Lyrics:
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
winter
If you sketch, then take ten paces
Draw blanks
(click) , you feel that burning sensation
Ooh, like Mobb-fucking-Deep
But I'm Ghostface Killah when
Stepped off in the game, I'm the substituted player
Haters haven't learned so I am their educator
Getting to this cake, I stack it layer after layer
brady
I'm tony starks reincarnated I'm smoking loud flower carnation
I feel like Steve McQueen nascar racing Ghostface Killah don't be late
With my
shit is true
Shit ain't real unless it's
Real in the cypher representation
Fuck where you're from
It's time to shoot your lyrics kid
Who's next? Swisha
Fuck a beat drop, this shit straight off the top
I rope her in, double dutch with these knots
I'm gettin' plate after plate while it's hot
I'm
measure the erection
It's raw when I'm sexin' your brain
Cherry cream gleen leather seats, lean
Goose in the canteen, dutch leaf green
Block
my ways but I go insane when I knock Ghostface Killah
And I need my Grabba dark
Need my whiskey rocks
Straight like 6 o'clock
Sipping with my Glock
Who
Miller
Michael Jackson off of Thriller
Mixed in with some Ghostface Killah
Sampson tearing down the pillars
Burn a nigga like my swisher
Fresh as Colgate
a pistol, launch it off like a missile
Let it whistle, they fall fuckin round wit the Dogg
I'm a hog.. {*fades beyond audio*}
wanna be like and all
That's mediocre as fuck
No ones gonna fucking listen to that
I'm turning it off before I've even fucking recorded it mate
Put a beat
it into easy rock
Just to stay Doug E. Fresh, all that shit to easy rock
Used to Chef Raekwon, give fiends a Ghostface
Y'all know my Forte, I just
it into easy rock
Just to stay Doug E. Fresh, all that shit to easy rock
Used to Chef Raekwon, give fiends a Ghostface
Y'all know my Forte, I just
"Show me some love hon, show me love boo,"
"Show me the vibe and I be more than glad to shoot it through"
[from Wisdom Body by Ghostface Killah
the grain, game at my finger tips
Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killa Beez on the swarm
Nigga
Aiyo, I plow down tracks like I'm out for revenge
Fuck
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
up. (Yeah.) Keep it real.
Killah Priest. You know I'm sayin?
The Prodigal Sunn. Sunz of Man.
Madman representin for the (Killarmy)
With Killa
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
Killah Priest
King Mu'tazila
Landed on a sick canvas
Now I roll his dead planet head bandaged
Sent through the God's commandment feel m
I
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
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
off, you wildin'
But you still be in Riker's Island gettin' forced to toss salads
You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that
I'ma tape it
Yo, yo, fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over
lyrics, bar for bar its
Common knowledge, I'm a rap genius
Nike Air Force Energy black sneakers
Looking fresh in a off-white polo t-shirt
Grade A's, what
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