Ghostface Killah Wu Banga 101(feat Cappadonna Gza Masta Killa Raekwon Lyrics

Wu Banga 101(feat Cappadonna Gza Masta Killa Raekwon Lyrics

[GZA]

 Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced

 I move with the speed and strength of ants

 Identical in form with the Beez they swarm

 Hold up the cold current appear warm

 My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all

 to the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall

 Mr. Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic

 Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic

 See the logo?  A monument in hip-hop

 Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks

 Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops

 Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot

 Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare

 Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare

 Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure

 My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure

 No surprise, double disc touched five

 Those elements, kept environments colonized

 with the high flyin death-defyin flow like the Rebel

 Right there, but you're one light year, from my level

 

 [Ghostface]

 Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo..

 Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine

 slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma

 He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat

 Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope

 Oooh!  Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right

 Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes

 Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot

 Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"

 Shirley fainted dead on the spot

 Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot

 Oh shit!

 

 [Raekwon the Chef]

 Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs

 Masqueradin X-rated throw blades, all occasions

 Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Daas gobbles White House

 Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups

 Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out

 No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow

 was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you

 The way we lamp, fans come and get you

 Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at

 the black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack

 Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do

 It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew

 Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo

 Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips

 Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash

 Alcatraz cats roll out fast..

 

 [Cappadonna]

 Wu thousand nuthin but hardcore

 We tryin to get land riches and more

 Ghost put me on to it

 We just do it, floss or whatever

 Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks

 Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost

 Had to beat niggaz with toast

 Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat

 Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at?

 Fakin the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"

 Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter

 Y'all heard about us like we heard about you

 Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue

 Calm down not tryin to hurt you, burst through

 That shit, fatter than all y'all niggaz outfits

 We the glitch like Y2K

 Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day

 

 "Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible.

 His remarkable armor is supreme!"

 

 [Masta Killa]

 Yo

 Sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool

 Grab my gun, select one, snatch son

 Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum

 Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot

 Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face

 Shots to the body that shake like the bass

 I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down

 Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest

 

 [Ghostface]

 Skip to the intro, rap through po'

 Smashed a fresh ball of wax ceasar

 Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista

 Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin trunks

 Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice

 Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless

 Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick

 carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights

 too bright Ghost is comin y'all fix the mirrors

 Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't

 Exile he no longer in the hood

 Bless the kid that max the most

 Me I turn a wedding into hoax

 Roses tied to bombs on posts

 On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice

 Rasta nigga rock the big do's

 Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu