Iron Maiden (Original Version)

[Pre-Verse] Portraying but haven't been paying (uh-huh, uh-huh) Yeah, no doubt, no doubt (uh-huh, uh-huh) This polly champ cat Yeah, stop this one (uh-huh, uh-huh) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs, deluxe rap cavaliers Midgets who steal beers, give ’em theirs Sit back jollyin' My team be gaming like three-card molly and drug Somalians pollying Mittens raps they crocheting Ayo Iron, these niggas portraying but haven't been paying For real, slide on these niggas like a fresh pair Caesar fade style, usually tuck grenade Throw a blade, fuck getting laid, guzzle this shit like Gatorade Day to day Wallies half-leather half-suede Connecting with the high stylist, dun Light up a chalice, I run with nothing but the wildest, foulest Come on now, long-dick style Niggas on the hit out, ayo Iron bite my shit out Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally Been doing this a century kid, shit’s meant to be Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin' off white BM Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians Palladium style, play it like 32 Arabians The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on When I go, bury me with velour on [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] The fully operational stock broke his thing Magazines pronounce Ghost makes love to Billie Jean We pop willies, club with hillbillies and leave' em on E Casualty, sneak upon kids like big bags of D Gather all the bodegas and tight-chest stragglers Pick inside the clock and call 'em baldhead hagglers The war begins, follow me like Indians Surround the Rocky Mountains, form a cipher, hold a rally, we spreading like weed The sun is never dipped high beam Next battered up, you swing right through the small theme Like a wild fiend you be based out with your shirt off after hours l Could Wu represent horse power My voice box is a building, echo chamber Child born in the manger, nurtured, cracked three holy strangers Taurus the bull in mad pool, damage your perimeter Certified the seven in the flag and just remember the Blackman be God Cipher Divine Annheuser-Busch lines that purify the evilest swine Because thoughts react so fast, I'm so sick So quick to bang a nigga up with a icepick I'm stranded, facing your peeps, I be the one Picture Ghostface and the sons be on the run Reject that, brothers wouldn't never expect that Running up on the God Ghost was to catch l My technique, do words I speak slapped you freak I get deep like deading George Bush in the sleep Untold, no one seen shit, no one heard jack Overseas counting G’s relaxed and layed back