Ghostface Killah

[fox69]

"Death's Invitation"
(feat. Scarub, Lyrics Born & Chino XL)

"Death's Invitation"
(feat. Scarub, Lyrics Born & Chino XL)



[Verse 1 - Ghostface Killah:]
Ayo Kane found Logan lamping at Deluca's
Sitting with a little black boy, she called him Lucas, he knew it
Found himself the daughter of a kingpin
The ex of Tony Starks, it's a win-win
His seed, the grief filled up in his eyes
He kidnapped them both, for a scheme of revenge
Pillow cases over their heads, tossed in the Benz
No friends, no foes, only evil to expose
Let's make a video
Tell Lu I got his grandson and daughter
And I ain't lookin for no ransom
I want revenge, I want blood, I want his head on a rug!
I want him to watch me strangle his daughter
Butcher his babies, attack pits foamin out the mouth with rabies!
M-80s stuffed in his ass cause bodily harm
This is just the fuckin tip of the storm!
Tell him to come! Tell him we need to speak man to mush!
As soon as he step in the building..
AMBUSH!!!

[Verse 2 - Scarub:]
[?]

[Verse 3 - Lyrics Born:]
At day break, the Delucas made their way through the main gate
Quietest cougars chasing wild gang prey
They cut through the chained fence up through the five escape steps
They raided the Kane gang [?]
The look on Kane's face when he realized what was taken place
He was anticipating a payday, but he was faced with a melee
He sprained to his feet but his legs wouldn't stay straight
Afraid, he reached for his piece, Bang Bang! Bang Bang!
But wait, as if on cue, the Deluca crew called out, "Lucas!"
And began shooting unison, maneuvering from each of the rooms in pursuit of Kane
Blew smoke and the cue dreamt irrefutable stench of mutilated flesh and the death of human beings!
Finally it was over
The Delucas lowered their revolvers and put them back in their shoulder holsters
They shifted through the dead remains
The bedrooms, and the entry way
WHERE THE HELL IS LESTER KANE?!

[Verse 4 - Chino XL:]
Now what is this that stands before me?
Underneath this wack off coughing
It's Logan and her half beat offspring
I got the nod from Kane that I'll be enforcing [?]

[Verse 5 - Lyrics Born:]
Kane's gang had no imply the Delucas had staked out the vacated building for eight days
They knew about his way in, the way out, the makeshift escape route
The hidden staircase, the way down to the basement in the safe house
Where to find Logan and her afraid child
In a dark corner where they were being held
They were blindfolded with taped mouths
No light or water, arms and legs bound

[Verse 6 - Chino XL:]
But there's a double cross of course, I'm hearing guns letting off from somewhere else
I'm ready to get involved with the revolving [?] warehouse all by myself
I dive underground finding rounds
[?]

[Chino XL:]
I am delivering death's invitation
I am delivering death's invitation
I am delivering death's invitation
I am delivering death's invitation
I am delivering death's invitation

 

[fox69]

"Death's Invitation Interlude"
(feat. RZA)

"Death's Invitation Interlude"
(feat. RZA)



[RZA:]
Breaking into the home of Luther Luca, Lester finds Logan hiding with her son
Logan is the ex-mistress of Tony Starks
Yeah, that's that bitch that set him up to be killed
He confronted Logan about the past
She confessed, but she had remorse for her betrayal
She also confessed the unknown truth about the young boy
He was Tony Starks'
Secret son...

 

[fox69]

"Different Times Zones"
(feat. Inspectah Deck)

"Different Times Zones"
(feat. Inspectah Deck)



[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Sitting in this library, man
Reading these fucking books
Britannica Encyclopedias, L. Ron Hubbard
Tony Robbins, and these muthafuckas, youknowhatimsaying, Sheek Louch

[Ghostface Killah]
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off the blunt then I pluck
Fell back power napping, stones they cover my bones
Bricks laying on my pinkie like tombstones
Unbutton my shirt, unloosen my tie
Got the fireplace up real high, Cuban maid sliding me cookies
Tall glass of lemonade, chandeliers hanging over my head
Sitting like a cloud of haze
Larry King on mute, they about to bury Wesley for taxes
Then shot across the two
Then I grabbed the remote, hit the volume on the big lion
The screens in his mouth, a ninety inch giant
Went to commercial, the phone rang
"Yo, what up Sheek?", "Ain't nothing, Tone, just on my dean"
"Out here in Queens, I bag me a queen"
"Fed her all this shit she wanted to hear, she probably want the ring"
True...

[Interlude: Sheek Louch]
Yeah, different time zones, that's all
I mean, I'm over here across seas
You over there in the States, you over there
But either way we gotta get this money, fam, yo, yeah

[Sheek Louch]
On the tenth floor looking over Paris, my neighbors all embarrassed
Cuz I'm ass naked watching the clock
He hating, but his wife steady watching my cock
Different time zones, steering wheel on the right
Driving down the wrong street, thinking what the fuck I'm gon' eat tonight
White women laying in my bed, I can make a documentary
On what race can give the best head
Rae hit me on the text, told me that he like that new shit
Last night that he heard on Flex
Alright cool, hit me up when you get down to Brazil
If the weather's right, fuck it, I come down to chill
I got a briefcase of Euros and Indian money
Every time I'm in customs, they look at me funny, yeah

[Inspectah Deck]
I'm out in South Beach, first street, Ocean Ave.
AMG6 with the oak dash
Live the VIP life, I ain't spend a clam
I got weight on the spot, that's 'instagrams'
Pretty boos in Jimmy Choo's with titties loose
In the mood, getting nude in the swimming pool
I'm doing my thing, how I'm repping
They salute king, and they don't even know I'm Wu-Tang
Name heavy, phone call to my ace Diego
For anything, what up, man? Connect me
I snatch bank like four, five, six
Deuce high, watch a dude ride, I'm on my shit
Up in Mansion, salute, world famous Inspectah
Click large, homey, put some more tables together
Wild for the night, I ain't even think about my flight
I got some bitches and they tripping off that powder white
Aiyo, yo, yo, kiss each other, yo...

 

[fox69]

"Do It Like Us"
(feat. Raekwon)

"Do It Like Us"
(feat. Raekwon)



[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Yeah, Wu-Block, aiyo, Ghost, aiyo, Chef
Clip up, nigga!

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I drop fifty on the order, more hundred on the whip
Five on the Louis luggage, ten on the trip
Sour when I land a little, something for the hip
Fiji or Roset, and I don't even take a sip
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us

[Sheek Louch]
Yeah, Donnie laughing at you sore losers
Underdogs hot, 2011 Hoosiers
That's cruisers that's jumped off from back flipping pussies
Splash, I get all them clothes smelling cushy
Shades on, Aviator lens
Mami sitting in my Benz, like she Liz Claiborne
That you already rolled, now it's hella flame, on
Little model bitch, had to get game, on
Yeah, the hood say I'm on fire
Donnie on the street like a Good Year, tire
Still look the same and that's last years, flyer
Just more money, but way more, higher

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Benz and grams being torn from the rubber bands
Latifah shorts, tennis courts in the summer mans'
Skydiving in Fiji Islands with a sweet view
Balley parachutes, the water is deep blue
Micro felt goggles, Brazil models, keep a mouth full
While I'm hitting they back tonsils
Me and Sheek is Selleck and George Clooney
A Russian chef with scars on his chest, the boats mad roomy
Only niggas that move good pots to the rasta
Switzerland, we flying in vet to examine the watches
And we ain't gotta throw ice on 'em, we count one for Kiss
Styles, Rae and Cap, L and Mike and 'em

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, two hundred thousand in dust paper
Let a bullet thrust, take your Jacob, I'm always in make-up
Under your trucks, Scottish ruger, jump suiter
Rad little slut, one white killa with bucks on
Wearing jewelry, robbing jewelry, peep out the coats
I switch pockets then pull out the scope
Niggas is dice, ya'll famous for the legendary clarks
Lamping in Junior's, eating squid, me and Starks
Chatting quiet, no talking, just finger jabbing
Sheepskins grey, beneath the feet, crisp balley
D&C Kangols, white Russian gazelles
Keep a track on the sickest bat like Modell's

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Do Over"
(feat. Raheem "Radio" DeVaughn)

"Do Over"
(feat. Raheem "Radio" DeVaughn)



[Intro: Raheem DeVaughn]
This is a story of a player from the Island
That lost his way, such a price to pay
To, kiss those girls and make them cry
Kiss those girls and make them cry
To love, to lose, to plead for a do over
A do over, give me a do over, I want a do over
It's that Radio Raheem and Ghostface Killah

[Chorus: Raheem DeVaughn]
If you know how much time tonight, I miss you like all the time
And if you don't wanna see me, fine
A good girl's hard to find, so maybe in due time
Can I get a do over? Can I get a do over?

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I used to get a threesome, every other weekend
Cheated on my girl til we nearly stopped speaking
She broke down and cried, and it hurts so bad
Her friends went and told her I was a brand new dad
Of course, she knows now, I ain't used no bag
My excuses, I couldn't cum like that
She warned me of days like this, if this should happen
She'll be out, and we'll be the ones, sharing the napkin
Silly dilly me, didn't follow the instructions
Don't bring nothing home, I don't wanna hear nothing
But brought to the world, innocent, two month old
Little girl, but what am I to do? Yo, I lost my boo
It's like being kicked out the group and lost my crew
Throwing the baby up to someone I hardly knew
Nah that shit don't add up, what am I to do, yo, I lost my jewel

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I wrote this right here, on the bus to Riker's
Right next to the thieves, the cons, the lifers
For mad years, you held you down, I'mma overwhelmed in pain
And the worst time to leave you, now
I'm sorry, please forgive me, the streets caught me
I appreciate your concern and support for me
Most important, your honesty and trust, your heart's incredible
This the truth spilling out of my guts
If I, would of took the chance to see
What was place right in front of my face
For sure, nine out of ten times
My accent's wouldn't allow me to be so naive
And blind, to carry out these mistakes
I'm cheating, running around, blasting my gun
For me, my rep on the streets like touching a son
You like a fingerprint, I never find a match like you
Thanks for your patience, you find a man, I hope it's true

[Chorus]

[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn]
She was screaming out the window, I was walking up the block
Throwing out my Timbos, and all my clothes
She said, if my, apoligies
She said, the lost won't fit those
And I said, baby, now let me explain
I know I had fucked up, it was a one time thing
So take all the time you need in this life
And if you let me do it over, I promise to do it right

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
Hello baby, I'm sorry for everything that just been going on lately
You know, I've kinda been stressed out
I've been thinking about the things I did to you lately and
Not listening when you was telling me to chill
Now I wind up in here, it's like
You remember, listen boo, listen
The way you rub my face, the way you talk to me
The way you look at me, I know ain't no girl in the world gon' ever give me that
Like the way you gave it to me
So right now I'm pleading, and this is my word on everything
I'm on my knees, babe, just take me back, give me one chance
I'm asking for a do over...

 

[fox69]

"Dogs Of War"
(feat. Cappadonna, Raekwon, Sun God, Trife Da God)

"Dogs Of War"
(feat. Cappadonna, Raekwon, Sun God, Trife Da God)



[Intro: Ghostface Killah (movie sample)]
Just keep away (just keep away
Go on, it's not your fight!)
It's not yours nigga, fall back
I'm about to blow something out here
Straight up, yeah, this is a family thing
We gon' handle our business and shit
These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that
This is real shit, real talk
Four different niggaz, with four different aspects, nigga
This is family shit
Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga?
This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I'm talking bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men
Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins
Indeed, we smack niggaz up for their cheese
Throw bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck
The streets don't know my peeps
Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowing niggaz off they feet
With four-four gloves, rims spinning, tippin' on fo-fo's
My mouth be worth millions, something like Paul Wall's
Ladies look out; they ain't thugs, they homo's
The film look hyper, when I clap 'em in slo mo'
Ya'll still paying the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter
Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds
Discussing our hits over a glass of scotch
Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat
Think not, we still run the trains, til the condom pop
On the low, we still fucking them cops
Pretty things from all precints, friday nights, we holding they glocks
This is family, nigga, niggaz can't stand me
Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy

[Sun God]
You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is
S.I.N.Y., where the animals live
Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs
I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig
I'm like "Damn, what a wonderful kid"
I could do what I want, doing dirt, not serving a bid
You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched
From the grandpops, down to the kids
And my time, I'm officially here, tell ya man
Go and start up ya car, start shifting the gears
Sun God got the pits for his hairs, cuz niggaz is scared
Hoping I don't let it blow in they ribs
I said hot, niggaz get robbed non stop
Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks
And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop
Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets
Juks everything, dice games, mini markets
Fam gon' spark it, I'mma take whatever's in the pockets
Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels
Cuz you shining, begets and the diamonds
Never deny niggaz with iron... YO!

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew
We can smoke, all in the halls
It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on
All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets
This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods
Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up
Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing
A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money
To lay up on the low, swinging beamers
I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead
All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers
So much beef in these whoppers
Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers
What? What? The family remains, cuz it's grain
It's automatic, I live it and I claim it
It's real, come around here, you bought here
Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick

[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day
Swinging all year round, gettin' that money the American way
Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverand and spray
And let the shots for whatever they may
This is family, nigga, minus the mob size
The resurrection of Toney Starks & Trife Dies', starring in Part 5
Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question
Try'nna play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions
Look you staring in the eyes of oppression, that's why I ride with protection
Extended clips, super sizing my weapons
Five eleven, keep the heat tucked
That'll burn a hole thru ya stomach like acid reflux
Get buried in ya cheap tux'
We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up
Been thru a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up
Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumping
At a table, breaking bread like a family

[Cappadonna]
Florida, where we follow the code of the streets and
Breaking the beats and, we taking the eats
Never the least, we invading the streets
Shaking the beast, we familiar for life
We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life
My dogs is real tight, shooting the dice
Some of my fam might snatch ya ice
Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work
Got family that'll set you up, got family that chill, wanna spark the dutch
Wizard my fam, that stuck you up, I got fam that'll fuck you up
Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck
Osama Island, we been wilding, see the violence
We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin

 

[fox69]

"Double Cross"
(feat. AZ)

"Double Cross"
(feat. AZ)



[Verse 1 - Ghostface Killah:]
Cleaned up, now I gotta find Bamboo
I changed shit on the block and got rid of the fools
Things'll be different, no need to feel pressured
No more drug houses, little kids could be treasured
The streets ain't filled with crackheads and D's
I go walk around my hood, nigga know my steez
Philly, about to rebuild the nation
Through the knowledge of self, through education

[Interlude:]
Freeze, motherfucker. Hands, hands, let me see your hands. Get out of the car. Get out of the fucking car. Get out, I need some fucking dirt. Get on the fucking ground

[Verse 2 - Ghostface Killah:]
I seen the police pull up, and rides hopped out
Put your hand behind your back, you're guilty without a doubt
What you mean, son? We built on this
Illegal chokeholds, slap cuffs on my wrist
I don't know what you talking about, boy, I'm the authority
I'm just here to question up minority
A thug drug pusher, violent man of deception
And you just happen to fit the description

[Interlude:]
Nigga, you just another pawn in my chess game. I taught you everything you know, I run this motherfucking city. Think you gon' fuck everything up? You got the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in the court of law. (Faggot ass police nigga, man) Nigga, you're going away for a long time

[Verse 3 - Ghostface Killah:]
Okay, I got it, niggas just set me up
Do their dirty work and thrown behind bars
You want wars? You got it - Tony ain't the one
I told you before, I make murdering fun
Gotta swindle the kid, have me masking your enemies
It's all good in my chest, I got ten of these hearts
And I vow for revenge
Tony don't stand for crumbs and fake friends

[Verse 4 - AZ:]
It's funny, only if niggas really knew
Got the keys to the city, I could kill a whole crew
Put the squeeze on the willy, get silly, go fool
Chop a nigga up, blame his body on his dude
What it do? It's bigger than the boys in blue
Beyond definition what this falls into
M's in my optic, no ends to my profit
Judges, prosecutors, politicians in my pocket
Hostage, high life, living on the edge
Toxic in hindsight, see me when I'm dead
Pledge, sworn in to serve and protect
What a web, catch a neck, then I'm onto to the next
Shit be booing, played out scripts, need a new one
I dare a nigga doubt what I'm doing
Moving, cash rules everything around me
Crown me, I'm trying to squeeze blood out the county

 

[fox69]

"Drama"
(feat. Joell Ortiz & Game)

"Drama"
(feat. Joell Ortiz & Game)



[Intro: Ghostface]
Aiyyo, where the fuck is that blunt at?
Where y'all niggaz hoggin the shit man?
Two pulls of that shit nigga start gettin paranoid and shh
Get your fuckin, get your feet off my fuckin table nigga!
Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?
Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin and shit nigga

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo, it was the night before he got popped
Big jars of haze, Cheech & Chong bong in the spot
Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm ridin on {?} in the love seat, sunk deep
Long niggaz bustin out they punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin that
Promise you, got somethin Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large records
Hard vest-es, '86 ga-ga John{?}
Benatar rockin some frames and fake guns when they rob Sha Born
'til then they snatch you, axe you
Play the squid-ad, we gettin at you
And we don't wanna rap to you, it's not kosher
It's not a code in la costa nostra to roast ya
I get a lil' closer
Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over!
Hopin you fall for the bait, thinkin you safe
Have that ass sweatin like T.D. Jakes
I want the ones nigga, you non-believers you can ask your momma
... Now that's drama

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, dollar icey from, papi with the scraper, glock with the laser
Tryin my best not to pop yet but the drop is major
Shot my lil' cuz, I do my art to favor, watch this
I never been this itchy, hope these cops just
get a doughnut urge and just splurge, you got the nerve to play third?
In a softball tournament round my waist, yeah that's ya word
You bird, I'll put your beak on the curb but anyway
Looks like a good game, the pigs ain't leavin so I'ma lay
Nice play, just too bad it's your last
Couple bundles of D, and 200 cash that sat you in the grass
I watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the game's over
Faggot nigga hopped in the Liberty, fake Range Rover
I'm on his (Tail) like, Sonic lil' shorty
Palmin on a 40, broad day I'm tryin to dodge a cover story
Look like he stoppin for gas, I'ma pluck 'em, yay
This had to be his most, unlucky lucky day
Two brothers come out 7/11 in Army wear and stand there
I'm actin like my tires need air
He close the gas cap, too many things goin his way
So I just cash that, y'all probably think I'm buggin but hey
I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday, he ain't goin nowhere
I went home, switch gear, went out and grabbed me a beer
Ten drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper
Look left and see partner, I hit the stash BLAKA!
... Now that's drama

[Game]
Who the fuck you think you is, Ron O'Neal?
Tat-tat, what the fuck when that 9-milli peel
(Is it real?) Realer than Pittsburg (Steel)
Yo Ghost pass the toast, these niggaz is daffodils
Got butt-naked bitches countin half a mil', gloves on
Fully dressed bitches watchin them, with they snubs on
While I'm in the kitchen pretendin to be Raekwon
Watchin Rachael Ray all day, I get my cake on
Fiends love me like a Drake song
Rep that Lou' Vuitton Bottom in my back pocket all day long
Black Wall Mafia, Wu-Tang Sopranos
Niggaz say they pushin ki's/keys but we don't see pianos
Niggaz say they pushin Phantoms, we don't see the opera
Niggaz steady rockin dreads, you ain't even rasta
Take your New Era off, and reveal
the faggot nigga you are or your cap gettin peeled
Then we out to Brazil, I know niggaz in Negril
that'll chop your fuckin head off, and throw it on the grill
Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill
Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real
Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson
It's 2010, how the fuck we get six Thompsons?
Top 10, how the fuck you gon' forget Compton?
Every rapper on your list'll get they shit stomped in
I started Su-Wu, I'm the reason for that 5 shit
Came in the game, on that fuckin "Ready to Die" shit
Sold 9 mil', ended up on some fly shit
Naked pictures, R&B bitches all in my Sidekick
How I be killin the pussy, should be a hate crime
Got a Blackberry, was gettin too much face time
Back to fuckin project bitches, now I hate dimes
All they want is money my nigga, I can't waste mine
I son/sun niggaz like it's daytime
Gray cotton Louie sweatsuit, with the Ralph Lauren waistline
Smooth as a baby's ass, and I got that Baby cash
Catch me in the hood, same deals Old Navy had
Motherfuckers

 

[fox69]

"Drivin' Round"
(feat. Masta Killa, GZA & Erykah Badu)

"Drivin' Round"
(feat. Masta Killa, GZA & Erykah Badu)



[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Yeah, you know we been all over the world, man
Everybody always ask us like, how it's going down on your side of town, and
all that
Youknowhatimean, youknowhatimsaying
They think it's all glitz and glamour, youknowhatimean
They don't really understand what we see out of our window
Youknowhatimean, when we ("Drivin' round")

[Sheek Louch]
Yeah, out the window of that range or that muscle car
Arm hanging out the window, diamonds in that big Shepard
Weed in the crack cigar, more sour in the jar
Looking both ways, I'm cautious when I'm ("Drivin' round")
Hood rats that's fresh but barely feed they kids
Little kids that's killas and love doing bids
Unemployment lines, Mexicans'll work for nothing
You pray with 'em but you don't who that priest been touching
Liquor stores, strip clubs, filthy whores
Somebody daughter getting ten singles to drop her drawers
Crack fiends buy new TV for twenty beans
Niggas trynna get money, police ("Drivin' round")
Blue flags, red flags, different gangs
OG's still outside, it never change
McDonald's, Chinese food, a thousand chains
I'm just trynna use my brains when I'm ("Drivin' round")

[Chorus: Erykah Badu]
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("Drivin' round")

[Masta Killa]
Look I'm fresh back from out of state, JFK arrival
A big spliff in my ashtray, July sunny day
And I'm feeling idle, slide through Medina, son
I done pushed everything, I love the way the Benz swing
So I turn my music low, caught a thought, wrote it down
I seen 'em come back from out of town and get laid down
It's music loud, windows down, summer heat vibing
It's live when I'm gliding, I'm smoking while I'm driving
Riding, mini skirts flirting while I'm passing
They waving, I'm leaning hard, cruising, grooving to the beat
As I move through these mean streets, I beep at the seeds
Stop, bless 'em with a little gwop, ha
I keep it rolling, picture me, twirling
The big truck, Yukon, my sheep skin showing all the leathers
It's a Cold World, Winter War weather
This is Wu-Block music for the black hooded champions

[Chorus]

[GZA]
What is the key to life, with no ignition
Another jump start, then I'm on my mission
I keep ID, insurance and registration
Wu Music, good hemp and stimulation
Pull out the station, yield to pedestrians
Blacks, whites, Asians, Indians and Mexicans
At the light, the bass head, fragile as the Pringle
He ask me can I spare change, I throw him singles
He mimics my song that's on repeat
Addictions so strong, got him in knee deep
Buttons on his lapel, picture of Obama
Four years later we stuck in this same drama
These street corners, just over crowded saunas
Biggest losers drop weight, sweating from the trauma
Education to a thug is well debated
Each crime is kinfolk, all bloods related

[Chorus x5]

 

[fox69]

"Emergency Procedure"
(feat. Pharoahe Monch)

"Emergency Procedure"
(feat. Pharoahe Monch)



[Verse 1 - Ghostface Killah:]
Doctor X enter the crib, worked on the kid
Created a mask that allowed me to breathe
But couldn't extract the chemicals from my body
Poisonous lethal doses, comatosis
In and out of conscious, drugs is ferocious
The mass release the gas that simmer the soul
So my adrenaline stays level not out of control
I been contaminated, physically awkward
Got wrong for doing right, my attitude salted
I'm bitter, I clean up the community
Fuck these New York City cops
I don’t need the ‘mmunity

[Hook x2 - Ghostface Killah:]
Fuck the hour one, prowl the doctor on speed dial
Slid to the aisle fixed up the golden child
Exquisite doctor, his work of art
Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks

[Verse 2 - Pharoahe Monch:]
I specialize in telekinesis, recognize the thesis
The leading expert on war, and weaponized diseases
The brilliant Doctor X, no scientist is colder
The master specifically protects you from Ebola
Its destruction is impossible, totally irrelevant
The compounds are not found on a periodic table of elements
Adamantium plus Vibranium the fords fills your bill
Will shield your cranium
If anyone would try to place the mask upon their face
The mask corrupts yah
It's designed to match your molecular structure
Plus the goal was to give it a touch of luster
To match the eagle bracelet adjust to your repulsive thrusters
Busta psychology, the wallaby that adapts to the environment
That's the militant technology
But I digress, I must confess
The mass is unequivocally my best invention yet, Doctor X

[Hook x2]