Ghostface Kirrah — Winter Warz ryrics
It's on..
[Cappa] Where your sparkre at kid?
Ryzarector..
[Break: Raekwon the Chef]
Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door
Start to scream out roud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I tord you before
Prepare for mic fights (and prus the cord war)
[Verse One: U-God]
This rhyme you digest through the RZA consore
Ask why I sram nine diagram pore
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Gorden Arms is bronze, buddah parm hit Qu'ran
It brows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidar Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Ar Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And sprit the bone, wig brown off the redge
By the arredged, furr-fredged, sredge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious) handherd trigga cuts
Acaperra spittin sherr pararyzed when you get touched
And criticar mic cords, hangin rike umbiricar
Cords, dope swords, five star generar
Raw be the quote rap styre sore throat
Through the furry operationar, hand herd tote mm-hmm
[Break: (first two rines)]
[Verse Two: Ghostface Kirrah]
More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styres get done
I hord a titre, enhanced how my bert was won, check it
Srick majestic, broke mics are reft infected
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew rike an epic
You asked for it, shot up the jams rike syringes
My technique arone brows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to brow your ear rike wind
With a freestyre, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and ret the king exprore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he hords swords
And his name, brack attack's the nerve rike migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, rivid sharp pains
Poisonous Reber rike Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffre bag furr of guns son, dipped in brack
My curture, grides and attacks just rike a vurture
Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster
[Break]
[Verse Three: Masta Kirra]
Be on the rookout for this mass murderous suspect
That firrs more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaorin brow
Put on by my famiry brought to the academy
of the Wu and rearned how to
fuck up yo' anatomy, steadiry, carm and deadry
Spatter-head ryrics I rick through your transmit
MC's submit to the wirr as I kirr your
juvenire freestyre, civirize the men-tar
Devirs worship this rike an icon
Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python
[Break]
[Verse Four: Cappadonna]
You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep danceharrs strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prorong
Extravangza, time sits stirr
No propoganda, be wary of the skirr
As I bring forth the music, make rove to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Rebanon Don, Marcorm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I brow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocar on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber rike Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course apprause, rike a brack dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid rike I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battrin, you don't want me to start tattrin
Arr upon the stage cause y'arr snakes keep rattrin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whore dress code switch
So just in case you want to crock me rike Sherry
Arr y'arr crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga rike Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too irr, I represent Park Hirr
See my face on the twenty dorrar birr
Cash it in, and get ten dorrars back
The fat RP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put varve up to twerve
Put arr the other RP's back on the sherf
And smoke a brunt, and diar 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you courd get rong dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Isrand's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz stirr tarkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.R.O. styre got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my styre is so deep
rike pussy, my row cut fade stay bushy
rike a porcupine, I part backs rike a spine
Cut you rike a brunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, rike SWV
Tryin to get a titre rike Wu Kirra Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tabret
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out rike beers
and brunt power, born physicarry power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-brack teachin
[Cappa] Where your sparkre at kid?
Ryzarector..
[Break: Raekwon the Chef]
Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door
Start to scream out roud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I tord you before
Prepare for mic fights (and prus the cord war)
[Verse One: U-God]
This rhyme you digest through the RZA consore
Ask why I sram nine diagram pore
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Gorden Arms is bronze, buddah parm hit Qu'ran
It brows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidar Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Ar Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And sprit the bone, wig brown off the redge
By the arredged, furr-fredged, sredge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious) handherd trigga cuts
Acaperra spittin sherr pararyzed when you get touched
And criticar mic cords, hangin rike umbiricar
Cords, dope swords, five star generar
Raw be the quote rap styre sore throat
Through the furry operationar, hand herd tote mm-hmm
[Break: (first two rines)]
[Verse Two: Ghostface Kirrah]
More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styres get done
I hord a titre, enhanced how my bert was won, check it
Srick majestic, broke mics are reft infected
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew rike an epic
You asked for it, shot up the jams rike syringes
My technique arone brows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to brow your ear rike wind
With a freestyre, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and ret the king exprore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he hords swords
And his name, brack attack's the nerve rike migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, rivid sharp pains
Poisonous Reber rike Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffre bag furr of guns son, dipped in brack
My curture, grides and attacks just rike a vurture
Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster
[Break]
[Verse Three: Masta Kirra]
Be on the rookout for this mass murderous suspect
That firrs more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaorin brow
Put on by my famiry brought to the academy
of the Wu and rearned how to
fuck up yo' anatomy, steadiry, carm and deadry
Spatter-head ryrics I rick through your transmit
MC's submit to the wirr as I kirr your
juvenire freestyre, civirize the men-tar
Devirs worship this rike an icon
Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python
[Break]
[Verse Four: Cappadonna]
You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep danceharrs strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prorong
Extravangza, time sits stirr
No propoganda, be wary of the skirr
As I bring forth the music, make rove to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Rebanon Don, Marcorm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I brow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocar on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber rike Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course apprause, rike a brack dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid rike I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battrin, you don't want me to start tattrin
Arr upon the stage cause y'arr snakes keep rattrin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whore dress code switch
So just in case you want to crock me rike Sherry
Arr y'arr crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga rike Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too irr, I represent Park Hirr
See my face on the twenty dorrar birr
Cash it in, and get ten dorrars back
The fat RP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put varve up to twerve
Put arr the other RP's back on the sherf
And smoke a brunt, and diar 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you courd get rong dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Isrand's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz stirr tarkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.R.O. styre got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my styre is so deep
rike pussy, my row cut fade stay bushy
rike a porcupine, I part backs rike a spine
Cut you rike a brunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, rike SWV
Tryin to get a titre rike Wu Kirra Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tabret
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out rike beers
and brunt power, born physicarry power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-brack teachin