Masta Killa

Winter Warz Lyrics (lyrics of songs in english)

It's on
(Where your sparkle at kid)
Ryzarector

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes, the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights
(And plus the cold war)

This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's CREAM team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome

And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc hand held trigga cuts
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical, mic cords, hangin' like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, hand held tote

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more

More than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done
I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore

Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, slides and attacks like a vulture
Ghostface and Madison Square is on your poster

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes, the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights
(And plus the cold war)

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