Poisonous Darts-Ghostface Killah

Artist：ghostface killah Songs Title：poisonous darts Let's see you try the water technique! Hai! Ha, ha! (sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch) The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai! Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat Yeah... The sky is high, the cloud is low (f**k him) But my water technique is hard to think (yeah, check the live sh*t) that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai! (uhh) What the f**k I got the moonshine, word to God let's get it on Clap your heels two times, grab the magic wand Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless Showin out of this world, stranded on Uranus With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules Take a blast fool but we trap up crews it's natural like soybean, burn like a laser beam My vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns The segment, rare fragment comes together like magnets, attract heads capture like Dragnet Goin through mad phases, of all ages Killa beez locked the f**k up behind cages The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze Press call ID for me to quote more degrees The fortune teller Tucker sleepin gas umbrella A war where they're gunnin in the back of Armanbella Now who, don't believe that cash must rule I don't eat beef, I slap blood out of Purdue Keep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the session It's over, I file this and glow like flourescent Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cashflow Rockin a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes, mega powder drippin from they nose F**kin Jet magazine b**ches with, wild p**sy pose Send em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice Holdin money that's convertable, beds with feathered bags With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Bagdad You onionhead *z spread out and parlay Yo Rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain I'm so hyped Jakes label God crack coc*ine Why Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kid Ricki f**ked up, and G-Pac, blow his wig he's rockin Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform He's a newborn, look at money swearin like he's on But anyway back to furry kangols Jamaican wallabees My back is on the wall, bombin devils with trick-knowledgy My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards Next year two hundred *z comin with swords!