Poisonous Darts - Ghostface Killah

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 (fuck him)

But my water technique is hard to think (yeah, check the live shit)

that the earth, can absorb water, hai!

Hai!

(uhh)

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!