| Song | Poisonous Darts |
| Artist | Ghostface Killah |
| Album | Ghostface Killah...Shaolin's Finest |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Coles, Diggs | |
| 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!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 **** | |
| I got the moonshine, word to | |
| God, let's get it on | |
| Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand | |
| Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless | |
| Showin' out of this world, stranded on | |
| UranusWith | |
| 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 **** 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 | |
| PurdueKeep a | |
| Wallace mic, mics on strike the session | |
| It's over, | |
| I file this and glow like fluorescent[Incomprehensible] is high, the cloud is low | |
| But my water technique is hard to think | |
| That the earth can absorb water, hai! | |
| Hai!Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cash flow | |
| Rockin' a shaft | |
| Afro, Tony got mad glow | |
| With hoes, mega powder drippin' from they nose | |
| ****in' jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose | |
| Send 'em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites | |
| Only built four | |
| Cuban link kings who shoot dice | |
| Holdin' money that's convertible, beds with feathered bags | |
| With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in | |
| BaghdadYou onion head niggaz spread out and parlay | |
| Yo rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays | |
| I pull stings like, guitar strings down in | |
| SpainI'm so hyped | |
| Jakes label ' | |
| God crack cocaine' | |
| Why equality self | |
| God, yeah, yeah you know it kid | |
| Ricki ****ed 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 knowledge | |
| My heart is cold like | |
| Russia, got jerked at the source awards | |
| Next year two hundred niggaz comin' with swords |
| zuo ci : Coles, Diggs | |
| 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! 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 | |
| I got the moonshine, word to | |
| God, let' s get it on | |
| Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand | |
| Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless | |
| Showin' out of this world, stranded on | |
| UranusWith | |
| 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 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 | |
| PurdueKeep a | |
| Wallace mic, mics on strike the session | |
| It' s over, | |
| I file this and glow like fluorescent Incomprehensible is high, the cloud is low | |
| But my water technique is hard to think | |
| That the earth can absorb water, hai! | |
| Hai! Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cash flow | |
| Rockin' a shaft | |
| Afro, Tony got mad glow | |
| With hoes, mega powder drippin' from they nose | |
| in' jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose | |
| Send ' em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites | |
| Only built four | |
| Cuban link kings who shoot dice | |
| Holdin' money that' s convertible, beds with feathered bags | |
| With the mongoose your man' s got two seeds down in | |
| BaghdadYou onion head niggaz spread out and parlay | |
| Yo rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays | |
| I pull stings like, guitar strings down in | |
| SpainI' m so hyped | |
| Jakes label ' | |
| God crack cocaine' | |
| Why equality self | |
| God, yeah, yeah you know it kid | |
| Ricki ed up and | |
| GPac, 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 knowledge | |
| My heart is cold like | |
| Russia, got jerked at the source awards | |
| Next year two hundred niggaz comin' with swords |
| zuò cí : Coles, Diggs | |
| 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! 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 | |
| I got the moonshine, word to | |
| God, let' s get it on | |
| Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand | |
| Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless | |
| Showin' out of this world, stranded on | |
| UranusWith | |
| 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 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 | |
| PurdueKeep a | |
| Wallace mic, mics on strike the session | |
| It' s over, | |
| I file this and glow like fluorescent Incomprehensible is high, the cloud is low | |
| But my water technique is hard to think | |
| That the earth can absorb water, hai! | |
| Hai! Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cash flow | |
| Rockin' a shaft | |
| Afro, Tony got mad glow | |
| With hoes, mega powder drippin' from they nose | |
| in' jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose | |
| Send ' em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites | |
| Only built four | |
| Cuban link kings who shoot dice | |
| Holdin' money that' s convertible, beds with feathered bags | |
| With the mongoose your man' s got two seeds down in | |
| BaghdadYou onion head niggaz spread out and parlay | |
| Yo rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays | |
| I pull stings like, guitar strings down in | |
| SpainI' m so hyped | |
| Jakes label ' | |
| God crack cocaine' | |
| Why equality self | |
| God, yeah, yeah you know it kid | |
| Ricki ed up and | |
| GPac, 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 knowledge | |
| My heart is cold like | |
| Russia, got jerked at the source awards | |
| Next year two hundred niggaz comin' with swords |