Archive for the ‘Ghostface Killah’ Category

Track Thirteen, Verse Two, Return To The 36 Chambers

January 17, 2008

Ninety-five niggaz is wasted
Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
It’s not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic big national high attracts dear graphics
Lampin in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones Tony stuck, for the diamond in Rome
He’s convincin, labelled one man rap convention
The nigga that’ll gun down, eighty frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap’s like my passport, my life’s my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin dream
Shuttle, and get startled off the verbal hygiene

Track Eight, Verse Three, The Grind Date

October 6, 2007


Tony ‘Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got ’em
We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers
Bitin’ is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don’t you ever look at us funny – boy, we’ll bring rap back
And that’ll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men
with dyna-mics, real hip-hop’ll do you in
For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds
Cutmaster kill ’em, make sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets
Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA
and just lay whooptay whooptay?
Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a dude’s toupee
Since tunin into T-La Rock ‘n AJ
Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJ
Girls you can go cruisin in my OJ


October 4, 2007


The Hip-Hop Beatles. Sample Interpolate The Beatles.
Rae, Ghost, Meth on here.
Erykah on backup, George’s Son on the solo.
Dude from the Chili peppers as well apparently.
I’m feelin’ this.
Wu-Tang Clan – Gently Weeps

King Me, Check, Checkmate…

August 22, 2007