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🎙️ARTIST: Ghostface Killah
📣TITLE: Daytona 500
💿ALBUM: IronMan
📆RELEASED: 1996
Lyrics
nowledgists, 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 doing the same shit we doing, fuck your union
It’s the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style
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, busting these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We losing em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
Abusing em, rocking his jewels like we using ’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
Doing forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggas for leathers, high swiping 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 Philippines, 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 slap box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
Zooming 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 deli-ing
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, what up 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 watching knuckle slang
Sweep it out of order tape 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
La note Firebarzzz
Encore une dinguerie sortie de l’ecurie de Staten Island,Etat de Newyork. Du beat au lyrics, tout est bon. Ghost’ est au top de son art tout comme ses deux compères.. Raekwon et Cappadonna.
Qui de mieux que Raekwon The Chief, pour parler de ce titre complètement dingue?
Les bilingues à vous de jouer, pour les autres l’utilisation du traducteur peut être bénéfique. Peace.
5,4,3,2,1 OK c’est partie, ça tourne !
« I love that break beat, ‘Nautilus.’ RZA just touched it a little bit, sped it up. And that right there to me was the definition of a real MC tappin’ a beat, so I knew this was one I definitely had to make my business to come with authority on. And I don’t even know my shit might’ve went over sixteen, like I was just doggin’ it.
At that time, I guess we were hanging out with the Force MDs that day. These are cats that are R&B superstars that came from Staten Island. They were the only R&B group to really make an impact the way they did and they were really MCs too. But now they call themselves MDs, because now they in the melodies, so we kinda respected them for their legacy and what they did for Staten Island.
Me and Ghost invited them to come do a track with us. So they were just chillin’ with us getting drunk, high, buggin’ out. They heard the beat, and were like, ‘Damn, y’all niggas want us on this shit?’ We were like, ‘Yeah, this one.’ So, it was an all-nighter. They were goin’ in there trying shit and we were like, ‘Again. Nah, yeah, nah, yeah.’
Then next thing you know they came with that one, ‘All these MCs start realizing’ By that time they came with that, I think I had already written the first verse. So RZA had something to play for them like, ‘Yo, listen to this.’ Boom. And a lot of times back then I just had a lot of energy man. And that record right there, we were goin’ off.
You know Ghost came in, and this was back then when Ghost used to get high, so we were geekin’, high. We’re drunk, buggin’ out. He may have been smoking some dust before he came in, but he got it under control. You know, this is back in his wild crazy days. But, at the end of the day, he was like, ‘Nigga, that’s my album, we gon’ go in on this.’ »
Raekwon
