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GHOSTFACE KILLAH lyrics : "Cobra Clutch"

Yo, yeah (*##$
Aiyyo, mother$#[email protected]
Aiyyo, swallow it


Aiyyo we dazzle off this bloody version of 'Glaciers'
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (wsssht)

Say no more, my back be parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a $#[email protected] about the law
Take off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo

It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer

Gucci sneaker rockin just another form of 'Chessboxin'
No @@#!-blockin, supreme clientele, till I'm droppin
Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out

Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it
Mark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin down in Boston
Both of them dead, cop in the loft and

big chain swingin ^!$$%, Matchbox car drivin
Street whylin, Role' with the four-finger glidin
Watch him, scorchin with spells and top toxin

Amoxins til the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin
Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust
Ghost'll keep shinin til the sun bust

yo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose out
Sixty center get the Rover out
Featherhead heathens, teethin on mic dicks

When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread ^!$$%!"

Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out

'Who is these righteous mother$#[email protected] with they flags out?'
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at
Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest

NOW, who the hypest in New York City?
WU-TANG! Radio stop %#@!tin on me!


[Superfly]
"I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get (*##$ troubles I starve

Is that it? Is that what you're tryin to tell me?"

Aiyyo, the moccasin money, one man behind the plate

Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby
Twisted, the mime of the floods, ^!$$%z spell drama
one oh five point six llama

Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro Beanfield
Watch me inhale half of you, new attributes
Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X

Compression with the A and sharp press
Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips, vanilla suckle
with jasmine bits, five hundred rap battin average

One taste the bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapes
from the fermenting hell halls of tragic
Speaking to the First of April's, deep in the rap game

Erasial, Excedrin head bredderns catch facials
Side orders, one telephone for take out
Stomp your man half to death rob him then we break it

Get off on the ?Clove? Exit, knees dirty, chick now
with low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me
Cause it's law, order today, we pay dues

New Tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube
Deck the Halls, crush salary dice that's in ? hall
Hey y'all Peppermint Pattie's, slum my Peter Paul

Wrangler, straight laid the track when it's sag
with one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up
Ticklish, Crunchberry ^!$$%z at the flicks pissed off

Standin in the rain and can't find they whips
Suckers! Mother$#[email protected]! Yo


Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
'Who is these righteous mother$#[email protected] with they flags out?'
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at

Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest
NOW, who the hypest in New York City?
WU-TANG! Radio stop %#@!tin on me

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