Artist/Band:
Wu-Tang Clan
Lyrics for Song: Ghost Deini
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Wu-Tang Clan
"In an enemy land..."
"Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises
We could cripple their national defence
So, you Professor Finkle, the world's greatest
Expert on electricity must devise the destruction
Of Starks' mighty guardian, Iron Man"
Yo, summer time holdin' the nine, 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
I'm like cake or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent "Now I'm from Paris"
Cash the bill, frozen element, Segal
Signs from the most high causes me to break them all
How the fuck was why'all 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 why'all niggas daily
Wall-to-wall, Hawkins
Suckin your teeth 'cause God chain-talkin
Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken through rap
Valored down like the sheik of Iran
Gasoline cream wrapped in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housin'
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredrick Douglas
You know what? Eh yo, fuck this
Eh yo, how can I move the crowd?
First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instructions, put it together
It's simple ain't 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 why'all both to know
We really love you so
Eh yo, I'm Gucci down
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound
Ask niggas how I get down
Don't speak much, deluxe plush
Imaginations holdin' all like Willie Hutch
You might've bumped into me on the Riker's bus
Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on, we juggle mic's
We come on all the amps, advance the final
Show these niggas how the way we dance
Hot night, Jamaica
Came through in a boger green '68 Pacer
Had mad paper, high as a fuck
Truck, 2 rappers got stuck that night
I ain't sayin' no names, they know who, thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed
Thirty 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, lethal-faced dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shit shook, you favorite rapper's droppin they drinks
On the low, tuckin' they links, we made 80 off the books
It's like '86, Magic Johnson, no disrespect
My metaphors'll keep out The Projects
Rap connects'll keep me correct
Eh yo, I wrote this on Donnie roof
After his funeral, on one knee
Thinkin' his killer's 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 obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
Watch the Devil in it, some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know smokin' can cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginnin' 'cause that's how they rewind
Why'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine
If you don't bring me some motherfuckin' cognac, I kill you
I can't feel you
Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars
I fuck with rockwilders, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini!
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