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

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[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
文本歌词
作词 : Robert Diggs, Jr./Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Darryl Hill/B. James
作曲 : Robert Diggs, Jr./Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Darryl Hill/B. James
We are the G-O-D's
And we came to rock the spot like Ironman Starks
They be the illest emcees 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 **** with Wu-Tang Killer Beez
"From where we at to my man's cell
From where we at—"
Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge Knowledges
Street astrologists, light up the mic, God—acknowledge this
Fly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holder
Play it, god, E-pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Repel all 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 Dre
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the same shit we're doing—**** the union
It's the same style, RZA’s train aboard, jump the turnstile
On the island, he tried to challenge God for the new Bal's
Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac'
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a da—it pays, black
The Mac-10 flex wipe cats like Windex
Index finger be sore busting these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily, grands revive lands
Laying with my b*****s and my mans in Lex Land
We losing 'em, jet to the stash in Now Jerusalem
Abusing 'em, rocking his jewels, like we using 'em
Low-pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the older Gods, build with the Sun, Moon and Star
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 skills are weak you better step behind us
"Ghost Face— Ghosface Killah!""
Mercury raps is roughed, then god just shown like taps
Red and white Wallys that match, bend my baseball hat
Doing forever shit like pissing out the window on turnpikes
Robbing niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes
Voice be mellow like Vaughn Harper, Radio Barber
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
Biochemical cream, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
Blonde heads, inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
Zoom in like binoculars—the rap blacksmith
Money's Rolex was rockless, Chef' ragtop is spotless
I'm Iron Man, no die-cast 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
"Rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell"
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 skills are weak you better step behind us
"Cappa-Cappa-Cappa-Cappachino"
Give me the the fifty thou, small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills
My beer spills—what up, Lils? Murder one, dun
Killer bee stung, guess who back home son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, Papi wardrobe
The mad-hatter big d**k style, beware goon
Smuggle balloons, Lorna Doones in fat p***y wound
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 watching knock our slang, sweep it
Out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter
Spoil the rotten, Donna, too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is Hanc**ked
'96, my ill sound clash is still hot
Get yourself shot
All you 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 skills are weak you better step behind us