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ghostface killer – winter warz lyrics

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it’s on
where your sparkle at kid?
ryzarector

yes the sh-t is 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

this rhyme you digest through the rza console
ask why i slam, non-diagram pole
raekwon dropped the bomb, hunchback, notre dame
golden arms is bronze, buddha palm hit quaran

it blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
supreme team, america’s cream team, redeemed
vidal s-ssoon, chrome tones hear the moans of al capone
gun pow to the dome

and split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
by the alleged, full-fledged, sledge rza edge
one dose of my ferocious hand held trigga cuts
acapella spittin’ sh-ll 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

yes the sh-t is raw, comin’ at your door
you start to scream out loud, wu-tang’s back for more

more than thousand times one, sn-tch up, my styles get done
i hold a t-tle, 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

sit back and let the king explore
describe me, the kid’s nice and he holds swords
and his name, black attacks 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 duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black
my culture, slides and attacks like a vulture
ghostface and madison square is on your poster

yes the sh-t is raw, comin’ at your door
you 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

be on the lookout for this m-ss 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-ck 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

yes the sh-t is raw, comin’ at your door
you 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

you heard of the rasp before but kept waiting
for the sun of song, i keep dance halls strong
beats never worthy of my cause, i prolong
extravaganza, time sits still

no propaganda, be wary of the skill
as i bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
dedicated to rap n-gg-z, beware of the fearsome
lebanon don, malcolm x beat threat

cd m-ssacre, murder to c-ssette
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
discomb-mberate 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’ motherf-ckers 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-tch, 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-tches ain’t got to worry

can’t get a n-gg- like 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
p-ss 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-ck hip-hop affection
i damage any mc who step in my direction
i’m staten island’s best son f-ck what you heard

n-gg-z still talkin’ that sh-t is absurd
my repertoire is u.s.s.r., 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-ssy, 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

‘cuz you weak in the knees like swv
tryin’ to get a t-tle 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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