Iron Maiden (Album Version)

Iron Maiden (Album Version) - Cappadonna/Raekwon/Ghostface Killah

What you doin' on our turf punk

Got a message for Smokey

Give it

You Smokey man

Give it

If you ain't Smokey

It ain't yo' motherf**kin' message

Motherf**ker I said give me the message

It's from Willie in the slam

Ni**a you been busted

Yeah the man picked me up

Well I ain't got no f**kin' time

To play witchu Now gimme the message

Willie's in Warwick doin' 1-3

Told me to tell y'all motherf**kers to

Keep cool

He be out one way or another

Quick Maybe I could stick

Around for awhile

Naw that's out man You know

What can we The Lords

Do with a punk like you

Kiss my a** motherf**ker

(Burn 'em)

Just me and you motherf**ker

Just me and you

I put trademarks around your f**kin' eye

Portrayin' won't be payin'

Uh huh Uh huh

Yeah no doubt no doubt

This Wally champ cat Yeah it's on this one

Yo Gambino niggas who swipe theirs

Deluxe rap cavaliers

Midgets who steal beers give 'em theirs

Sit back jollyin'

My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'

Drug Somalians pollyin'

Many raps they crochetin'

Ay yo Iron these niggas portrayin'

But haven't been payin'

For real slide on these niggas like flesh fear

Caesar fade style usually tough grenade

Throw a blade f**k gettin' laid

Guzzle this sh*t like Gatorade

Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede

Connectin' with the hot style is done

Light up a chalis

I run with nuttin' but the wildest foulest

Come on now long-dick style

Niggas on the hit out

Ay yo Iron bite my sh*t out

Eventually bust a rap gun mentally

Been doin' this century kid just meant to be

Get on your knees

And bless me with a gem in the Caribbean

Skiin' off by P M

Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians

Fellatium style

Play it like thirty-two Arabians

The greatest lesson is don't owe

You might get stole on

When I go bury me wit Valow on

They come to me and understand

Just let me get mines first Then after I

Get mines y'all can do what y'all wanna do

F**k 'em up bad

'Sho 'nuff hit the bank and thrust

Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer

Got trained on the tour bus

We upgrade swallow raw eggs

Read the label

Hittin' white-label

Left the Winnebago unstable

Smooth sailin' walked in

My earth started kneelin'

Started stealin' I'm too ill

See we're bellin' at the parlay

Kicked up mack max motion

Michael Bolton magazine call

I'm too potent

Louisville mix pain kill rap

F**k benadryl

The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill

Tremendously obnoxious no blotches

My telephone watch'll

Leave bartenders topless

Dead on the prosecutor

Smacked a juror

Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura

We sit back on Malayan islands

Sippin' mix drinks out

Of boat coconut bowls we whylin'

Sit back jollyin' Uh huh Uh huh

Uh huh Uh huh Sit back jollyin'

Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh

Sit back jollyin' Uh huh Uh huh

Uh huh Uh huh Sit back jollyin'

Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh

Sit back

Deep meditation sound orientated

War the blizzard

Rap para-medical the wizard

Cappadonna never caterin' to none

My microphone and three verse

Weigh a ton of slaughter

You oughta five thousand

Back across the water

My laboratory story

Keep me flowin' with the glory

Acapella or deep dirty instrumental

I could blow the sky

Like the stormy wind blew

One gallon of whylin' Park Hill profilin'

I cut your face up rough fifty sure

While you're smilin'

For violatin' my position

I leave you smoked

Like a crackhead on a mission

Two tokes of mic d**e

One stroke of elegance

Rated like the movie

Graphic told intelligence

Person to person

It'd be hard for you to take a trophy

You better off to get somebody

Out to try to smoke me

'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day

Dancehall General Party Fanatic Colonel

Cappadonna son'a old school

Just go infernal

Veteran for rappin' with

The new set of rule of hard rappin'

Ninety-six jive

I keep the live crowd clappin'

When I bow all praises due to Staten Isle

I spark the mic and

Shaolin spark the methtical

Every evenin' I have a by myself meetin'

Thinkin' who's gonna be the next

To catch a beatin'

From my mental slangin'

Bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare

I brutalize all competition catch ill hair

Chance him that's what they said

Threw up a ransom

I jacked it stripped the beat

Naked and packed it

Gimme my rewards

The way I the way I wanna get 'em

I want 'em gotten I want 'em layin'

Out I want 'em gotten

'Cause niggas need to be gotten

He need to be taken off of here

That's right