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Correct Winter Warz Lyrics
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Ghostface Killah
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Correct Winter Warz
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Originally*appeared on the don't be a menace soundtrack Intro method: man It's on (where... your sparkle at kid) Ryzarector Break raekwon: the chef Yes the s titis raw comin, at your door Start to scream out loud wu-tang's, back for more Yes the hour's four I, told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) Verse one you-god: This rhyme you digest through the rza console Ask why I slam non-diagram, pole Raekwon dropped the bomb hunchback, norte, dame Golden arms is bronze buddah, palm hit qu'ran It blows extreme mean, stream be the theme Supreme team america's, cream team redeemed, Vidal sassoon chrome, tones hear the moans of al capone Gun pow to the dome And split the bone wig, blown off the ledge By the alledged full-fledged, sledge, rza edge One dose of my feroc(ious) hand held trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic, cords hangin, like umbilical Cords dope, swords five, star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational hand, held tote Break (first: two lines) Verse two ghostface: killer More than thousand times one snatch, up my, styles get done I hold a title enhanced, how my belt was won check, it Slick majestic broke, mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew drew, like an epic You asked for it shot, up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked avenger I, appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle sharper, than the indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me the, kid's nice and he holds swords And his name black, attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains livid, sharp pains Poisonous rebel like deck you, can't destroy this You get ambushed skate, try, to avoid this Side effects of hot, raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son dipped, in black My culture slides, and attacks like a vulture Ghostface and madison square is on your poster Break Verse three masta: killa Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That throws more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy shows it, was a shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy Of the wu and learned how to F k**up your anatomy steadily, calm, and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit Mc's submit to the will as I kill your Juvenile freestyle civilize, the mentail Devils worship this like an icon They're huggin mics with the grips of a python Break Verse four cappadonna: (cappachino) You heard of the rasp before but kept waiting For the sun of song I, keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause I, prolong Extravangza time, sits still No propoganda be, wary of the skill As I bring forth the music make, love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap ni z***beware, of the fearsome Lebanon don malcolm, x beat threat Cd massacre murder, to casette I blow the shop up you, ain't seen nothin yet One man ran tryin, to get away from it Put your bifocal on watch, me I'm comin Into your chamber like freddy enter dreams Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause like, a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop o In battlin you, don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep rattlin B h***you, ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like sherry All y'all crab b s*****ain't got to worry Can't get a n anuslike don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill I, represent park hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in and, get ten dollars back The fat lp with cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think put, valve up to twelve Put all the other lp's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt and, dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you can long d k**hip-hop affection I damage any mc who step in my direction I'm staten island's best son f k**what you heard Ni z***still talkin that s titis absurd My repotoire is you S. S. Are. P. L. O. Style. got blown out the car And run over by, the method man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep Like p y***my, low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine I, part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me but, I can read your mind 'cause you weak in the knees like swv Tryin to get a title like wu killa bee Kid change your habit you, know I'm friends with the abbot Me and rza ridin name printed in the tablet Under vets we, paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound and, now we out like beers And blunt power born, physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin
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