Iron Maiden

{What you doin' on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey

Give it, you Smokey, man? Give it

If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message

Motherfucker, I said gimme the message}

{It's from Willie, in the slam, nigga, you been busted?

Yeah, the man picked me up

Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu

Now gimme the message}

{Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1 to 3, told me to tell y'all motherfuckers

To keep cool, he be out one way or another, quick

Maybe I could stick around for awhile, naw, that's out, man

You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you?}

{Kiss my ass, motherfucker, burn 'em

Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you

I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye}

Portrayin', won't be payin', uh huh, uh huh

Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat

Yeah, it's on this one

Yo, Gambino niggas, who swipe theirs

Deluxe rap cavaliers, midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs

Sit back jollyin', my team be gamin'

Like three card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin'

Many raps they crochetin', ay yo, Iron

These niggas portrayin' but haven't been payin'

For real, slide on these niggas, like flesh fear

Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade

Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid

Guzzle this shit like Gatorade

Big-dick Wallies have, never half-suede

Connectin' with the hot style is done

Light up a challis

I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest

Come on now, long dick style

Niggas on the hit out, ay yo, Iron, bite my shit out

Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally

Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be

Get on your knees an' 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 'Don't owe, you might get stole on'

When I go bury me wit Valow on

{They come to me and understand just let me get mines first

Then after I get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do

Fuck 'em up bad}

'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank an' 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', I'm too ill, see, we're bellin' at the parlay

Kicked up, mack, max motion

Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent

Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck Benadryl

The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill

Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches

My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless

Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror

Me an' my girl'll run like Luke an' Laura

We sit back on Malayan Islands

Sippin' mix drinks out of boat, coconut bowls, we whylin'

Sit back jollyin', uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Sit back jollyin', uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Sit back jollyin', my team be gamin'

Like three card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin'

Sit back jollyin', my team be gamin'

Like three card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin'

Sit back

Deep meditation, sound orientated, war the blizzard

Rap para-medical, the wizard

Cappadonna, never caterin' to none

My microphone an' 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 you're smilin'

For violatin' my position

I leave you smoked like a crack head on a mission

Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance

Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence

Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy

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

'Cause I'm P L O T K O every day

Dance hall General, party fanatic colonel

Cappadonna, son'a 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 an' Shaolin spark the methtical

Every evenin' I have a by myself meetin'

Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'

From my mental slangin', bitchin', rap twist the point of warfare

I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair

Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom

I jacked it, stripped the beat naked an' packed it, gimme my rewards

{The way I, the way I wanna get 'em, I want 'em gotten

I want 'em layin' out, I want 'em gotten

'Cause niggas need to be gotten, he need to be taken off of here

That's straight}