Dart Throwing Lyrics

Dart Throwing lyrics

[Raekwon the Chef] 
Let's get it on Kokomo 
John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird 
Yeah 
Another Persian legacy 
 
[Method] The Iron Lung 
 
[Raekwon the Chef] 
Yo yeah 
Yeah, yo, yo 
Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle 
sword rockin halibut steak we choppin 
Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time 
Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line 
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley 
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's 
Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater 
My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas 
Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin 
The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans 
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in 
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden 
 
[Method Man] 
I dig my life experiences, wrap it up 
in twelve inches, keepin my defenses 
Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches 
In the ghetto servin life sentence 
Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks 
Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin 
Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day 
Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat 
in Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin 
Once again plot thicken, and you succumb 
to the will of the slum bite your tongue 
Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one 
Guilty by association, stank bit*h 
wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass 
Let them players flash, and trick on they cash 
on your funky as* I only buy sh*t that last 
A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through 
the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty 
in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti 
Head heavy, with deadly medleys 
 
[Cappadonna] 
I opened up my rap bible, then the light came 
over the children, as it began to rain 
I started buildin, spoke many times before 
but didn't score, my reading was poor 
Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish 
and approach all hominyms, sh*t in your brain 
Wipe my as* with the phenonmenyms, be holy 
or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia 
Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff 
rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what? 
Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo 
Uniform flow, stay strong black my sh*t is real 
Peace out bro 
... 
 
[Method Man] 
Tical 
Eyes as diamonds, time again 
Motherf**kers wanna battle with the bat or pen 
Give it to em raw, give it to em raw 
down to the f**kin floor, up to the roof with the proof 
Meth-Tical mad, god damn! 
Hahahaha, right 
Motherf**kers