Lyrics:
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
ears
And the ghosts of your empty crys
Slowly creep closer
Suffocating you
In this crowd you stand alone
Crushed by the weight of this mass
But
your favourites bubbles and some toilet paper
Wildfires was the fragrance
Rivers dried for the Lakers Crowds fell silent in some stadiums
Shelves faced
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin ' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll
I see you and I know you see me
We walk by
Our paths never meet
Seems so clear I'm the invisible freak
You keep your side of the street
Sister
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah Ah
Sister sweetest can't you see its me
I'm feeling sweet dripping from head to toe in all my mamas
Ghost delusion
Remember the protrusion
The Holy Ghost delusion
Embrace the scowl by gnashing
The whore of God we feast
She is pure beauty, her skin so
breath was a life
It was to be captured in suspended animation
To be felt by all, understood by every nation
What's the sense of hating, when I can show
Rhyme Syndicate, a storm incubating
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally
Layin' in the concrete, kick ya face
Your
Worries to the crowds
And maybe they will find
A way away from the doubts
I think I'm forever haunted by these ghosts
Who fill me up with so much worry
behind
Traveled from one dusty town to another
Showin’ them crowds a good ole time
We met him one night in Deadwood
He was just about half drunk
Tellin’
I leave}
Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes
We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows
Spread it out, in the crowd, see them
Vandross' 1994 interpretation of The Impossible Dream The Quest written by Joe Darion in 1966
The lyric phrase "proud" is a nod to the motivational call by
Don’t you know you get me feel all the way
I wanna paint the town with my eyes I fyling away
Even though you aint here by my side
Its like a ghost
pussied out, then backed out
Now he sucking on this meat just for some clout
But that nigga got in trouble at his sister's house
Tried to go back in, then
sister's
I never saw one
But she swore there were ghosts there
cnd I kind of wanna say
I remember that
You said, ‘when you went away
It was all an act
ct
for it
But today try playing on some street curb,
Singin' the news in everyday words
The people pass by, the laughin' is heard
Or else they hit you
She just gettin' by
They say drugs numb the pain
So she gettin' high
She get around the wrong crowd but the next
Time he put his hands on her
She gonna
in the world
Didn't have a voice of my own
(Frost)
Well time went by and I made a friend
But I never would have guessed back then
That she would
at his flair and his style
No one can stand in his foot steps
Or follow him by a mile
The crowd was in such a frenzy
He had the air of a saint
spender
Groups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya
Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters
Take you for a ride, cover up
a hustler now
My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd
And all the wavy light-skinned girls
Is loving me now
My self-esteem went through the roof, man
I got my
one was making noise ain't it a breech of
Trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by its cover
Word to the muthafucka I, I didn't studder
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
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