Daytona 500 (Radio Edit) feat. Raekwon,Cappadonna

歌詞

We are the GOD's And we came to rock the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's in the world today Cappa Raekwon and the RZA So listen to them clear and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck 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 cribo 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 shit we doin fuck your unit It's 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 bitches 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 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 shields are weak you better step behind us Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps Red and white Wally's that match bend my baseball hat Doin forever shit like pissin out the window on turnpikes Robbin niggaz 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 Money's Rolex with sparkles Chef ragtop is spotless I'm Iron Man no cheap cash 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 deling Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians 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 shields are weak you better step behind us 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 dick style beware goons smuggle balloons lord of dooms in fat pussy 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 can't 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 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 shields are weak you better step behind us