Текст песни Ghostface Killah - Ironman
Ghostface Killah - Ironman слова песни
"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 coatYeah..."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 Killah]What the fuck I got the moonshine, word to God let`s get it onClap your heels two times, grab the magic wandNameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainlessShowin out of this world, stranded on UranusWith coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsulesTake a blast fool but we trap up crews it`s naturallike soybean, burn like a laser beamMy vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburnsThe segment, rare fragment comes togetherlike magnets, attract heads capture like DragnetGoin through mad phases, of all agesKilla beez locked the fuck up behind cagesThe Genovese swallow this line and caught a freezePress call ID for me to quote more degreesThe fortune teller Tucker sleepin gas umbrellaA war where they`re gunnin in the back of ArmanbellaNow who, don`t believe that cash must ruleI don`t eat beef, I slap blood out of PurdueKeep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the sessionIt`s over, I file this and glow like flourescent*Raekwon sings some shit over Water Technique samples*[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cashflowRockin a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glowwith hoes, mega powder drippin from they noseFuckin Jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy poseSend em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bitesOnly Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot diceHoldin money that`s convertable, beds with feathered bagsWith the mongoose your man`s got two seeds down in BagdadYou onionhead niggaz spread out and parlayYo Rae these itch days get crashed with ash traysI pull stings like, guitar strings down in SpainI`m so hyped Jakes label God "crack cocaine"Why Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kidRicki fucked up, and G-Pac, blow his wighe`s rockin Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniformHe`s a newborn, look at money swearin like he`s onBut anyway back to furry kangols Jamaican wallabeesMy back is on the wall, bombin devils with trick-knowledgyMy heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awardsNext year two hundred niggaz comin with swords!