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Interpret:
Ghostface Killah
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| Ghost Deini
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"In an enemy land..."
"Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises,
we could cripple their national defence.
So, you Professor Finkle, the worlds greatest
expert on electricity must devise the destruction
of Starks mighty guardian, Ironman."
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, summer time holdin the 9, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass
Bank stoppin, high-derox hydrolic
Kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
Im like cake or maybe like %2410,000 rabbits
The kid walked thru, switch up his accent "Now Im from Paris"
Cash the bill, frozen element, Seagal
Signs from the most high causes me to break them all
How the fuck was yall niggas thinkin? You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead?
Never, Impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils
to gallants, hit em if we go to
Bustin at yall niggas daily
Wall-to-wall, Hawkins
Suckin your teeth cuz God chain-talkin
like Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap
Valored down like the sheik of Iran
Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, its me against housin
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas
You know what? Eh yo, fuck this
Eh yo, how can I move the crowd?
First of all, aint no mistakes allowed
Heres the instructions, put it together
Its simple aint it? Well, quite clever
*singing*
Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine
You stood for somethin, ugh
Tupac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so
We want yall both to know
We really love you so
Eh yo, Im Gucci down
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound
Ask niggas how I get down
Dont speak much, deluxe plush
Imaginations holdin all like Willie Hutch
You mightve bumped into me on the Rikers bus
Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2%25 triple geese
Come on, we juggle mics
We come on all the amps, advance the final
Show these niggas how the way we dance
Hot night, Jamaica
Came thru in a boger green 68 Pacer
Had mad paper, high as a fuck
Truck, 2 rappers got stuck that night
I aint sayin no names, they know who, thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Years Eve, Cali weed
30 seconds till we tear and decease
Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd
The hoe spotted me, knew not to call my name out
He walked off softly, we exactly
formed like Christ and the disciples
Black fatigues, leathal-faced dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shit shook, you favorite rappers droppin they drinks
On the low, tuckin they links, we made 80 off the books
[Superb]
Its like 86, Magic Johnson, no disrespect
My metaphorsll keep out The Projects
Rap connectsll keep me correct
Eh yo, I wrote this on Donnie roof
After his funeral, on one knee
Thinkin his killers followin me
So to my nigga Donnie, up there
Can you please tell God that we fucked up here?
We got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
All these obsticles, its hard to make it nowadays
Watch the Devil in it, some say its our fault
If thats the answer, you know smokin can cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginnin cuz thats how they rewind
Yall know how we dine, we dont eat swine, and we dont drink wine
If you dont bring me some motherfuckin cognac, I kill you
I cant feel you
Aint in my senses, and you aint in my dollars
I fuck with rockwilders, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, thats Ghost Deini!
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