Ghostface Killah - Winter Warz Lyrics
* originally appeared on the dont be a menace soundtrackIntro: method manIts on...(where your sparkle at kid)RyzarectorBreak: raekwon the chefYes the shit is raw, comin at your doorStart to scream out loud, wu-tangs back for moreYes the hours four, I told you beforePrepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)Verse one: u-godThis rhyme you digest through the rza consoleAsk why I slam, non-diagram poleRaekwon dropped the bomb, hunchback, norte dameGolden arms is bronze, buddah palm hit quranIt blows extreme, mean stream be the themeSupreme team, americas cream team, redeemedVidal sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of al caponeGun pow to the domeAnd split the bone, wig blown off the ledgeBy the alledged, full-fledged, sledge rza edgeOne dose of my feroc(ious) hand held trigga cutsAcapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touchedAnd critical, mic cords, hangin like umbilicalCords, dope swords, five star generalRaw be the quote rap style sore throatThrough the fully operational, hand held toteBreak: (first two lines)Verse two: ghostface killerMore than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get doneI hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check itSlick majestic, broke mics are left infectedGerms start to spread through your crew, drew like an epicYou 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 kids nice and he holds swordsAnd his name, black attacks the nerve like migrainesWith more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp painsPoisonous rebel like deck, you cant destroy thisYou get ambushed, skate, try to avoid thisSide effects of, hot raps and hot tracksA duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in blackMy culture, slides and attacks like a vultureGhostface and madison square is on your posterBreakVerse three: masta killaBe on the lookout for this mass murderous suspectThat throws more body bags than apartments in projectsAnd as far as the coroners knowThe autopsy shows, it was a shaolin blowPut on by my family brought to the academyOf the wu and learned how to***** 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 mentailDevils worship this like an iconTheyre huggin mics with the grips of a pythonBreakVerse four: cappadonna (cappachino)You heard of the rasp before but kept waitingFor the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strongBeats never worthy of my cause, I prolongExtravangza, time sits stillNo propoganda, be wary of the skillAs I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrumDedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsomeLebanon don, malcolm x beat threatCd massacre, murder to casetteI blow the shop up, you aint seen nothin yetOne man ran, tryin to get away from itPut your bifocal on, watch me Im cominInto your chamber like freddy enter dreamsDiscombumberate your technique and your schemeFour course applause, like a black dat to datYoure stuck on stupid like Im stuck on the mapNowhere to go except next show broEntertainin mother*****ers cant stop oIn battlin, you dont want me to start tattlinAll upon the stage because yall snakes keep rattlin*****, you aint got nothin on the richEvery other day my whole dress code switchSo just in case you want to clock me like sherryAll yall crab *****es aint got to worryCant get a nigga like don dime a dozenEven if Im smoked out I cant be scoped outIm 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 think, 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 can long dick hip-hop affectionI damage any mc who step in my directionIm staten islands best son ***** what you heardNiggaz still talkin that shit is absurdMy repotoire is u.s.s.r.P.l.o. style got blown out the carAnd run over, by the method man jeepDivine cant define my style is so deepLike *****, my low cut fade stay bushyLike a porcupine, I part backs like a spineCut you like a blunt and reconstruct your designI know you want to diss me, but I can read your mindCuz you weak in the knees like swvTryin to get a title like wu killa beeKid change your habit, you know Im friends with the abbotMe and rza ridin name printed in the tabletUnder vets, we paid our debts for mad yearsHibernate the sound, and now we out like beersAnd blunt power, born physically power speakinThe truth in the song be the pro-black teachin
