Ghostface Killah – Daytona 500

Download another hot old mp3 free audio song by Ghostface Killah and this amazing music is titled “Daytona 500 ft. Cappadonna, Raekwon”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an old album which is titled ‘Ironman’ and it was released in the year 1996.

Music Video below!.

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Lyrics

We are the G, O-D’s

And we came to rock, the spot

Like Ironman Starks

They be the illest MC’s, in the world today

Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A

So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear

Light your blunts and down your beers

Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Bees

Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge

Knowledgists, street astrologists

Light up the mic God, knowledge this

Fly joints that carried your points

Corolla Motorola holder

Play it God, he pack over the shoulder

Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise

Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives

Rapel on fakes like reflectors

He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career

We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna

Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo

And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break

Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake

Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing

Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck your union

It’s the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style

On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials

Especially that, aluminum bat in the act

Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black

The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex

Index finger be sore, busting these fly scripts

The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans

Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands

We losing em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem

Abusing em, rocking his jewels like we using ’em

Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar

Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

All these MC’s start realizing

That Ghost got that shit, that’ll keep you vibing

The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin’s finest

But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us

Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps

Red and white Wally’s that match, bend my baseball hat

Doing forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes

Robbin niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes

Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble

Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ

The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless

Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners

In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings

Body chemical cream, we burn kerosene

The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon

Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in

Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive

I slap box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph

Zooming like binoculars, the rap blacksmith

Money’s Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless

I’m Iron Man no cheap cash metal I’m steel alloy

True identity hidden inside secret tabloids

Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes

The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes

Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing

Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians

All these MC’s start realizing

That Ghost got that shit, that’ll keep you vibing

The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin’s finest

But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us

Give me the the fifty thou, small bills

My gold plate, my slang kills

My Benz spills, what up Lils

Murder one Dunn

Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son

My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon

Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe

The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons

Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs

Let the Gods build, pull up the grill

Check out the mad skills

Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it

And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang

Sweep it out of order tape recorder can’t record my slaughter

Spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten

High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked

Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot

Get yourself shot

All these MC’s start realizing

That Ghost got that shit, that’ll keep you vibing

The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin’s finest

But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us