Iron Maiden Lyrics - Ironman - 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' motherfuckin' message 

Motherfucker, I said gimme the message} 

{It's from Willie, in the slam, nigga, you been busted? 

Yeah, the man picked me up 

Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu 

Now gimme the message} 

{Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1 to 3, told me to tell y'all motherfuckers 

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 ass, motherfucker, burn 'em 

Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you 

I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye} 

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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, fuck gettin' laid 

Guzzle this shit like Gatorade 

Big-dick Wallies have, never half-suede 

Connectin' with the hot style is done 

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Light up a challis 

I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest 

Come on now, long dick style 

Niggas on the hit out, ay yo, Iron, bite my shit out 

Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally 

Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be 

Get on your knees an' 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 

Fuck 'em up bad} 

'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank an' 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, fuck 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 an' my girl'll run like Luke an' 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', my team be gamin' 

Like three card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin' 

Sit back jollyin', my team be gamin' 

Like three card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin' 

Sit back 

Deep meditation, sound orientated, war the blizzard 

Rap para-medical, the wizard 

Cappadonna, never caterin' to none 

My microphone an' 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 crack head on a mission 

Two tokes of mic dope, 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 

Dance hall 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 an' 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 an' 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 straight}