Iron Maiden

Iron Maiden (Live '01) - Iron Maiden

Intro: [from the motion picture fresh]

Got a message for smokey.

Give it.

You smokey, man?

Give it!

If you aint smokey, it aint yo mother*****in message

Mother*****er, I said gimme the message!

Its from willie, in the slam.

Ni**a, you been busted?

Yeah, the man picked me up.

Well, I aint got no *****in time to play witchu! now gimme the message.

Willies in warwick, doin 1-3. told me to tell yall mother*****ers to

Keep cool.\the be out one way or another. quick. maybe I could stick

Around for awhile.

Naw, thats out, man. you know? what can we, the lords, do with a punk like

You?

Kiss my a**, mother*****er! (burn em) just me and you, mother*****er, just

Me and you. I put trademarks around your *****in eye!]

Raekwon:

Yo, gambino niggas who swipe theirs

Deluxe rap cavaliers

Midgets who steal beers, give em theirs

Chorus: raekwon

Sit back jollyin

My team be gamin like three card rolly an

Drug somalians pollyin

Verse one: raekwon

Many raps they crochetin

Ay yo iron, these niggas portrayin

But havent been payin

For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear

Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade

Throw a blade, ***** gettin laid

Guzzle this sh*t like gatorade

Big-dick wallies have never half-suede

Connectin with the hot style is done

Light up a chalis

I run with nuttin but the wildest, foulest

Come on now, long-dick style

Niggas on the hit out, ay yo iron bite my sh*t out

Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally

Been doin this century kid, just meant to be

Get on your knees and 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 dont owe, you might get stole on

When I go bury me wit valow on

Get mines, yall can do what yall wanna do.\t***** em up bad]

Verse two: ghostface

sho nuff, hit the bank and 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, Im too ill, see were bellin at the parlay

Kicked up, mack, max motion

Michael bolton magazine call, Im too potent

Louisville mix pain kill rap, ***** benadryl

The violin in knowledge god sounded ill

Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches

My telephone watchll leave bartenders topless

Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror

Me and my girlll run like luke and laura

We sit back on malayan islands

Sippin mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin

(break) raekwon:

Sit back jollyin, uh huh, uh huh

Uh huh, uh huh, sit back jollyin

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

(chorus) x 2

Sit back

Verse three: cappadonna

Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard

Rap para-medical the wizard

Cappadonna, never caterin to none

My microphone and 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 youre smilin

For violatin my position,

I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission

Two tokes of mic d**e, one stroke of elegance

Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence

Person to person, itd be hard for you to take a trophy

You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me

cause Im p-l-o t-k-o every day

Dancehall general, party fanatic colonel

Cappadonna sona 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 and shaolin spark the methtical

Every evenin, I have a by myself meetin

Thinkin whos gonna be the next to catch a beatin

From my mental slangin, *****in rap twist the point of warfare

I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair

Chance him, thats what they said, threw up a ransom

I jacked it, stripped the beat ***** and packed it

Gimme my rewards

Out. I want em gotten. cause niggas need to be gotten. he need to be

Taken off of here. thats right.]