, Godly nations90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaksBangin' earaches, lay my verse down in two takesThe speaker pop, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchenMurder the DJs, eyes twitchin', woofer hissin'[Chorus: Raekwon]Yo, he's strong-armin', manipulatin' nigg*s, scrapin' nigg*sTakin' play from nigg*s, hate fakin' nigg*sYo, you hear me? The whole sh*t's like wrestlin'What, you dare me? Back the f*ck up, kid, we flexin'[Verse 3: Method Man]This rap sh*t bust your gums and leave you stunnedPull your plug, now you can't functionThere's no total or sum to this equation, you frozenMany may come but few are chosenPretty nigg*s want to play the war posin'When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolenDo or die, it be I, Metaphysical ManHolding court from my Wu indivisible ClanI see your thoughts and your hand reachin'It's getting deep in this mudCats heat-seekin' for one bloodNameless thugs with aimless slugs shootin' at these stank bitchesThat’s either brainless or bugged, I make switchesFrom the lamp, I grant three wishesJohnny be parlayin', I Blaze britches, then I roll100% mind, 100% body, 100% soul, individualAssholes tend to run from this PLO extortion to the oneThe next chamber, you f*ckin' with the star spanglerTo the dawn's early light with this head-bangerBoogie, represent this sh*t fullyLike I'm constantly at war with the town bullyWho want that pressure? About to get smacked sillyLike a fat bitch in Spandex, Free Willy!We on some milli, check the joint, Engine Engine Number Ninenigg*s wastin' time worryin' about me and mineGet your own sh*t

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[Intro]AyoYou know, they're killers themselvesHey, hey, hey, forty-six hundred in there, dukeHow you want it? How you want it?How you want it? Stop that, stop thatThese are the men who lead the crime families of AmericaI control 26,000 menExcept for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crimeAnd if there's one thing I'm sure ofIt's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your homeIn the end, it'll only lead our country into ruin[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]We eat fish, toss salads and make rap balladsThe biochemical slanglord'll throw the arrowsIn the dope fiend, vocal cords switch laser beamsMy triple sevens broke the slot machines out in QueensGrey Poupon is Revlon rap, smack pawns, swing like batonsMost my nigg*s smoke like Hillshire FarmsCheck the gummy sole, underneath my shoe lies the tapThat attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gapsIn steel mills I inhale smoke to blow on dunsYou run errands, Primatene Mist is afraid of my lungsTurn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panelLike eighty roman candles that backfired then slammed youEvery day is like a video shoot, check this sh*tI take it back to Playboy, stash guns in whipsPicture afro picks, shish kabobs and dashikisThousands civil marched, raised their fists in early sixties[Verse 2: Cappadonna]Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this oneDonna shogun and flip a ton of fashionDestination be the cash one, I step past oneDon't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo floeCappa-villain stay chillin', take shots of penicillinClean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow outBut I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rat got nine livesI'll take a few hundred thousand dollar divesAnd then I still never go down, until the last round I shineWhen RZA do his thing motherf*cker, I'ma do mine[Verse 3: Raekwon]Now, where I come from cats be carryingMarrying drug money, f*ck up your wife, get four to lifeCream we handling, Midtown nigg*s scramblingMove and examine the fly sh*t, plus quick to buy sh*tChef, yeah, you know the whole god's astralFidel Castro suits, plus depositing cash ruleBig time, play it like Canadian wineRZA's divine now, the sacredness of one's true mindNow let's get colorful like money-greenHigh roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigg* roasterYeah, god, be having my whole stee*z lacedNow let's rap a taste, connect dots, aim Glocks, train stopFigaro fly jewelin', tri-color CubansSwerving with power Germans and SuburbansTwenty-four nigg*s with vests on, my own restaurantDons sending my sons membership formsAnd still getting this paper scraperFake gators from Jamaica, wizzes be passing like LakersAnd it be coming from Lex Louis Rich LiberaceFetus style and block ya goals like hockey

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[Intro: {"sample Can't We Try by Teddy Pendergrass"} Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna]{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} What's happenin'?{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} Yo, yeah, you smokin'?{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} This is it{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} Another chamberYou know how we do[Verse 1: Raekwon]Yo, what's the deal, Goldilocks? "Ain't nothin', I'm just hibernatin'Love that watch, pour me some Scotch and cold Courvoisier"No doubt, have a chair, Boo, lets get to pollyin'Who you with? "Me and Molly and some trick who's Yugoslavian"What fabric is that? "It's only wool and RayonLipstick crayon, fly Fahrenheit spray on"I'm gettin' tipsy, I hope she read co*cks like a gypsyAnd transportin' bricks, stealin' many fiftiesf*ck negotiatin' — is you with me? Is you ain't?Sweet ass carrot cake fakin', plus you don't eat turkey bacon"I don't get down like that", I don't get down neitherCuban linx skeezer, why you actin' like a rap teaser?I'm like the jewelry exchange, plus a Range"nigg*, you small change, I only f*ck for Figaro chains"Analyzin' Miss Clairol — Fendi down, mascara onAssistant manager in Paragon[Hook: {"Sample"}]{"...Say goodbye"}{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}{"Love was never born..."}[Verse 2: Cappadonna]Socializin', vibin' with my eyes on DotShe this book cover lady that be blowin' up the spotWhile my heart was racin' like the hands on the clockI step live, I think she see me puttin' out the potPeace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvousHow's life today? Your hands are softer than Camay tooYour hairdo way more class than Halle BerryCaught visions of me and you ridin' on the ferryPlus your daughter Kiki talk to my man MerryI order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherryI order her a Riunite on ice, sounds niceShe elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, intelligentWhispered in my ear that she's celibateWhispered back to her ear "We don't have to go there"As I grabbed her hand, sat her politely in the chairAs we stopped and stare at one another, black sister to brotherI'm thinkin' all the time how she could be my lover[Hook: {"Sample"}]{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"}{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"}[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]What's happenin', brown sugar? Say, you look so good todayAnkle bracelet wrapped around your legHere, have a seat, complimentary drinks is on meBartender — Chevalier Chateau at table threeLuxurious rings, eyes sparklin'What's your name, sugar? Juanita Cash HawkinsYour complexion gives a reflection ofSometime a black woman just need to be lovedQuiet and shy, baby girl, my gift got you high?Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that five?Just jokin', baby, I have a sharp sense of humorWish I would've bumped into your frame a lot soonerWhat's your physical degree? Thirty-one? Thirty-three?Half-Hawaiian with a slight touch of ChineseSeen you workin' at a law firm on Fifth AvenueThree blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped youYo, I'm all into older woman who's happy livin'Love kids and keep all our business in the crib andAnd not afraid to die with me, the God, on your sideWe holdin' hands 'til death do us apart and then we slideEarring in the left side of your nose, love my comboShould have left my Wiz a thousand times, maybe tonight thoughGirl, you sexy motherf*cker, damn! What's the recipe?You make a nigg* wanna goddamn!Can you cook, darling? At the stove you're evolvin'Baked macaroni, turkey wings, a nigg* starvin'Here, take my number, let me pull the chair from underI had fun, plus your backyard speak with thunder[Hook: {"Sample"}]{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"}{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"}{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"}{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"}

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[Intro: Force MD's]We are the G-O-D'sAnd we came to rock the spot like Iron Man StarksThey be the illest emcees in the world todayCappa, Raekwon and the R-Z-ASo listen to them clear, and put the box right near your earLight your blunts and down your beers'Cause you could never f*ck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez"From where we at to my man's cellFrom where we at—"[Verse 1: Raekwon]Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge KnowledgesStreet astrologists, light up the mic, God — acknowledge thisFly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holderPlay it, God, E-pack over the shoulderChrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchiseFront on my guys, my enterprise splash many livesRepel all fakes like reflectorsHe had sugar in his ear in his last crack careerWe can can him, manhandle him, if you wannaRun in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limoAnd jet to the flyest estate, relate, take a breakBreak down an eighth and then wait, drop it like DreThugs they be booin' and screwin', we canoein'Claim they doin' the same sh*t we doin' — f*ck the union!It's the same style, RZA train, aboard, jump the turnstileOn the Isle, he tried to challenge God for the new Bal'sEspecially that, aluminum bat in the Ac'Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day — it pays, black!The MAC-10 flex, wipe cats like WindexIndex finger be sore bustin' these fly scriptsThe Wally kid count crazily, grands revive landsLayin' with my bitches and my mans in Lex LandsWe losin' 'em, jet to the stash in Now JerusalemAbusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'emLow-pro star, seven thick waves rock PolarRoll with the Older God, build with the Sun, Moon and Star[Hook: Force MD's]All you's MCs start realizin'That Ghost got that sh*t that'll keep you vibin'The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finestBut if your skills are weak, you better step behind us"Ghost Face — Ghosface Killah!""[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]Mercury raps is roughed, then God just shown like tapsRed and white Wallys that match, bend my baseball hatDoin' forever sh*t like pissin' out the window on turnpikesRobbin' nigg*s for leathers, high swipin' on dirt bikesVoice be mellow like Vaughn Harper, Radio BarberMurder sleep-away camp, the fly lady champThe arsonist who burn with his pen regardlessSlayin' all these earthlings and fake foreignersIn the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubblin' stringsBiochemical cream, we burn keroseneThe conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like NixonBlonde heads inscriptions with three sixes inKiss the pyramid experiment with high explosiveI slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at JosephZoom in like binoculars — the rap blacksmithMoney's Rolex was rockless, Chef ragtop is spotlessI'm Iron Man, no die-cast metal, I'm steel-alloyTrue identity hidden inside secret tabloidsBreathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxesThe track hit like the bangers in hundred watt boxesYo, jostlin' these cats while Little J be deli'in'Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians[Hook: Force MD's]"Rhymes like retail, make sure sh*t sellFrom where we at to my man's cell"All you's MC's start realizin'That Ghost got that sh*t that'll keep you vibin'The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finestBut if your skills are weak, you better step behind us"Cappa-Cappa-Cappa-Cappachino"[Verse 3: Cappadonna]Give me the fifty thou', small bills, my gold plate, my slang killsMy beer spills, what up, Lils? Murder one, dunKiller Bee stung, guess who back home, son?My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soonCristal bottles, cages of boom, Papi wardrobeThe mad-hatter big dick style, beware goonsSmuggle balloons, Lorna Doones in fat puss* woundsLet the gods build, pull up the grill, check out the mad skillsTop-secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep itJiggy style of rap and watchin' knock our slang, sweep itOut-of-order tape recorder can't record my slaughterSpoil the rotten, Donna, too good to be forgottenHigh top notch, borderline rhymes is Hanco*cked'96, my ill sound clash is still hotGet yourself shot![Hook: Force MD's]All you's MC's start realizin'That Ghost got that sh*t that'll keep you vibin'The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finestBut if your skills are weak, you better step behind us

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[Intro]Sometimes I feel like a motherless childYo, yo, guzzlin' forties (Let's get it on, fella), no doubtThe Wallabee champ comes backIron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks)Raid your whole empire, no doubt[Verse 1: Raekwon the Chef]Rich man, poor man, read the headlinesnigg*s gettin' murdered for spots and bigger dimesDroughts and drug wars, living by gun lawJail cats come home and want to take yoursAs a young one, growin' up broke, me and my peoplesHad to sell co*ke, I guess we all in the same boatThinkin', plus drinkin' that ninety-proofLayin' on the roof sayin', "We need a next man to shoot"[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (Yo)[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]I know a rich kid who got hit for three bricksShowin' off his 850 plush, what a nice whipYoung blood guzzlin' forties, hustled in the rainOld Earth, shootin' dope in her veinsHe never had it all, the kid loved basketballHad a favorite song, "I Miss You", written by Aaron HallNow back to the original neighborhood criminalsClockin' dollars by the hour like his digitalStyrofoam silencers, he rolled around with theWildin'-est nigg*s peelin' caps, known as the IslandersFrom Staten, where crazy clips be clappin'Slept in expensive gold spreads, threads made of satinLabeled as the cow, he had crazy beefSeen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and LatiefBut he f*cked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill'Cause if he don't, these nigg*s with black barrels willBut sh*t never calmed down, one day downtownHe dropped an ounce off, money had slept like a nightgownHe rolled up in the Albee Square, relaxed like he lived in thereTwo kids was beamin' him, them nigg*s from the movie theatreOne had all Guess on, lookin' like he had a vest onThe other Pelle Pelle tucked with a firearmMovin' slow, baseball hats crazy down lowWord life, God, this bookhead nigg* gotta goOh, sh*t, bookhead just bought a five G headA King Tut piece, about the size of Little MauriceWe got to get him baby, yo, cousin, count to tenI'm runnin' in, my first instincts is they're returnin'The time is now, walked in and pulled outRemember me, the nigg* from the UA and you pulled out?Don't move, don't even flinch, fix 'em upDrop the head, don't want to get blood on the TutHe burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out, I'm robbin' himHad to hit him ten more times, make sure I got himTold the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedyGranny came out blacked down with a half a shottyI laughed, grab the King Tut head and the cashGranny shot my man in his ass and broke mega glassDamn, had to go out with a blastI shot my way up out of the Albee, fast[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (Oh sh*t, what the f*ck? sh*t was horrible)Sometimes I feel like a motherless child[Outro: Ghostface Killah]Word up, you know how we doKnow what I'm sayin'? No doubt, check it out, y'all'Nuff respect to my peoplesBobby Steels on the tracksWord up, you know what I'm sayin'?On and on like that, y'allMickie Mirrors, understand the born, Reddy RedBig Von, yeah, no doubt, now Von, yeahnigg*s know the half y'allVeriano, nigg*s knowKiller Cage, y'all, word up, you know the halfnigg*s on the Island, Rikers IslandWord up, one love nigg*s upstateYeah, check it out, y'allnigg*s know Lex Diamonds my right hand man, yoCheck it out

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[Interlude Dialogue][Raekwon]Burn something kid[Popa Wu]Yeah, youknowwhatImsaying, let me tell you something manThrough the man's mind, GodHe see his elevation, GodSee through his mind, he see his elevation, GodSee this where he begin to know that where he come fromSee some people don't have no direction, GodBecause they don't know the science of they selfSee the signs of life is the signs of youAll the elements that it took to create youEverything that's in the universe, GodThat's created the universe, God, is just within youYou see what I'm sayin?And that's the mind that you can't seeDon't you know if a man could take and flip himself inside out, GodHe'll fall out and die if he sees the sh*t that goes on...inside?[Ghostface]So you mean to tell me I'm the creator of all this right here?[Popa Wu]You the creator of all thisBecause all these things must happen, it must take placeSee people go back in the day, GodThey say: one man, one woman, Adam and Eve, there ain't no such thingEverything you see always has been and always will what beRegardless the womb or what, it's got to be[Intro: Raekwon]Hit me, hit me, hit me, I don't wanna hear nothinWord UpGot to payYeah, it's like that right?Blow his back out, make his shoes worth[Verse 1: Raekwon]A-yo, this sh*t be off the noggin rock itWhatever co*ck block itCat get blown, who own this street cornerForeigner hesitate to rock a HummerNavy Seal top runner, rhyme this summerFor real, marinating nigg*'s skatingDebating waiting style flowingly relatingFine line switch it on ya, like venetian blindsThe mission is mine, fabulous King I DivineTitanium Hydro collide thoughYo dun dun polly this conjunction, son oneSlang doctor, medicated kids pay itSay it, these nigg*s in affect dun, stay rap relatedCassette rhymer, 5-G consigner, line for linerPoet designer, sharp like LinusMic of the year award, fly gear awardThem nigg*s over there be analyzing with one swordGet bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent'Nough sh*t to get your whole team crazily sentNow all I need is a half gallon of weedProceed to bust this mic dick and make three seedsThen max out like two Ac's inside the parking lotSon bark a lot and get his team hit in the dark a lotWhat now blow, clicking like a calicoGold, Maximillion, one love, keep it real yo[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice-rocking nigg*sPeace, this summer's mines, I blow the biggest back up off meWhile I grab my dick and hold the HeiniPark the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind meTackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way aboveThese mics is like the Golden Gloves verses spark plugIts like the pennant, seminar's the play-offStart the J off like Cochran got OJ offThis specialist who eyeballed your mistress' necklacePerpetuous, this curly-head kid's treacherousLet go the eggo, so we can dip dip dive like LegoThrow on can-can, eat that plus this instrumentalAh sh*t say StarkologistStarksologist, fried fish halibutPull out the bull horn, let's celebrate like Kunta was bornWe elbowed our way inside Loud and got onI played the building, burn a branch and get filled inLike Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out of millionsWho wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordmansThat rock that fisherman hat like Gorton's[Verse 3: U-God]I hold down the place, no shots to the faceElite Special force no religious style faithThe melting pot boil gun shot drama soilGamble when I scramble, handle hot pots of oilManhandle pain killing erect my hiddenStreets made me potent put your 9-6 bid inVampire curse disperse on each verseSwim in black water, axe slaughter through my earthYou're hit by my element Great Wall of ChinaMountain peak holds the globe like vagin*Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strandFinger rolling rhythm ride the horse one handGolden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicionChess boxer, mic in dead body position40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse inventionDivine universal black man representingSimilar to pure, rhyme blowing out the poreBattery in the back, keep me charged for the rawI'm bred type thorough, pistolero gun heroRenaissance rebel chatter-boxing your barrelFully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humbleHard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap stylesLock down, for this curfew

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[Chorus: The Delphonics & Ghostface Killah]After the smoke is done(Yo yeah)Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one(Yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what)After the smoke is done(Slap fire outcha monkey ass nigg*s)Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one(Word up, big dick, motherf*cking houseWhaddup, bench press these cats, yo)[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]Yo, god, show these nigg*s how we get deep, down and dirtyLike Keyon got his wig pushed back for 5 birdiesYo, they got a hit placed on my head, what should the god do?Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews?Never that, don't ever look at me out of syncThe imperial, industrial king got weightDon't give a f*ck, like the poor part we watch Hart to HartThey used to push me in shopping carts, now I'm writin' dartsLike Ebenezer, the p*rno teaserSaying words like sheeba, ethical rapper valet the visaMy team got rides like Six Flags, plus the Wu labCameras in nine bedrooms, we own DATsDon't touch this cracklin' hot sh*tI snap your shoulder blade in half, laugh and pop sh*tReader's Digest passed my book to L. Ron HubbardIt got back that the World Government tried to dub itDevils love it, booby-trap raps cover the track like ADATSharper than cuts laced on Marley scratchedSupreme clientele, my cartelWillie Stargel passed, this sh*t is piece, where's the Nobel?Oh well, signin' off as usualThe arsonist leavin' nigg*s lost in the stairwell[Hook: The Delphonics & Ghostface Killah]Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one (Yeah, yo, yo)Represent my projects StapletonAfter the smoke is doneHe represent that project Park HillWu-Tang, Delphonics number oneYou represent that project Murder West BrightonNow Born arm banging into that will, word upAfter the smoke is clear(Yeah, what, Stapleton)Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here(Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York)[Verse 2: Raekwon]The greatest story ever told by me, preciselyRoman numeral IV plus three describe meMy son move like the toad, get drunk, speak in codesThrow a fiend in the sleeper hold, got beef with the globeMet my comrade, go half on this lab down in BaghdadFlippin' like a meth's tab, get money like an ArabThe tight nigg*s snapped six legs on the crabNow hush, you wanna do what? My clique better bust[Verse 3: RZA]Underprivileged, grew up in Stapleton House VillageWhere blood flood the waters of streets like oil spillage(Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one)My front door was blowing, the debt man spotted, 55 Boeingnigg*s was still flowing, voice was echoingI rise high like an octaveThe proctor wouldn't gamble the sample, it shocked herMy ninjas run wild like Shaka ZuluSome play peace like Gurdwara GuruOthers live to be wise and old like Desmond TutuUndisputed champion belt holders shaped and mould usSoul controller of the lunar, solar or the polarI blow hash smoke through my nasal, my brain's worth 30 billionWu-Tang third battalion rush like Hannibal raiding Sicilians[Hook: The Delphonics]After the smoke is doneWu-Tang, Delphonics number oneAfter the smoke is doneWu-Tang, Delphonics number oneAfter the smoke is clearDelphonics and Wu-Tang still hereAfter the smoke is doneWu-Tang, Delphonics number one[Outro: The Delphonics]Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)

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[Skit: The Education of Sonny Carson]'What they give you, blood?'Three months, manWhatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma. How old are you boy?'Thirteen'Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin' outta nigg*s to arrest.'[Intro: Ghostface & Mary J. Blige]Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes outTo all the families that went through the struggle(All that I got is you)Yeah, from the heart(And I'm so thankful I made it through)It was all from the heart, everything was real[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was youngWhoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sonsI'm goin' through this difficult stage, I find it hard to believeWhy my Old Earth had so many seedsBut she's her own woman, due to me I respect thatI saw life for what it's really worth and took a step backFamily ain't family no more, we used to play ballEggs after school, eat grits cause we was poorGrab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TVRockin' each others pants to school wasn't easyWe survived winters, snotty nosed with no coatsWe kept it real, but the older brother still had jokesSadly, Daddy left me at the age of sixI didn't know nuttin' but mommy neatly packed his sh*tShe cried and grandma held the family downI guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went downCheck it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartmentRoaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was thereFour in the bed, two at the foot, two at the headI didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bedSeven o'clock, pluckin' roaches out the cereal boxSome shared the same spoon, watchin' Saturday cartoonsSugar water was our thing, every meal was no frillIn the summer, free lunch held us down like steelAnd there was days I had to go to Tech's house with a noteStating, "Gloria, can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"So embarrassin' I couldn't stand to knock on they doorMy friends might be laughin', I spent stamps in storesMommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaperLook Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighborThings was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleatsTwo brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed meBut I remember this, moms would lick her finger tipsTo wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spitCaseworker had her runnin' back to face to faceI caught a case, housin' tried to throw us out of our placeSometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the skyAnd ask myself was I meant to be here, why?Yeah, yo[Hook: Mary J. Blige & Ghostface Killah]All that I got is youAnd I'm so thankful I made it throughAll that I got is youAnd I'm so thankful I made it throughAll that I got is you (Word up mommy, I love you)And I'm so thankful I made it through (Word up)All that I got is you (It was all you, word)And I'm so thankful I made it through (You brought me in like this)Yeah[Verse 2: Mary J. Blige]I sit and think aboutAll the times we did without dadI always said I wouldn't cryWhen I saw tears in your eyesI understand that daddy's not here nowBut some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeahAll the things that I did from this to themOh from drugs to being thereBeing down and out and I love you always, oh[Outro: Popa Wu]Yeah, you sayYou see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and starAnd them planets, that exist in my spaceLike man woman and childYou understand?We got to keep it real, and what realityAnd reality will keep it real with usI remember them good ol' daysBecause see, that's the child I wasWhat made me the man I am todaySee cause if you forget where you come from, hehehYou're never gonna make it where you're goin', ahehBecause you lost the reality of yourselfSo take one stroll through your mindAnd see what you will findAnd you'll see a whole universe all over againAnd again and again and again and again, hahahaYeah

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[Intro: The Force MD's]Whoaahhhoahhh, ohhh, ohhhhhIt's been a long, longA long time comingA change gon' come[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]Yo, yo these streets got me backed down how can I escape?How can I survive without bubblin weight?It's prepared for the stand off, once you hand offThat white rock, and then give birth to a knotYour biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beamYou and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of QueensBut at the same time, nigg*s on the block is illSome'll rock you to sleep, hap, for selling cross pillsBeing watched all day like enemy's preyFaces, you never seen before is in your hallwayBrothers you knew for years is mad puss* and scaredBack in the days U.F.O.'s couldn't walk up in hereIt's time to motor, travel like a foul orderClear my head, stay sober, the soul controller[Chorus: The Force MD's]Oahhhh, it's been a long, longA long time comingA change gon' comeOh, yes it willSaid I'm too, tired of livinBut I'm, but I'm afraid to dieCause I don't know what's up thereIn that great big ol' sky[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]Sink deep into the fog, big buffalo largeTaj Mahal just got banged, shanked for eighty largeIt's hard to keep up, with these key-ons, that smoke dustIn the U.S. Mint they went to rock the place and call the rushAll these shameless nigg*s armed with cherry-red Bally'sOn the twenty-fifth, everybody rich is gettin marriedKilled for power beans, your brother own schools in MedinaVaseline lips is cracked cause they all had dreamsThey overdue, these Gods own a mosque in PeruTropical trees and weaves where they grew bambooOlympic minds quick flash like a leak onA hundred shares short to own Nissan, watch em get they feast onRoyal blue lies inside the eyes of heavenCurse the head, who speak foul and jinx number seven (seven)Clear my head and stay sober, the soul controller...(Stay sober, the soul controller)[Chorus: The Force MD's]Oahhh, been a long time cominOh yeahA change gon' comeWoooaahh, yes it will[Verse 3: Ghostface]Yo, yo we sit and play the wall like nine super heroesLate for the man choose and hit socks and stereoThe kid's nice, warnin you twice, run your garmetsJet to Providence, switch up and bag down your ParliamentIronman is laced with a plate inside the dome pieceGo off in airports, biographies, propheciesWatch me set it, real key-ons hold down the desertAnd walk with a famous name like Supreme MagneticCarbon copy, I love my Akai snare choppyMelachi off the funky pen with the wax poppy on instrumentalsnigg*s get lost like S.S. MinnowsTurned out like rentals, keep gold around the denim[Outro 1: The Force MD's]A change gon comeYes it willIt's been a long, longA long time comingA change gon comeWooo, yes it willSaid I'm soTired of livingBut I'm, but I'm afraid to dieCause I don't know what's up thereIn that great, big ol skyOh my, oh my, oh myIt's been a long, long timeA long time comingChange gonna comeWooo, yes it will[Outro 2: Sample]"Sorry boysAll the stitches in the world can't sew me together againLay down, lay downGonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on hun and ninth streetAlways knew I'd make a stop thereBut a lot later than a whole gang of people thoughtLast of the MohicansWell, maybe not the lastCan't come with me on this trip, LoafGettin the shakes nowLast call for drinksBar's closin downSun's outWhere we goin for breakfast?Don't wanna go farRough nightTired, babyTired..."[Outro 3: Sample]"Greatest trick the devil ever pulledWas convincing the world he didn't existAnd like that, he's gone"

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[Ghf] Yeah[RZA] Word... these Wiz's be buggin GodReason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin[Ghf] Yeah, check it out y'all one twoWe back up in this joint! What?Check the fly sh*t... yeahDon't black out on me[Verse One: Ghostface]Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water troutAl Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugoutHeard the puss* was good, big nigg*s fell victimMentally stripped em one God turned ChristianShe know magic, soakin wet puss* on the matressSkin like Cleopatra's, the leading actressShe been f*ckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss ThingWith a ponytail kept a jar of VaselineShe's a big girl now, with a body that growlLike Wiz murder trial, smile attract crowdsMost nigg*s, would light the lord over this broadBig nigg*s in they drawers pose one knee on the floorLittle kids daydream of humping wildflowerHanna Barbera fame Geraldo Rivera[Verse Two: RZA]Fat ass, whips, big asses, colorful lipsWide hips, spoiler kits, chrome dippedWearing loot kicksPlus G's boomin' beatsLoud horn beeps, crowded streets, confusion yoThe heat is on, yo it's too black it's too strongIn one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to performPolice barricade, sidewalk crowded like paradesYour arena now present, the event of the decadeLong braids and fades, bald heads, finger wavesExtensions, nailsFriday, just got paidHeadlining your marquee is the prime time rhyme crime familyThat shines Godly light upon this hip-hop art formYo Dunn, we can't be measured by no chart, the God bornNever bust premature for sureYou want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitchDeep inside your coreThe explosion stops your menstruationCause your stomach inflationPatiently wait nine months for deportationOf the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tuneYo Gods, let me born y'all the science about the wombIt's a black hole for those who lose controlFertile soil for royal and wiseAnd spoiled many men and took many livesLoyal brothers changed sidesOnly birthed a decimal compared to those who died inside