Letra de Poisonous Darts - Ghostface Killah

Let's see you try the water technique

Hai, ha, ha, ha, ha

The sky is high, the cloud is low

Yeah

But my water technique is hard to beat

Word up

But the earth can absorb water

Gotta zip my coat

Hai, hai, ha

Yeah

The sky is high, the cloud is low

Fuck 'em

But my water technique is hard to beat

Yeah, check the fly shit

But the earth can absorb water

Uh

Hai, hai

What the fuck I got to lose, huh? Word to God, let's get it on

Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand

Nameless, these stonewashed cats, leave 'em brainless

Somewhere out of this world, stranded on Uranus

With coke and a dollar bill, stems and crack capsules

Take a blast, boo, booby trap a cruise, it's natural

Like soybean, burn like a laser beam

My vaccine, I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns

The segment, rap fragment

Comes together like magnets

Attract heads, captured like Dragnet

Going through mad phases of all ages

Killa Beez locked the fuck up behind cages

The Genovese swallowed this line and caught a freeze

Press caller ID for me to quote more degrees

The fortune teller tuck a sleeping gas umbrella

Award winning dining in the back of Marabella

Now, who don't believe that cash must rule?

I don't eat meat, I slap blood out of Perdue

Keep a wireless mic, mic's on, strike the session

It's over, I'll fire this and glow like fluorescent

The sky is high, the cloud is low

Peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on

But my water technique is hard to beat

Yeah, peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on

But the Earth can absorb water

Hai, hai

Yo, yo, mountains of blow like snow, constant cash flow

Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes

Mega powder dripping from they nose

Fucking Jet magazine bitches with wide pussy pose

Centerfold the whole night, deadly venom horror snake bites

Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice

Holding money bags, convertible Benz with feathered bags

With the mongoose, your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad

You onion-head niggas spread out and parlay

Yo, Rae, these icks-days get crashed with ash trays

I pull stings like guitar strings down in Spain

I'm so hyped, jakes labeled god, "Crack cocaine"

Y Equality Self, god, yeah, yeah you know it kid

Ricky fucked up a G-Pack, blow his wig

He's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform

He's a newborn, look at money, swearing like he on

But, anyway, back to furry Kangols, Jamaican Wallabees

My back is on the wall, bombing devils with trick-nology

My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source Awards

Next year, two hundred niggas coming with swords

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