When You Walk - Track Review

[beautifulrock]

When You Walk AKA Deadly Darts AKA Box in Hand (Original)

Hidden Darts Special Edition
2007

Ghostface Killah
Method Man
Streetlife

RZA

Deadly Dartz (2003)<---download link



(Ghostface Killah)

From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors
The big dick saloon I contact the womb
The black Asian, which location keeps circulating
My Wonder Twin power activates shit on this nation
Allah seen, represent the gummy wintergreen
Who walk mean, stand up on your block and burn a bean
Sip Valentine looking at that bitch wide behind
The thing that's fucked up a bill is that swine
Then turn around, take my last pull off the L
These niggas off the block keep looking at me well
But they want the jewel it ain't hard to tell
I recognized the face he actin' like Denzel
Fuck him, I want to check Mo for a chop
Growin' it bald on the sides, light fade up top
Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame
My dialog's rebellious suede and reign supreme
Glanced at a red light, see Killah get on a ninja bike
Show my love to the God he peeled out and made a right

[Chorus]

(Method Man)

When you walking down the street with your, box in your hand
And you bringing the music of the, Wu-Tang Clan
And you hear Ironman on your, radio rapping
Your feet start the dancing and your, hands start the clapping

(Streetlife)

Street's running through your dancehall gunning
Like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning, slapping emcees with summons
For pumping, that watered down substance, peep this
Slugs finger creeping, making moves like Crying Freeman
Prince of Thieves, Earth third seed
Heavyweight like golden fleeces, homicides stroll the street
In blue Capri it, lookin' for thugs holding heat
Inner city beef, got me plotting trilogy
To dispose enemies, sneak attacks I'm beyond and above that
Seen that, done that, respect black
Or catch a slug to your hardhat, lounging in the Everglades
Surfing the airwaves, catch a buck fifty
With the razorblades swiftly, Shaolin cats be shiesty
Strictly, drunk off the Irish whiskey

[Chorus]

(Method Man)

Rest your headpiece on this one son, cough up a lung
Sleeping on my murderous type ones'll get you done
I'm looking at these cutthroat kids and how they live
It's like we was partners in spades and you reneged
Can't fuck with no nigga like that, they get me jack
Or sent back meaning whole life fade to black
Hold seven and a half up right and roll tight
Fool me once but can't fool me twice, I'm twenty five
To life on this mic device, I'm nothing nice
A mixture of long wild rice and Old Spice
Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it
Flip it, daddy long dick it, slide
A little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches
You thought weak but meant wicked
Niggas choke off my second hand smoke lifted
Everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm
Hit me with the Eighteen Bronze, Buddha Palm
About to blow like napalm, before your arm
Prepare for the warfare, or buy a share
Of what the fuck we dealing with, yeah
Johnny about to go there, eat another year
Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here

[Chorus]

[beautifulrock]

I seem to like the album version of Box in Hand better than this.

[DRUNKENARTS]

prob one of ghosts best songs, and one of rzas best beats straight up classic, i cant fault this song other than we didnt get it on the right album

[Shogah]

i always thought that meth's flow on this song is definition of how and mc should ride a beat.