Poisonous Darts

歌詞

* also known as Water Technique "Let's see you try the water technique! Hai! Ha, ha! (sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch) The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat Yeah... "The sky is high, the cloud is low" (fuck him) "But my water technique is hard to think" (yeah, check the live shit) "that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" (uhh) Verse One: Ghostface What the fuck I got the moonshine, word to God let's get it on Clap your heels two times, grab the magic wand Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless Some are out of this world, stranded on Uranus With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules Take a blast fool boobie trap up crews it's natural like soy bean, burn like a laser beam My vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns The segment, rare fragment comes together like magnets, attract heads capture like Dragnet Going through mad phases, of all ages Killa Beez locked the fuck up behind cages The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze Press call ID for me to quote more degrees The fortune teller Tucker sleeping gas umbrella A war where they're gunning in the back of Armanbella Now who, don't believe that cash must rule I don't eat beef, I slap blood out of Purdue Keep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the session It's over, I file this and glow like fluorescent *Raekwon sings some shit over Water Technique samples* Verse Two: Ghostface Killah Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cashflow Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes, mega powder dripping from they nose Fucking Jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose Send them for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice Holding money that's convertible, beds with feathered bags With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad You onion head niggaz spread out and parley Yo Rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain I'm so hyped Jakes label God "crack cocaine" Why Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kid Ricki fucked up, and G-Pac, blow his wig he's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform He's a newborn, look at money swearing like he's on But anyway back to furry Kangols Jamaican Wallabees My back is on the wall, bombing devils with trick-knowledgy My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards Next year two hundred niggaz coming with swords!