Lyrics

"let's see you try the water technique! hai! ha, ha!, 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", "but my water technique is hard to think", "that the earth, can absorb water, hai! hai!", what the fuck 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 fuck 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, fuckin jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy 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 niggaz 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 cocaine", why equality self god, yeah yeah you know it kid, ricki fucked 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 niggaz comin with swords!

Song details

Artist: ghostface killah