After The Smoke Is Clear Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

ghostface killah, the delphonics () 

(after the smoke is done) yo 

Yeah (tang-o-phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what 

(number one) 

Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas 

(after the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house 

Whaddup, bench press these cats 

(tang-o-phonics number one) yo 

Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty 

Like keyon, got his wig pushed back, 

Five-thirty 

Yo they gotta hit 

Placed on my head, what should the God do? 

Max out in spain and do business with the jews 

Never that 

Them never look angry out of synch 

The imperial, industrial king got weight 

Don't give a fuck 

Like the poor part, we watch heart to heart 

They used to push me in shuffel cards 

Now I'm writing books like ebinezzer 

The porno teaser 

Sayin words like sheeba 

Educated rapper fouling the teaser 

My team got rocks like six flags, plus the wu lab 

Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags 

Don't touch this 

Cracklin hot shit 

I snap ya shoulder blade in half, 

Laugh, and pop shit 

Reader's digest, passed my book to l. ron hubbard 

Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it 

But devils love it 

Movie trap raps cover the tracks 

Like ajax 

Sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientel 

My cartel 

Willie star passed, 

Shit his piece, where's the nobel? 

Oh, well, 

Siginin off as usual, 

The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the stairwell 

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Break: ghostface killah, the delphonics () 

(tang-o-phonics number one) yeah, yo, yo 

Represent my projects stapelton (after the smoke is done) 

He represent that project park hill (tang-o-phonics number one) 

You represent that project murder west brighton now born 

Arm bangin into that will (ahhhhh) 

Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, stapelton 

(tang-o-phonics and wu-tang still here) 

Park hill, word up, yeah, yeah, new york 

The greatest story ever told by me, precisely 

Roman numeral I be 

Plus three describe me 

My son move like the toad 

Get drunk 

Speak in codes 

Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold 

Got beef with the cold 

Met my comrad 

Go half on this lamp down in baghdad 

Flippin like a mex tab 

Get money like an a-rab 

The type niggas snapped 

Six legs on the crab 

Now, hush, who wanna do what 

My click better bust 

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Underprivileged, 

Grew up in a stapelton house village, 

Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage 

When the water was flowin (tang-o-phonics number one) 

I spot a fifty-five borough 

A nigga was still flowin, 

Voice was echoin 

I rise high like an opera's 

Procter wouldn't gamble 

The sample, it shocked her 

My ninjas run wilder than shaka zulu 

Some play peace like donny the guru 

Others live to be wise and old like desmond dutchu 

Undisputed champion 

Bell holders 

Shape and mold us 

Sole controler of the moon 

I, solar and polar 

I blow half smoke through my nasal 

Bust my ways with thirty words 

Wu-tang wasn't for children like 

Cannibals raidin sicilians 

the delphonics 

After the smoke is done 

Wu-tang-o-phonics number one 

After the smoke is done 

Wu-tang-o-phonics number one 

After the smoke is clear 

Tang-o-phonics and wu-tang still here 

After the smoke is done 

Wu-tang-o-phonics number one 

Ahhhhh (wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)