Daytona 500 Songtext
von Ghostface Killah

featuring Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna

[singing]
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 Beez...


[Raekwon the Chef]
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 all 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 turnstile
On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, aluminium 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 man's in Lex Lands
We losing them, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
Abusing them, rocking his jewels like we using them
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the Older God, build with the Son and the Star

Chorus:

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


[Ghostface Killah]
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
Robbing niggaz 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
Biochemical 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 slapbox 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 dallying
Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians

Chorus

[Cappadonna]
Give me the the fifty thou, small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills
My Benz spills, whattup Lils, murder one Dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
Crystal 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 ape recorder can't record my slaughter
Spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is hand cocked
′96, my ill sound clash is still hot, get yourself shot

Chorus