Daytona 500 (Radio Edit) - Ghostface Killah/Raekwon.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Diggs, Jr./Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Darryl Hill/B. James
[00:00.201] 作曲 : Robert Diggs, Jr./Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Darryl Hill/B. James
[00:00.402] We are the G-O-D's
[00:04.269] And we came to rock the spot like Ironman Starks
[00:12.331] They be the illest emcees in the world today
[00:19.033] Cappa, Raekwon, and the R-Z-A
[00:25.212] So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
[00:30.748] Light your blunts and down your beers
[00:33.721]'Cause you could never **** with Wu-Tang Killer Beez
[00:53.816] "From where we at to my man's cell
[00:57.092] From where we at—"
[00:59.668] Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge Knowledges
[01:02.663] Street astrologists, light up the mic, God—acknowledge this
[01:05.276] Fly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holder
[01:07.862] Play it, god, E-pack over the shoulder
[01:09.891] Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
[01:12.491] Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
[01:15.033] Repel all fakes like reflectors
[01:16.873] He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
[01:19.671] We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
[01:22.001] Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
[01:24.652] And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
[01:27.269] Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Dre
[01:29.659] Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
[01:31.857]Claim they doing the same shit we're doing—**** the union
[01:34.446] It's the same style, RZA’s train aboard, jump the turnstile
[01:36.978] On the island, he tried to challenge God for the new Bal's
[01:39.389] Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac'
[01:41.661] Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a da—it pays, black
[01:44.464] The Mac-10 flex wipe cats like Windex
[01:46.660] Index finger be sore busting these fly scripts
[01:49.219] The Wally kid count crazily, grands revive lands
[01:51.664]Laying with my b*****s and my mans in Lex Land
[01:54.079] We losing 'em, jet to the stash in Now Jerusalem
[01:56.756] Abusing 'em, rocking his jewels, like we using 'em
[01:59.019] Low-pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
[02:01.589] Roll with the older Gods, build with the Sun, Moon and Star
[02:03.952] All these MC's start realizing
[02:07.222] That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing
[02:12.125] The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest
[02:17.076] But if your skills are weak you better step behind us
[02:22.097] "Ghost Face— Ghosface Killah!""
[02:23.383] Mercury raps is roughed, then god just shown like taps
[02:25.546] Red and white Wallys that match, bend my baseball hat
[02:28.162] Doing forever shit like pissing out the window on turnpikes
[02:30.733] Robbing niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes
[02:33.305] Voice be mellow like Vaughn Harper, Radio Barber
[02:35.643] Murder sleep-away camp, the fly lady champ
[02:37.888] The arsonist who burn with his pen regardless
[02:40.577] Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
[02:42.720] In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings
[02:45.405] Biochemical cream, we burn kerosene
[02:47.671] The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
[02:50.342] Blonde heads, inscriptions with three sixes in
[02:52.483] Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
[02:54.931] I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
[02:57.699] Zoom in like binoculars—the rap blacksmith
[02:59.929] Money's Rolex was rockless, Chef' ragtop is spotless
[03:02.654] I'm Iron Man, no die-cast metal, I'm steel-alloy
[03:04.926] True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
[03:07.480] Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxes
[03:09.797] The track hit like the bangers in hundred watt boxes
[03:12.291] Yo, jostling these cats while Little J be deli'ing
[03:14.818] Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians
[03:18.164] "Rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
[03:20.332] From where we at to my man's cell"
[03:22.224] All these MC's start realizing
[03:25.659] That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing
[03:30.549] The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest
[03:35.370] But if your skills are weak you better step behind us
[03:38.288] "Cappa-Cappa-Cappa-Cappachino"
[03:41.638] Give me the the fifty thou, small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills
[03:44.256] My beer spills—what up, Lils? Murder one, dun
[03:46.559] Killer bee stung, guess who back home son
[03:48.600] My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
[03:51.347] Cristal bottles, cages of boom, Papi wardrobe
[03:53.991]The mad-hatter big d**k style, beware goon
[03:56.246]Smuggle balloons, Lorna Doones in fat p***y wound
[03:58.636] Let the Gods build, pull up the grill, check out the mad skills
[04:01.431] Top-secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it
[04:04.191] Jiggy style of rap and watching knock our slang, sweep it
[04:06.568] Out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter
[04:08.852] Spoil the rotten, Donna, too good to be forgotten
[04:11.000] High top notch, borderline rhymes is Hanc**ked
[04:13.362] '96, my ill sound clash is still hot
[04:17.386] Get yourself shot
[04:20.342] All you MC's start realizing
[04:24.304] That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing
[04:29.276] The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest
[04:34.061] But if your skills are weak you better step behind us