Glaciers of Ice Lyrics
| Song | Glaciers of Ice |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built 4 Cuban Linx |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Coles, Diggs, Turner, Woods | |
| Intro：[lp version] | |
| Yeah | |
| Yo son we gotta take it and go get the clarks man | |
| Yo, check it out, yo | |
| Yo, i got a new, wooooo!!! niggaz don't even know son | |
| Yo check the joint | |
| Boom, yo i got a crazy idea how to do clarks now | |
| Check it out, boom, this how you freak em, boom | |
| You go get you go get the cream joints right? boom | |
| Now now, all you all you dye, is this shit right here | |
| Boom, and this, yaknowhati'msayin? any color you want | |
| But it'd be like, blue and cream, yaknowhati'msayin? | |
| Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff | |
| Word is bond i'ma rock niggaz this summer, on the real | |
| Knowhati'msayin? yo son, i had crazy visions | |
| Check it out check it out check it out, boom | |
| Just imagine if you buy, ooooh!! check it out | |
| Just imagine you bought navy blue, right | |
| A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom | |
| Of this, of this shit, knowhati'msayin? | |
| But dye gold top and got cream on top | |
| Then you can have any color like | |
| But you gotta drip it like it's marble cake... | |
| Intro two: raekwon the chef | |
| Knowhati'msayin? yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo | |
| Verse one: raekwon the chef | |
| Stand on the block reebok gun cocked | |
| Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services | |
| Chef break em, watch the alley cats bake em | |
| Watch the alley cats bake em | |
| Four-nine made em, jah create em take em | |
| Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true | |
| Wu-tang saga continue | |
| Grab myer lansky crashin fantasy | |
| Get high fellas, stand by, 'here's the plan, see?' | |
| Sit back collectin' tecs n checks and | |
| Blowin slow in a montaro flexin | |
| Beats break heavily word to ins bless me | |
| Blow me like three bags of cess | |
| For real from the killa hill locked and caged in | |
| We're swarm representatives, reactin like paid men | |
| Strive for why's, nine lives in lies | |
| Max sell and enjoy the highs -- what | |
| Chorus/break: | |
| [raekwon the chef] the treasure is the glaciers of ice | |
| [ghostface] orginal man | |
| [raekwon/ghost] posess the power to hold g's guns and grams | |
| [ghostface] caker baker | |
| [raekwon the chef] pull off a keystone caper | |
| Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd | |
| [raekwon/ghost] and i'm a scrape her | |
| Verse two: master killer | |
| Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony | |
| Degrees of pulse will increase intensely | |
| Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums | |
| But the battle was won by swords being swung | |
| Slicing with a vocal | |
| From the international vocalist | |
| Ya style is too local | |
| To fuck with this | |
| All fits of antagonists | |
| No assistance movin motionless | |
| Mysterious swiftness | |
| Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain | |
| Mental gives the signal to the physical | |
| Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle | |
| Violent temperments | |
| Uncountenance dented | |
| Poison vintage wine rhymes i invented | |
| Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart | |
| Vital sparks from the arteries start | |
| Verse three: ghostface killer | |
| The treasure is the glaciers of ice original man | |
| Posess the power of hold g's guns and grams | |
| Straight up and down it's all good | |
| Peace to them check castin chain snatchin gun flashin | |
| Niggaz in the hood bubblin good | |
| Analyze stocks, we'll be buyin lion heads and cloths | |
| To all my house bitches, starks will be home soon | |
| I'm on tour chill, catch you ninety-six in june | |
| But until then my ten-man team be safe | |
| Chill on the whips to settle this, we can all get laced | |
| Take a boat cruise, sip daquiris and max swimmin pools | |
| Fly jewels wally shoes blow stacks relax kid | |
| Black kids got a cravin for grapes until we get back | |
| I'm packed leave the mac that you're with | |
| But whatever, i gotta hit other sides of the earth | |
| Spread wu-ness, foolish, civilization's cursed | |
| But luckily i'm born to be wild and aure-al | |
| Move crowds collect twenty thou and then we out | |
| Heavy convoys my crew keep pretty boys paranoid | |
| Blow like a steroid pat dan's they're akyroid | |
| My seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds | |
| That's how we keep wu-tang money all up in the family | |
| Chorus [all done by ghostface] | |
| Outro: ghostface | |
| My seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds | |
| That's how we keep wu-tang money all up in the family | |
| {it's been a long time... | |
| Since wu-tang family came to shine...} |
| zuo ci : Coles, Diggs, Turner, Woods | |
| Intro: lp version | |
| Yeah | |
| Yo son we gotta take it and go get the clarks man | |
| Yo, check it out, yo | |
| Yo, i got a new, wooooo!!! niggaz don' t even know son | |
| Yo check the joint | |
| Boom, yo i got a crazy idea how to do clarks now | |
| Check it out, boom, this how you freak em, boom | |
| You go get you go get the cream joints right? boom | |
| Now now, all you all you dye, is this shit right here | |
| Boom, and this, yaknowhati' msayin? any color you want | |
| But it' d be like, blue and cream, yaknowhati' msayin? | |
| Shit like that, niggaz don' t even know this stuff | |
| Word is bond i' ma rock niggaz this summer, on the real | |
| Knowhati' msayin? yo son, i had crazy visions | |
| Check it out check it out check it out, boom | |
| Just imagine if you buy, ooooh!! check it out | |
| Just imagine you bought navy blue, right | |
| A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom | |
| Of this, of this shit, knowhati' msayin? | |
| But dye gold top and got cream on top | |
| Then you can have any color like | |
| But you gotta drip it like it' s marble cake... | |
| Intro two: raekwon the chef | |
| Knowhati' msayin? yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo | |
| Verse one: raekwon the chef | |
| Stand on the block reebok gun cocked | |
| Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services | |
| Chef break em, watch the alley cats bake em | |
| Watch the alley cats bake em | |
| Fournine made em, jah create em take em | |
| Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true | |
| Wutang saga continue | |
| Grab myer lansky crashin fantasy | |
| Get high fellas, stand by, ' here' s the plan, see?' | |
| Sit back collectin' tecs n checks and | |
| Blowin slow in a montaro flexin | |
| Beats break heavily word to ins bless me | |
| Blow me like three bags of cess | |
| For real from the killa hill locked and caged in | |
| We' re swarm representatives, reactin like paid men | |
| Strive for why' s, nine lives in lies | |
| Max sell and enjoy the highs what | |
| Chorus break: | |
| raekwon the chef the treasure is the glaciers of ice | |
| ghostface orginal man | |
| raekwon ghost posess the power to hold g' s guns and grams | |
| ghostface caker baker | |
| raekwon the chef pull off a keystone caper | |
| Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd | |
| raekwon ghost and i' m a scrape her | |
| Verse two: master killer | |
| Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony | |
| Degrees of pulse will increase intensely | |
| Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums | |
| But the battle was won by swords being swung | |
| Slicing with a vocal | |
| From the international vocalist | |
| Ya style is too local | |
| To fuck with this | |
| All fits of antagonists | |
| No assistance movin motionless | |
| Mysterious swiftness | |
| Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain | |
| Mental gives the signal to the physical | |
| Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle | |
| Violent temperments | |
| Uncountenance dented | |
| Poison vintage wine rhymes i invented | |
| Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart | |
| Vital sparks from the arteries start | |
| Verse three: ghostface killer | |
| The treasure is the glaciers of ice original man | |
| Posess the power of hold g' s guns and grams | |
| Straight up and down it' s all good | |
| Peace to them check castin chain snatchin gun flashin | |
| Niggaz in the hood bubblin good | |
| Analyze stocks, we' ll be buyin lion heads and cloths | |
| To all my house bitches, starks will be home soon | |
| I' m on tour chill, catch you ninetysix in june | |
| But until then my tenman team be safe | |
| Chill on the whips to settle this, we can all get laced | |
| Take a boat cruise, sip daquiris and max swimmin pools | |
| Fly jewels wally shoes blow stacks relax kid | |
| Black kids got a cravin for grapes until we get back | |
| I' m packed leave the mac that you' re with | |
| But whatever, i gotta hit other sides of the earth | |
| Spread wuness, foolish, civilization' s cursed | |
| But luckily i' m born to be wild and aureal | |
| Move crowds collect twenty thou and then we out | |
| Heavy convoys my crew keep pretty boys paranoid | |
| Blow like a steroid pat dan' s they' re akyroid | |
| My seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds | |
| That' s how we keep wutang money all up in the family | |
| Chorus all done by ghostface | |
| Outro: ghostface | |
| My seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds | |
| That' s how we keep wutang money all up in the family | |
| it' s been a long time... | |
| Since wutang family came to shine... |
| zuò cí : Coles, Diggs, Turner, Woods | |
| Intro: lp version | |
| Yeah | |
| Yo son we gotta take it and go get the clarks man | |
| Yo, check it out, yo | |
| Yo, i got a new, wooooo!!! niggaz don' t even know son | |
| Yo check the joint | |
| Boom, yo i got a crazy idea how to do clarks now | |
| Check it out, boom, this how you freak em, boom | |
| You go get you go get the cream joints right? boom | |
| Now now, all you all you dye, is this shit right here | |
| Boom, and this, yaknowhati' msayin? any color you want | |
| But it' d be like, blue and cream, yaknowhati' msayin? | |
| Shit like that, niggaz don' t even know this stuff | |
| Word is bond i' ma rock niggaz this summer, on the real | |
| Knowhati' msayin? yo son, i had crazy visions | |
| Check it out check it out check it out, boom | |
| Just imagine if you buy, ooooh!! check it out | |
| Just imagine you bought navy blue, right | |
| A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom | |
| Of this, of this shit, knowhati' msayin? | |
| But dye gold top and got cream on top | |
| Then you can have any color like | |
| But you gotta drip it like it' s marble cake... | |
| Intro two: raekwon the chef | |
| Knowhati' msayin? yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo | |
| Verse one: raekwon the chef | |
| Stand on the block reebok gun cocked | |
| Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services | |
| Chef break em, watch the alley cats bake em | |
| Watch the alley cats bake em | |
| Fournine made em, jah create em take em | |
| Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true | |
| Wutang saga continue | |
| Grab myer lansky crashin fantasy | |
| Get high fellas, stand by, ' here' s the plan, see?' | |
| Sit back collectin' tecs n checks and | |
| Blowin slow in a montaro flexin | |
| Beats break heavily word to ins bless me | |
| Blow me like three bags of cess | |
| For real from the killa hill locked and caged in | |
| We' re swarm representatives, reactin like paid men | |
| Strive for why' s, nine lives in lies | |
| Max sell and enjoy the highs what | |
| Chorus break: | |
| raekwon the chef the treasure is the glaciers of ice | |
| ghostface orginal man | |
| raekwon ghost posess the power to hold g' s guns and grams | |
| ghostface caker baker | |
| raekwon the chef pull off a keystone caper | |
| Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd | |
| raekwon ghost and i' m a scrape her | |
| Verse two: master killer | |
| Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony | |
| Degrees of pulse will increase intensely | |
| Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums | |
| But the battle was won by swords being swung | |
| Slicing with a vocal | |
| From the international vocalist | |
| Ya style is too local | |
| To fuck with this | |
| All fits of antagonists | |
| No assistance movin motionless | |
| Mysterious swiftness | |
| Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain | |
| Mental gives the signal to the physical | |
| Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle | |
| Violent temperments | |
| Uncountenance dented | |
| Poison vintage wine rhymes i invented | |
| Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart | |
| Vital sparks from the arteries start | |
| Verse three: ghostface killer | |
| The treasure is the glaciers of ice original man | |
| Posess the power of hold g' s guns and grams | |
| Straight up and down it' s all good | |
| Peace to them check castin chain snatchin gun flashin | |
| Niggaz in the hood bubblin good | |
| Analyze stocks, we' ll be buyin lion heads and cloths | |
| To all my house bitches, starks will be home soon | |
| I' m on tour chill, catch you ninetysix in june | |
| But until then my tenman team be safe | |
| Chill on the whips to settle this, we can all get laced | |
| Take a boat cruise, sip daquiris and max swimmin pools | |
| Fly jewels wally shoes blow stacks relax kid | |
| Black kids got a cravin for grapes until we get back | |
| I' m packed leave the mac that you' re with | |
| But whatever, i gotta hit other sides of the earth | |
| Spread wuness, foolish, civilization' s cursed | |
| But luckily i' m born to be wild and aureal | |
| Move crowds collect twenty thou and then we out | |
| Heavy convoys my crew keep pretty boys paranoid | |
| Blow like a steroid pat dan' s they' re akyroid | |
| My seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds | |
| That' s how we keep wutang money all up in the family | |
| Chorus all done by ghostface | |
| Outro: ghostface | |
| My seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds | |
| That' s how we keep wutang money all up in the family | |
| it' s been a long time... | |
| Since wutang family came to shine... |
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