Ghostface Killah Iron Maiden(feat Raekwon Cappadonna Lyrics

Iron Maiden(feat Raekwon Cappadonna Lyrics

[Intro: (from the motion picture "Fresh")]

 

 (What you doin' on our turf, punk?

 Got a message for Smokey.

 Give it.

 You Smokey, man?

 Give it!

 If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message

 Motherfucker, I said gimme 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 fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message.

 Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to  

 keep  cool.     He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick    


 around for awhile.

 Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like  


 you?

 Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just  

 me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!)

 

 (Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh)

 (Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one)

 

 [Raekwon:]

 

 Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs

 Deluxe rap cavaliers

 Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs

 

 [Chorus: Raekwon]

 

 Sit back jollyin'

 My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'

 Drug Somalians pollyin'

 

 [Verse One: Raekwon]

 

 Many raps they crochetin'

 Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin'

 But haven't been payin'

 For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear

 Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade

 Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid

 Guzzle this shit like Gatorade

 Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede

 Connectin' with the hot style is done

 Light up a chalis

 I run with nuttin' 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 doin' this century kid, just meant to be

 Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean

 Skiin' off by P.M.

 Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians

 Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians

 The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on

 When I go bury me wit Valow on

 

 (They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first.  Then after I


 get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do.  Fuck 'em up bad)

 

 [Verse Two: Ghostface]

 

 'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrust

 Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus

 We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label

 Hittin' white-label, left the Winnebago unstable

 Smooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin'

 Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay

 Kicked up, mack, max motion

 Michael Bolton magazine call, 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 on the prosecutor, smacked a juror

 Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura

 We sit back on Malayan islands

 Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin'

 

 [(Break) Raekwon:]

 

 Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huh

 Uh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin'

 Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh

 

 [(Chorus) x 2]

 

 Sit back

 

 [Verse Three: Cappadonna]

 

 Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard

 Rap para-medical the wizard

 Cappadonna, never caterin' to none

 My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter

 You oughta five thousand back across the water

 My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory

 Acapella or deep dirty instrumental

 I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew

 One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'

 I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'

 For violatin' 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 P-L-O T-K-O every day

 Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel

 Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal

 Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'

 Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'

 When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle

 I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical

 Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin'

 Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'

 From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare

 I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair

 Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom

 I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it

 Gimme my rewards

 

 (The way I, the way I wanna get 'em.  I want 'em gotten.  I want 'em layin'


 out.  I want 'em gotten.  'Cause niggas need to be gotten.  He need to be 

 taken off of here.  That's right.)