Winter Warz Feat Cappadonna U-god & Masta Killa
Ghostface Killah 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

Winter Warz, featuring Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, Masta Killah and U-God, is a song by Wu-Tang Clan that was released in 1997. The lyrics are packed with smart wordplay, metaphors and rhyme schemes, which showcase the impressive lyrical skill of each member. The song is about the Wu-Tang Clan's arrival on the scene, their domination of the rap game, and their ability to handle any battles that come their way.


The opening lyrics set the tone for the whole song, with Ghostface Killah declaring "Wu-Tang's back for more". The song makes references to the cold war, with "mic fights" and the "hour's four" suggesting an impending battle. The verses are filled with metaphors and similes that demonstrate the members' lyrical prowess, such as "Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind" and "Raw be the quote rap style sore throat". The chorus, "Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door, start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more" reinforces the group's power and intimidation.


The song is musically fast and energetic, with a beat that combines hard drums, scratching, and a funky guitar sample. The rappers each have their own unique style that complements each other, and the song overall creates an infectious energy that makes it a classic Wu-Tang Clan anthem.


Line by Line Meaning

Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Our music is unfiltered and authentic, it's coming straight to you


Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
We're back and ready to bring our style to the forefront again


Yes the hour's four, I told you before
It's late at night and we've been in the game for a while, but we're not done yet


Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
Get ready for some lyrical battles because we're coming for the top spot. And also, there's a metaphorical 'cold war' going on in the industry


This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Listen to this flow produced by RZA


Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
Question why I'm rhyming with such power and precision


Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Raekwon delivered an explosive verse, like the hump on the Hunchback of Norte Dame


Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
Cappadonna's rhymes are precious and powerful, hitting like a monk's palm strike to the holy book


It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
The intensity of our rhymes is the driving force, with flow as the consistent thread


Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
We are the best, Cream Team representing America and we're here to set the record straight


Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
We have the slickest haircuts and our rhymes evoke the strength of the notorious gangster Al Capone


Gun POW to the dome
Taking someone out with a bullet to the head


And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
The impact is so strong it shatters bones and sends wigs flying


By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
RZA's rhymes are officially recognized and have the power to knock out the competition


One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigger cuts
My rhymes are so fierce, they feel like a weapon in your hand


Acapella spitting shell paralyzed when you get touched
When I deliver rhymes without any music (acapella), it still has the power to stun and immobilize my competitors


And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical
The importance of the microphone cord is like the umbilical cord to a newborn


Cords, dope swords, five star general
My rhymes and delivery are so powerful, they're like weapons of war


Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
Our style is unpolished and rough, but it hits hard and leaves a lasting impact


Through the fully operational, handheld tote mm-hmm
Our rhymes are delivered with precision and finesse using handheld microphones


A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
I've been killing the game for so long, copying my style is pointless


I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it
I have achieved greatness in the rap game, and I'm going to explain how I earned it


Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
My rhymes are smooth and powerful, and other rappers' equipment can't handle it


Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort
My rhymes are contagious and can infect your entire crew if you're not putting in the same level of effort


You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
You wanted to hear my rhymes, and now you're going to get a massive dose of them


My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
My rapping is so strong it can literally blow down doors


Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
I come in with a strong presence to deliver rhymes that leave you breathless


With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
Even when I'm improvising off the top of my head, my rhymes are still sharp and precise


So sit back and let the king explore
Relax and let me take control of the situation with my superior rhymes


Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
I'm a talented rapper with a sharp tongue, ready for any battle


And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
My name is synonymous with power and strikes fear into those who hear it


With more gains than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
I have more wealth and power than even the most impoverished people, and I inflict pain on my enemies with my rhymes


Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
I'm a powerful force to be reckoned with, like Inspectah Deck, and can't be defeated


You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
If you try to run from me, you'll be ambushed and have nowhere to go


Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
Our rhymes and music are so intense, they can have side effects on those who listen


A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
Our music is so powerful, it's like carrying a bag full of guns that have been coated in black paint


My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
Our style is like a bird of prey, attacking with precision and grace


Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster
I'm a legendary rapper and my image is all over the place, including on posters in famous venues


Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
Watch out for me, I'm going to dominate the rap game


That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
My rhymes are deadly and have caused more casualties than the dangerous projects in our communities


And as far as the coroners know
Even those in charge of handling the aftermath of my rhymes are aware of its deadly impact


The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
The cause of death in many of these cases was due to the strength of my rhymes, in the style of Shaolin martial arts


Put on by my family brought to the academy
My family (the Wu-Tang Clan) brought me to the school of rap where I learned how to become a master


Of the Wu and learned how to
I studied under the Wu-Tang Clan and became great because of it


Fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
My rhymes will destroy you from the inside out, and I deliver them with composure and precision


Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
I'm spitting rhymes that are so powerful, they're transmitted straight into your head


MC's submit to the will as I kill your
Other rappers bow down to my mastery, as I deliver rhymes that are deadly to their careers


Juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
As a seasoned rapper, I'm here to elevate the culture and bring more intelligence to the game


Devils worship this like an icon
Even those who are against us have to acknowledge the power and influence of our music


Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python
I hold the microphone so tightly, it's like the grip of a deadly snake


My rhymes are so powerful they can literally crush an opponent's bones


I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
I'm so advanced in the rap game, I know what my opponents are thinking before they say it


Cos you weak in the knees, like SWV
You're intimidated and can't stand up to me, just like the R&B group Sisters With Voices


Trying to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Others are trying to attain the level of success and recognition that Wu-Tang Clan has achieved


Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Other rappers should change their ways and become allies with the ruler of the Wu-Tang Clan


Me and RZA Rob name printed in the tablet
Our names are cemented in rap history like they're carved in stone tablets


Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
As veteran rappers, we've put in years of hard work and paid our dues


Hibernate the sound, and now we out like bears
We took a break from the rap game, but now we're back like animals coming out of hibernation


In Born Power, born physically, power speaking
We embody the power of our rhymes both physically and with our words


The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching
Our music carries a message of 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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@himdownstairsmusik

I'm 44 this year and still know Capps verse word for word!!!

@Roscoe.P.Coldchain

I’m 53 and same 👊🏽

@anthonyarcanumsanctumregnu9551

Im 45 and same and same with all the bangers I grew up on lol! Why would we forget?

@eutue

"Him downstairs." Like I ain't no name or something.

@charlesblockersr1754

53 and the same too

@NJPat050

I'm 43 Capp always killed it

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@afrikaiswoke5667

This song will never die

@K1NGM1DWAY1509

This joint is like a Mortal Kombat fight and Capp's verse is the fatality.

@rgw1380rw

I'll be 43 in two days, fam! This track is still extra tough till this day.

@bradtelfer9951

Capp with perhaps one of the greatest hip hop verses EVER!!!

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