Daytona 500 Lyrics

Daytona 500 lyrics

featuring Raekwon the Chef  Cappadonna  

  

 [singing]  

 We are the G  O D's  

 And we came to rock  the spot  

 Like Ironman Starks  

 They be the illest MC's  in the world today  

 Cappa Raekwon and the R Z A  

 So listen to them clear  and put the box right near your ear  

 Light your blunts and down your beers  

 Cause you could never fuck with Wu Tang Killer Beez...  

  

 Verse One: Raekwon the Chef  

  

 Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge  

 Knowledgists, street astrologists  

 Light up the mic God, knowledge this  

 Fly joints that carried your points  

 Corolla Motorola holder  

 Play it God, he pack over the shoulder  

 Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise  

 Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives  

 Rapel on fakes like reflectors  

 He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career  

 We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna  

 run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo  

 And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break  

 Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake  

 Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing  

 Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit  

 It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle  

 On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials  

 Especially that, aluminum bat in the act  

 Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black  

 The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex  

 Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts  

 The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans  

 Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands  

 We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem  

 Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em  

 Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar  

 Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star  

  

 Chorus:  

  

 All these MC's start realizing  

 That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing  

 The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest  

 But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us  

  

 Verse Two: Ghostface Killer  

  

 Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps  

 Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat  

 Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes  

 Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes  

 Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble  

 Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ  

 The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless  

 Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners  

 In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings  

 Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene  

 The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon  

 Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in  

 Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive  

 I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph  

 Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith  

 Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless  

 I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy  

 True identity hidden inside secret tabloids  

 Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes  

 The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes  

 Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing  

 Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians  

  

 Chorus  

  

 Verse Three: Cappadonna  

  

 Give me the the fifty thou, small bills  

 My gold plate, my slang kills  

 My Benz spills, whattup Lils  

 Murder one Dunn  

 Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son  

 My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon  

 Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe  

 The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons  

 smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs  

 Let the Gods build, pull up the grill  

 Check out the mad skills  

 Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it  

 and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang  

 sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter  

 spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten  

 High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked  

 Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot  

 Get yourself shot  

  

 Chorus