Lyrics:
bomber pop up on your flight
You couldn't take my life
My mass done resurrected
And I'm Ghostface Killah, way more than you expected
Those who fear
Praise be to Allah!
[Ghostface Killah:]
Just jewels, no crew heavy, my inside pants lay
Come packing like two machetes, one ratchet
Two clubs and a mask,
little fucking faggots to the reverend
For last rites your last meal get your last slice
I'll travel back in time and kill you in a past life
See no I'm
I'm on my Afro Samurai Rza shit
I'm a genius sorta like Gza bitch
I'm the man kinda like Method is
Have u praying to GOD like Methodists
I'm a Killah
on the meter just watch how I spin the tires/flexin’ somethin vicious its really in my design/ghostface killah they callin me michael myers/knocking off ya
I got a large appetite for this money in life
And I'm making moves across the border
Like they moving the white (move)
The cypher, yeah you know
The moment that I landed I swore I could hear the dogs of war
I put life in lyric
Thats authentic you cant ask for more
They wanna see me snap but know im cool
[Chorus: x2]
When I say Sunz of, you say Man
(Sunz of Man, Sunz of Man)
When my lyrics touch the frozen, you frost the lost
As I've rosen out
I'm like atomic rockets blasting off, I'm diabolic
It's do or die, so what if I admit I'm psychotic
I'm spitting daggers, lyrics are harder than
You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album amputated
Scream the name out Killah
who grab mics for the first time
Get fronted on majority once the god slides in
On the scene, love-love in the place to be
All-American lyrics
THE DAY THEY KILLED HIP-HOP
I remember the day they killed Hip-Hop, Nas dropped it was written. His conscious lyrics became too authentic
stop me?
Got a dollar in my pocket and my head to the sky
Rather risk it all for profit then live poor and die
You know I'm the one you can feel it in
for Thanksgiving
No turkey, no Ham
Cancel your shit, cause now you be ban
Scopin' out the scenes when I scan
Come at your neck like the
Wu-Tang Clan
won't leave a trace, when every line I write annihilates
I've been trapped before it seems the locks you brought ain't big enough
Searching for a door
place
That you wanna come out
Now you see mee
Get away get of f**k the here
East live for living solo my self
Me and brother a litlle piece
Be always Got
that glide
Killah bee hive
Street scented with smells of homocide
Born to let it ride
Spill brew for homies who died
We did it wrong the first time but
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