Versuri 01. 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}