Winter Warz
Cappadonna Lyrics


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Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)

This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Notre Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc- handheld trigger cuts
Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, handheld tote mm-hmm

Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more

A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more gains than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster

Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)

Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
Of the Wu and learned how to
Fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python

Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more

You heard other raps before but kept waiting
For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propaganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet
One man ran, trying to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O
In battling, you don't want me to start tattling
All up on the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattling
Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick Hip Hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggas still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
'Cause you weak in the knees, like SWV
Trying to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA Rob name printed in the tablet
Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like bears




In Born Power, born physically, power speaking
The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching

Overall Meaning

The song "Winter Warz" by Cappadonna and Ghostface Killah starts with a powerful declaration of Wu-Tang's return with the rawness that characterizes their style of music. The first verse describes the supremacy of Wu-Tang's mic fighting skills and their preparedness for the cold war. The RZA console, a reference to a specific manufacturer of computer equipment used in creating music, is used to produce the music that accompanies their rhymes, which they describe as non-diagram pole. The theme of extreme brutality continues in the verse with references to golden arms and bronze Buddha palm, which beat the Qu'ran, and Al Capone's gun, which hits like a pow to the dome.


The second verse is equally brutal, with references to sledge RZA edge and feroc hand held trigga cuts, which can paralyze singers in acapella performance. The verse also includes a reference to the umbilical cord, which is not only a literal reference but also a metaphor for the connectedness of Wu-Tang members. The third verse includes references to self-glorification, as Cappadonna states that he has won a title and that Wu-Tang's prowess is such that his style gets done more than a thousand times. He also warns that diseases and germs will spread through opposing crews when he performs.


Line by Line Meaning

Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
This song is intense and unfiltered, it's hitting you with full force


Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
The Wu-Tang Clan is making a powerful return and demanding attention


Yes the hour's four, I told you before
It's the early morning hours, as mentioned previously


Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
Get ready for intense battles through music, as well as the metaphorical cold war between artists


This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
You are experiencing this rhyme through the RZA's production and control


Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
Question why I deliver such powerful and intricate verses


Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Notre Dame
Raekwon delivered an explosive verse, hitting hard like the Hunchback of Notre Dame


Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
Cappadonna's skills are highly regarded and impactful, like a bronze sculpture, with the force of a buddha's palm hitting religious texts


It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
The intensity and harshness of the verses is the prevailing theme


Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
The Wu-Tang Clan is the supreme team, representing the cream of the crop in American hip-hop and seeking redemption


Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Even high-end hair products like Vidal Sassoon can't silence the struggles and cries of Al Capone


Gun POW to the dome
A gunshot sound effect to the head


And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
Causing physical and mental damage, blowing someone's wig off metaphorically


By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
Delivered by the rumored, fully experienced, powerful force of RZA


One dose of my feroc- handheld trigger cuts
Just a single dose of Cappadonna's fierce rhymes, cutting like a trigger


Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched
When Cappadonna delivers his rhymes without any instrumental backing, it leaves listeners in a state of shock and paralysis


And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical
The importance and sensitivity of the microphone cords, resembling an umbilical cord connecting the artist to their lyrics


Cords, dope swords, five star general
The microphone cords are like sharp, powerful swords, transforming the artist into a respected leader


Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
The rap style is raw and unfiltered, leaving a lasting impact like a sore throat


Through the fully operational, handheld tote mm-hmm
Delivered through a fully functional, portable microphone, expressing agreement and confirmation


A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
My unique style is one in a hundred thousand, and anyone who attempts to imitate it will fail


I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it
I have earned a prestigious title, and I'll explain how I achieved it


Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
With a smooth and impressive delivery, I leave microphones damaged and contaminated


Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort
The lack of effort from your crew allows negative influences to spread like germs


You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
You requested this intense music and I'm delivering it forcefully, injecting it into the airwaves


My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
My skill and approach alone have the power to blow open doors and surpass expectations


Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
As the Masked Avenger, I appear with the ability to blow minds and captivate listeners like a gust of wind


With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
My improvised rhymes are incredibly sharp and precise, just like a traditional Indian spear


So sit back and let the king explore
Take a seat and allow me, the king, to delve into new territories and captivate your attention


Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
I can be described as a talented and skilled individual who possesses powerful lyrical weapons


And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
My name, Black Attack, causes a strong reaction and strikes a nerve, much like migraines


With more gains than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
I have achieved more successes and accomplishments than beggars on trains, causing envy and intense emotional pain


Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
I am a rebellious force, like Inspectah Deck, and you cannot eradicate or dismantle my impact


You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
You will be caught off guard and attempt to escape, but you can't avoid this powerful assault


Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
The consequences of my intense rap verses and energetic tracks


A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
I carry a bag full of firearms, coated in a stealthy black color


My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
My cultural heritage hovers and strikes with precision, similar to a vulture


Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster
Ghostface's presence and impact at Madison Square Garden is so significant that he appears on your poster


Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
Stay alert and watch out for the dangerous individual known for causing mass killings


That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
This suspect has caused more death and destruction than the number of people living in apartment complexes in low-income areas


And as far as the coroners know
According to the coroners who deal with the aftermath of deaths


The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
The examination of the body after death reveals that the cause was a lethal attack associated with Shaolin (Wu-Tang Clan)


Put on by my family brought to the academy
Carried out by my fellow Wu-Tang Clan members, brought to the attention of the music industry


Of the Wu and learned how to
They learned how to create music and deliver influential messages through being a part of the Wu-Tang Clan


Fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
They learned how to disrupt and damage your physical and mental makeup in a composed and lethal manner


Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
I bombard your speakers and transmit my lyrics in a rapid and aggressive manner


MC's submit to the will as I kill your
Other MCs surrender and yield to my power as I dominate and destroy their artistic abilities


Juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
My improvised rhymes may seem immature, but they contribute to the refinement and development of the mind


Devils worship this like an icon
Evil individuals idolize and venerate this music as if it were a sacred icon


Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python
We hold microphones with a tight and unyielding grip, similar to capturing prey like a python


You heard other raps before but kept waiting
You have heard various rap songs in the past, but you were always anticipating something better


For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong
You were waiting for me, the Son of Song, to bring powerful energy and keep dancehalls lively


Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
The beats I rap over are never deserving of my talent, but I continue to stretch out their worth


Extravangza, time sits still
During my performance, time appears to halt as the crowd is captivated by my extravagant display


No propaganda, be wary of the skill
There are no false or misleading statements here, just be cautious of the exceptional skill being showcased


As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
With my music, I stimulate and captivate your sense of hearing


Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
This dedication goes out to all rappers, warning them to be cautious of the intimidating force I bring


Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
Referring to myself as Don Lebanon, a combination of powerful figures like Don Corleone and Malcolm X, posing a threat through my beats


CD massacre, murder to cassette
My music causes a massacre on CDs and murders the competition on cassettes


I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet
I cause chaos and destruction within the music industry, and you haven't witnessed the full extent of it yet


One man ran, trying to get away from it
Someone attempted to flee and escape from the impact and repercussions of my music


Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
Put on your eyeglasses and pay close attention, as I approach and make my presence known


Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
I invade your personal space and thoughts just like Freddy Krueger enters people's dreams


Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
I completely dismantle your artistic approach and your plans


Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
The crowd gives a thunderous and extended applause, resembling the sound of a black digital audio tape (DAT)


You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
You're foolish and lacking direction, just like how I'm physically stuck on the map


Nowhere to go except next show bro
There's no other path to take except moving on to the next show, my friend


Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O
I entertain people and keep them captivated, nothing can hinder or halt me


In battling, you don't want me to start tattling
In a rap battle, you wouldn't want me to start exposing secrets and weaknesses


All up on the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattling
I'm taking over the stage because you deceitful individuals keep making noise and causing disruption


Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
You have nothing compared to the wealth and success I possess


Every other day my whole dress code switch
I change my style and appearance on a regular basis, constantly keeping things fresh


So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
If you want to closely observe me, like Sherry does, here's a warning


All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
You jealous and insignificant individuals don't need to concern yourselves


Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
You won't find someone like me very easily, I'm a rare and valuable individual


Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
Even if I'm under the influence of drugs, I can't be easily observed or analyzed


I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
I'm extremely talented and remarkable, representing the neighborhood of Park Hill


See my face on the twenty dollar bill
My face is so recognizable and influential that it should be on currency


Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
If you were to exchange the twenty dollar bill with my face on it, you would receive a lower value in return


The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
The high-quality and significant LP featuring Cappachino on the vinyl record


Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve
Play it in your sound system, turn up the volume to its maximum level


Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
Disregard the importance of other LPs and focus solely on this one


And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
Light up a marijuana joint and call the phone number 9-1-7


1-6-0-4-9-3-11
Specific phone numbers that may hold significance to the artist, possibly representing particular areas or connections


And you could get long dick Hip Hop affection
By doing so, you may receive prolonged and satisfying Hip Hop experiences


I damage any MC who step in my direction
I harm and defeat any MC who dares to challenge or confront me


I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
I am the most talented artist hailing from Staten Island, regardless of any conflicting opinions


Niggas still talking that shit is absurd
People are still talking nonsense and spewing irrelevant information


My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
My extensive collection of skills and talents is comparable to the Soviet Union


P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
The P.L.O. (Palestine Liberation Organization) style was discarded and abandoned


And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
It was further negated and crushed, symbolized by the Method Man jeep


Divine can't define my style is so deep
Divine powers cannot fully comprehend or define the depth of my style


Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Similar to the appearance of pubic hair, my low cut fade remains dense and full


Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
My presence is prickly and sharp, separating individuals like the spine of a book


Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I figuratively disembowel and reshape your artistic identity


I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
I am aware of your desire to criticize me, and I can even anticipate your thoughts


'Cause you weak in the knees, like SWV
You become weak and vulnerable, just like the R&B group SWV's hit song 'Weak'


Trying to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Attempting to attain the same level of recognition and status as the Wu-Tang Clan


Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Kid, change your ways and habits, you are aware that I am closely associated with the leader (RZA)


Me and RZA Rob name printed in the tablet
Both RZA and I, Cappadonna, have left a lasting impact and have our names forever etched in history


Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
As seasoned veterans, we have settled our debts and made significant contributions over many years


Hibernate the sound, and now we out like bears
We have temporarily silenced the sound and are now departing, just like bears hibernate during certain seasons


In Born Power, born physically, power speaking
Born into a position of authority and influence, both physically and through powerful speech


The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching
The essence and message of the song promotes black empowerment and education




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: Robert F. Diggs, Dennis David Coles, Lamont Hawkins, Darryl Robert Hill, Elgin Evander Turner

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@mikematerne4579

Cap got some of the illest verses in hip-hop history, look at any Wu feature, and he literally steals the show.

@tycoon214

This song always reminds me of ‘Don’t be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood’ ✊🏿✊🏿💯💯💯

@mrjaekwon

This verse should be placed in the Hip Hop Hall Of Fame. 🔥🔥🔥

@gqlazarus9359

#Bigger Faxxxx!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@orlando2292

Every other day my whole dress code switch! Best Line Ever!!!

@harvardblu1972

It is

@saspalace8881

Absolutely 💯.

@starter47990

​@@harvardblu1972there is no such thing

@LisaCatalina

"Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design" 🔥

@DDermz

I know you wanna diss me but I could read ya mind!

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