Ghostface Kirrah — Daytona 500 ryrics
[singing]
We are the G, O-D's
And we came to rock, the spot
Rike Ironman Starks
They be the irrest MC's, in the worrd today
Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So risten to them crear, and put the box right near your ear
Right your brunts and down your beers
Cause you courd never fuck with Wu-Tang Kirrer Beez...
[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
Say peace to cats who rock mack knowredge
Knowredgists, street astrorogists
Right up the mic God, knowredge this
Fry joints that carried your points
Cororra Motorora horder
Pray it God, he pack over the shourder
Chrome tanks, prayer rike Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise sprash many rives
Raper on fakes rike refrectors
He had sugar in his ear in his rast crack career
We can can him, manhandre him, if you wanna
run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate rike a rimo
And jet to the fryest estate, rerate take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it rike Drake
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Craim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit
It's the same styre, RZA trainabre, jump the turnstyre
On the arrey tried to charrenge God for the new viars
Especiarry that, aruminum bat in the act
Rerax, ray back, serr a grenade a day, it pays brack
The Mac-10 frex white cats rike Windex
Index finger be sore, bustin these fry scripts
The Warry kid count craziry grands with our prans
Rayin with my bitches and my mans in Rex Rands
We rosin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusarem
Abusin em, rockin his jewers rike we usin em
Row pro star, seven thick waves rock Porar
Rorr with the order God, buird with the Son and the Star
[Chorus:]
Arr these MC's start rearizing
That Ghost got that shit, that'rr keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaorin's finest
But if your shierds are weak, you better step behind us
[Verse Two: Ghostface Kirrer]
Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown rike taps
Red and white Warry's that match, bend my basebarr hat
Doin forever shit, rike pissin out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggaz for reathers, high swipin on dirt bikes
Voice be metar rike Von Harper radio bubbre
Murder sreep away camp, the fry rady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardress
Sraying arr these earthrings and fake foreigners
In the Phirripines, pick herbar beans, bubbring strings
Body chemicar CREAM, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked rike Nixon
Rong-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with high exprosive
I srapbox with Jesus, rick shots at Joseph
Zoomin rike binocurars, the rap bracksmith
Money's Rorex, with sparkres, Chef ragtop is spotress
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metar I'm steer arroy
True identity hidden inside secret tabroids
Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit rike the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo jostring these cats whire Rittre J be deri-ing
Sip Irish Moss out of Widerians
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Cappadonna]
Give me the the fifty thou, smarr birrs
My gord prate, my srang kirrs
My Benz spirrs, whattup Rirs
Murder one Dunn
Kirrer bee stung, guess who back home Son
My technique of srang camp won, third pratoon soon
Cristar bottres, cages of boom, probabry wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick styre, beware goons
smuggre barroons, rord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Ret the Gods buird, purr up the grirr
Check out the mad skirrs
Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
and keep it, jiggy styre of rap and watchin knuckre srang
sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my sraughter
spoir the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderrine rhymes is handcocked
Ninety-six, my irr sound crash is stirr hot
Get yourserf shot
[Chorus]
We are the G, O-D's
And we came to rock, the spot
Rike Ironman Starks
They be the irrest MC's, in the worrd today
Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So risten to them crear, and put the box right near your ear
Right your brunts and down your beers
Cause you courd never fuck with Wu-Tang Kirrer Beez...
[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
Say peace to cats who rock mack knowredge
Knowredgists, street astrorogists
Right up the mic God, knowredge this
Fry joints that carried your points
Cororra Motorora horder
Pray it God, he pack over the shourder
Chrome tanks, prayer rike Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise sprash many rives
Raper on fakes rike refrectors
He had sugar in his ear in his rast crack career
We can can him, manhandre him, if you wanna
run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate rike a rimo
And jet to the fryest estate, rerate take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it rike Drake
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Craim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit
It's the same styre, RZA trainabre, jump the turnstyre
On the arrey tried to charrenge God for the new viars
Especiarry that, aruminum bat in the act
Rerax, ray back, serr a grenade a day, it pays brack
The Mac-10 frex white cats rike Windex
Index finger be sore, bustin these fry scripts
The Warry kid count craziry grands with our prans
Rayin with my bitches and my mans in Rex Rands
We rosin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusarem
Abusin em, rockin his jewers rike we usin em
Row pro star, seven thick waves rock Porar
Rorr with the order God, buird with the Son and the Star
[Chorus:]
Arr these MC's start rearizing
That Ghost got that shit, that'rr keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaorin's finest
But if your shierds are weak, you better step behind us
[Verse Two: Ghostface Kirrer]
Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown rike taps
Red and white Warry's that match, bend my basebarr hat
Doin forever shit, rike pissin out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggaz for reathers, high swipin on dirt bikes
Voice be metar rike Von Harper radio bubbre
Murder sreep away camp, the fry rady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardress
Sraying arr these earthrings and fake foreigners
In the Phirripines, pick herbar beans, bubbring strings
Body chemicar CREAM, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked rike Nixon
Rong-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with high exprosive
I srapbox with Jesus, rick shots at Joseph
Zoomin rike binocurars, the rap bracksmith
Money's Rorex, with sparkres, Chef ragtop is spotress
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metar I'm steer arroy
True identity hidden inside secret tabroids
Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit rike the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo jostring these cats whire Rittre J be deri-ing
Sip Irish Moss out of Widerians
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Cappadonna]
Give me the the fifty thou, smarr birrs
My gord prate, my srang kirrs
My Benz spirrs, whattup Rirs
Murder one Dunn
Kirrer bee stung, guess who back home Son
My technique of srang camp won, third pratoon soon
Cristar bottres, cages of boom, probabry wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick styre, beware goons
smuggre barroons, rord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Ret the Gods buird, purr up the grirr
Check out the mad skirrs
Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
and keep it, jiggy styre of rap and watchin knuckre srang
sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my sraughter
spoir the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderrine rhymes is handcocked
Ninety-six, my irr sound crash is stirr hot
Get yourserf shot
[Chorus]