Daytona 500歌词

作曲 : Coles, Diggs, Hill, James, Woods
We are the g o-ds
And we came to rock the spot
Like ironman starks

They be the illest mcs 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

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 **** we doin **** your unit
Its 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 *****es 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
All these mcs start realizing
That ghost got that **** thatll keep you vibing
The wu is here to bring you shaolins finest
But if your shields are weak you better step behind us
Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
Red and white wallys that match bend my baseball hat
Doin forever **** like pissin out the window on turnpikes
Robbin ****** 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
Moneys rolex with sparkles chef ragtop is spotless
Im iron man no cheap cash metal Im 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

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 **** style beware goons
Smuggle balloons lord of dooms in fat ***** 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 cant 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