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Ghostface Killah

Dennis Coles (born May 9, 1970), better known by his stage name Ghostface Killah, is an American rapper and prominent member of the Wu-Tang Clan. After the group achieved breakthrough success in the aftermath of Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), the members went on to pursue solo careers to varying levels of success. Ghostface Killah debuted his solo-career with Ironman in 1996, which was well received by music critics. He has continued his success over the following years with critically acclaimed albums such as Supreme Clientele (2000) and FishScale (2006). His stage name was taken from one of the characters in the 1979 kung fu film Mystery of Chessboxing. more »

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2012

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Yo, Kane, let's get 'em
I'm talking blackout
Put lives to a name, f*ck a tapout
All in together, we gon' wipe 'em
Wax in revenge mode, time for some action

Yeah, relentless, murderous intentions
The henchmen's garments is all black, [?] pimp this
Caught up in my spell, smell exotic, blunt from different trees
Black gloves, bullet's will fly when the 9's squeezed
Ghost and [?] these, robbing the whole globe
Black polo, hooded, with Gucci wheels with a nice grip
So when the blood hit the floor, I won't slip
Dynamic with my dial-up, you faggots is hog meat
Crack your cranium like crab does if you cross me
Raging bulllet of the bull, Mr. Kane is so raunchy

Death Row shit, f*ck the lethal injection
Execute him and chop up his body in sections
Clean cut butcher knives
X they're eyes out
Nail 'em to a billboard
Let 'em dry out

Let me a show you a crime about 'em blowing your minds out
If you ain't ready to throat a nigga then sign out
Nickel plated 40's are blowing your spine out
Old school Caddies with coke, come take a line out
Stingin' niggas for they're jewels in they're stash house
Snatch a nigga up by his butterfly, sing him a lullaby
Closed casket, make sure his mother cry
You fuckin' woth grimy guys, tunes are suicidal
And now we ain't homies, they call us the homicidal
Get ready for the mayhem, just call it my arrival

Bash him with a disco ball, it's the 70's
Drop a set of the Daily News so they remember these
Black bastards, ruthless killers

Watch me thrill ya
Party killers, we won't die
Hard body bitch made cats is gonna fry
Solidify we're champions, youngens we're bonafide
Wanna swim with the sharks, be my guest, go take a dive
The name of the game is Blood Sport
You won't make it out alive
I see what you trying for so give it up
We terrorize shit, Kane and Ghost, lit it up

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